An Ode To The Benin Chiefs (of old)
You provide an insight into the running of,
One of the most efficient administrative systems in the world;
King and Chiefs working hand in hand with the people,
To leave a legacy for all ages.
You flaunt not your riches,
They lie buried in the dust of age in store rooms,
In compound wells and on ancestral alters;
Diamond, gold or silver, appeal not to you.
You worship your head,
Which controls all your bodily functions,
Your intelligence is held in your head; therefore,
You celebrate this annually in the Ague festival.
Your lesson to the world is,
Brains and intelligence,
Are what matter most in this life;
All earthly riches not.
You are an inspiration for,
All peoples,
All cultures,
Through all times.
All hail the Benin chiefs (of old).
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Friday, 28 September 2012
Black History Month poems
Black History acrostic
Brave men and women doing extra ordinary
things
Lots of love to share with one and
all, is their song
Always putting others’ needs
before theirs is their feat
Checking that ethics is the order
of the day
Knowing that time will be the
judge of all
History celebrating efforts and achievement
of the great
Inspiring tales which guide others
to keep on the straight and narrow
Sometimes easier said than done
Tomorrow comes with its own challenges
Other people’s interests weigh heavily
on the mind
Rallying around good causes is no
bother to care about
Yielding to
inner pressures in choosing between right and wrong and getting it right; doing
the right thing even when others cannot see.
What
black champions do with their gifts
Muhammed
Ali, he had a gold medal.
He threw
it in the river to make a point.
Nelson
Mandela, he had strong anti apartheid speeches
He was forced to take these behind bars for 29 years, becoming president after that.
He was forced to take these behind bars for 29 years, becoming president after that.
Martin
Lurther King, he had a dream of all little children playing happily together
He gave
us utopia to aspire to.She took them to the Crimean War to make injured soldiers better.
He put these down on paper for generations coming by.
My teacher,
she has the gift of the jab
She takes
it to telling black history from the beginning.
Me, I
have a colourful imagination
I don’t
know just what I’ll do with it yet.
Proverb
Do not
let others dress you in princely robes that aren’t yours. They will surely be
taken away from you in time and the brethrens you betrayed along the way will
be watching.
More Black History Month poems
When They
Call
When they
call to make notes on amazing black worldI’ll be there helping.
When they
call to know who is who in the black history hall of fame
I’ll be
there helping.
When they
call to know which names merit praise singing
I’ll be there helping.
I’ll be there helping.
When they
call for list of activities to do with the kids at school
I’ll be there helping.
I’ll be there helping.
When they
call to collect certificates of achievements for star pupils on black history.
I’ll be
there helping.I’ll definitely be there!
Proverb
Don’t ask
who should be included in the black history most famous list; ask who did the
most for black cause.
Monday, 17 September 2012
Harvest
Harvest
Harvest is a time to remember our
brothers, one and allHarvest is a time to seek out anyone without
Harvest is a time to remember others in the community
Harvest is a time to share our little or much
Harvest is a time to be happy as one brotherhood in the community.
People give thanks to God for the fertile soil
People give thanks to God for the sun, the rain and the moon
People give thanks to God all that they have
We celebrate our joy
We celebrate God’s kindnessWe celebrate each other
We celebrate rewards of our efforts
We celebrate a prosperous new year.
Some slaughter a cow, cook and share
with others
Some cook cauldrons of food to share
with one and allSome party all day even for five days
Some sing pray and decorate their prayer houses
Some nominate a harvest master.
Harvest time is remembering others and sharing with them
Harvest time is about others’ happiness and well being
Harvest time is making sure others have enough to live on
Harvest time is remembering that we are all helpless without the grace of God.
Harvest time is this message:
‘I
am because you are!’ an African
adage.
FN
More Harvest poems
When the
Harvest Fails
When the
Harvest Fails:
Misery, hunger, thirst
Anger, distress, cries
Weakness, illness, pity
Kwashiorkor, death
Live aid, charity
When the
Harvest Fails, agony!
A Good Harvest
Abundant
food in:Sacks, bags, shops
Baskets, kitchen, pots
Plates, bowls, stomach
Abundant food for you and me!
Come and buy my:
Bananas, kiwi, melon, oranges, strawberries
Cassava, garri, potatoes, rice, yam
Okra, peppers, peas, spinach, sweet corn
Beef, chicken, , mutton, pork, sausages.
One pound
a bag!
Saturday, 15 September 2012
A Harvest Poem
I spied a seed drop onto the soil
I spied a drop of rain fall on the soil
I spied a shoot come up from the ground
I spied a leaf open up on the shoot
I spied a ray of sunlight fall on the leaf
I spied a flower grow on the stem
I spied a seed form as the flower withered
I spied a farmer reap the seed
I spied a farm hand sheaf many seeds
I spied a mill grind the seeds
I spied a baker bake a loaf of bread
I spied a woman take the bread to the harvest celebration
I spied everyone eat the bread, giving praise
I spied the girl who beheld this awesome sight.
FN
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