Poetry with an african contribution

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  By Christian Mowarin

poetry playbook


My love is in your shine I can hardly see the highlight Cos' i see it in your looks When you look at me My color is in your shade But am glowing in greys Cos' i see it in your pattern When you printed me...

Christian Mowarin

an oxygen paperback July 2010


for my mother, clara


AFRICA IS ALIFE


Give me a palette of soil And I will paint the earth In mud and lasting ebony I will paint my culture In bold hues of browns and Breathe back the life we Lost in the wars of existence Give me a river of water And I will drink the mist If greens and evergreens I will drink my solitude In life and the afterlife and fuel back the rhythms we Lost in the matadors of creation Give me a pillar of strength And I will build the texture of dreams In silver architecture and culture I will pave the stairways In glass and porcelain renaissance And mold back the broken serifs In the typeface of our generation


MY STYLISH TASTE


Me with my stylish Taste and faith Have no rivalry with Your ethnic disabilities Of your bakes and banes That does not re ect you Trust me am a remake Of your true truth Me with my pure memento renaissance Trust not your shape-shifting egocentrics Of your depressing and rustic innuendoic expressions You know am an illumination of a beautiful phenomenon Me and my amboyant consonants Have no connections with your ancestral raging cancer Of the tempest and Tenancy that favours you But you know my existence is A living resolution of a new motion magic Me and my creative mercurial instincts Have no prejudice against your illustrative weapons Of your racial and radical messages Plagued by your uncommon Flavour for doomsday Now you know am a prophetic Fusion of my own new generation


FORBIDDEN CIRCLE


Its native contour line passes underneath our feet Evil like the one which it radiates Everyone's nightmare for which its drawn Will it ever eats us or leave us to be Sometimes a little sticky with worn-out sap Sometimes when long time drawn stay put The witch doctors line art amidst overgrown weed Only he knows where to step to save the gods wrath Toothless and ageless he chants most nights Nigh along his badly dotted circle with leg akimbo Black magic for a black prize for a night Seldom truncated by knight knives in the wind The ogene too robust in its clangy clan cry Going far into the stills and monuments of the night Shivers and shrills torment us still as We made our tired journey to sleep land They say the chant scares the drought and breaks The u from the mosquitoes, pinches iba from little ones His withered ngers claws tuberculosis from old geckos Only to sometimes resurface in another


I AM CHARMED


Am brimming with love Swaying majestically in swing Magically caught in your euphoria I know I am charmed by you And I like to like it that way Someone tries to steal my heart Am not working to get it back Before it gets bitterly broken Its so di cult but I understand And I like to like it that way My whole world dwells in you I just don't exist without you I have woven a dream around you You are in front of my eyes And I like to like it that way The hills might cry a river The moutains speak ill of you The seekers seek to repaint you Love covers you in my mind And I like to like it that way


COME WITH ME


My heart is happy with happiness My gaze gone lust with nothingness My eyelids leaps with disbelief Am taking her to my home town Come with me dear and in turn I will show you the lilies of the villageside My gossips have chased me to win My love taken me for a swim The thought of you gladdens my heart Your fever makes me fever fat Come with me dear and in turn I will show you the tulips of the villageside Am a happy rascal racing Racing far into the country My love lovingly true Together we are two happy truce Come with me dear and in turn I will show you the da odils of the villageside


THE FUTURE BY A STREET


The last droplet of a rainy day Hit his forehead and slowly glide down Occasionally pausing to watch his reaction The downtown drummer plays his beat still like a heat in the streets He plays the future with a tune The lamppost his ethnic quavers The edge protrusions his semi quavers The street mad and still becomes audience The sidewalk makes way for his rhythms The stage is now an angry banner ap The mud on his feet his ever ow Why not the thorny side shrub a composer? Unmoved and motivated he plays his Beat still like ripples from a droplet


INSPIRATION SHADE


My inspiration is n your eyes I do not need it cos' I see it in your charm When you charmed me My love is n your shine I can hardly see the highlight Cos' i see it in your looks When you look at me My color is in your shade But am glowing in greys Cos' i see it in your pattern When you printed me My world is n your hands I can hardly see the handwork Cos' i see it in your envy When you envelope me My nature is n your texture But i wont feel it soon Cos i see it in your energy When you energized me


FREEDOM IS HERE

YOUR LIGHTERS UP FOR AFRICA


What if you could play The strings for Afrika Will she rise up and dance Shake o her scales And groove with the beat Afrika rise and dance For a new wind is sweeping What if you could beat The tambourines for Afrika Will she wake up and sing Have a sonorous voice Afrika raise your hands and shout For a new song we'll sing today What if we could play The back pains o Afrika Will she get up and walk Break free from her life of lies Afrika ght and rejoice For joys of freedom are here What if we could smile The worries away from Afrika Will she radiate a youthful glow Her ribbons of radiance y high Afrika light up your life For a new skin tone glows within


AFRIJAZZ CAFE


I came to get down The musik goin downtown Your fun for a penny, buddy Your mix for my taste Get hippy with the hop Savor the ice n shake They serve neo soul A barrel full of twist Taste's got a new rap Flavour n your hands Hits live all around Cold ltered n unplugged All good, cool n beautiful Time n time to take a shot You cant go wrong with the ow With an Africafe jazz expression


an oxygen paperback July 2010

By Christian Mowarin all rights reserved @2013


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