Wednesday, 25 September 2013

2013 INTERNATIONAL DAY OF PEACE



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2013 INTERNATIONAL DAY OF PEACE POEMS

TITLE:  I  AM A CHERUB
            I am cherub.                                                                                                                                                                                A winged child of peace. A new seed.   A voice.  A footprint.Sowing seeds of peace deep within.                                                                                                                                                                                                     
             Peace, that I be free.                                                                                                                                                                                                           
                         Peace that you be free.                                                                                                                                                                                   
                                   Peace that the world be free.


TITLE: COLOURS OF HEAVEN
Above the unpurged colours of heaven,we heard the peace song boom like sun-beams,                                                                                                                                                        spreading calm to drunken beats, and  a dance beyond the barns.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         

TITLE:   PEACE ASLEEP
Peace has walked into sleep dauntless.Every shots, shouts and shame stab the dawn. In the drunken heart there is much foul data.The vain, vanquished and vandals cross old souls to purge our steps dead,as the mother of pain finds a nest.


TITLE:   WHO ARE YOU PEACE?           
Who are you?Who are you peace? Gloriously incomplete.The sky has not vanished like clouds, yet all path make the path where the sun and moon walk off each other.Broken trees, broken streams and broken birds,sit on pews here and there, singing to no one.Through the trenches. In the trenches season after season our arms have nothing left.                                                                                    Our minds sat here. Our minds sat there. Our minds sat everywhere.
Pilgrims in just about everything sang to no one.We saw tomorrow go into it with fire.                        Fear kept mosquitoes indoors aged and dreary.Everything, everyone, and everywhere flee from truth and beauty, row by row, round by round, it rains heavy fire.With being becoming being, we heard the souls voice back and forth.                                                                                                                         Our minds sat here. Our minds sat there. Our minds sat everywhere.
Our feet were as old as the sky when chaos walked into wrath.Our eyes listened to soaring sounds sucking just about everything, everyone and everywhere flee from truth and beauty,                 Tomorrow came frozen row by row, round by round, it rains heavy fire.                                         Brilliant anthills, walk past all plummet’s sound harmoniously. Yet a silent thunder burst. Souls with minds pregnant like the world drowned. Drown in being like clouds. Their scent blooms with flowers.                                                                                                                                                                         Our minds sat here. Our minds sat there. Our minds sat everywhere.
The trains ran fast and left smiles behind. All path match to fit all steps to heaven, where angels talk. A sacred whole.Who could with them?   Where is the part?  Where is the whole?                                  What a hot wind embracing us.When the dawn comes, who may own it? 

Some of the Spoken-word/Performance poetry by Young Splendors at  Accra Mall on 21/09/2013.    Poems written by: Ayo Ayoola-Amale esq.Muse of Poetic Harmony in Africa.                                                                                                    
Copyright2013 Splendors of Dawn.




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