Community Poems
Annual Hymns
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Sisters of the grey night,
Assemble on the chest of the hill.
The heavens enjoy seeing your wild gowns billow along
When the winds hiss with humble pride,
And when your restless lips murmur praises
To the Most High —
In elevated voices and strength.
Remember the summons and hasten
Towards the crest of the hill.
Curse the viper’s mouth and spit upon its fangs.
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The Dream Patrol
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Willie Winkie lived in a land of magic, in the region called Butterfly Haven;
For Willie was a diminutive elf, like the violet blossoms, of purple fixation.
Willie and his beloved wife, Elvira, lived highly organized, pleasant lives;
For magic impels ways and customs to differ, like buds, as spring arrives.
Everyone called Willie Winkie, 'Wee,' since most elves were notably bigger;
But, he was Director of Dreams, scattering joys of plum night, with vigor.
Violence was completely unheard of, inside their peace loving community,
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fleet-footed good
by Rikske Kessner
And as you walk through these familiar streets,
You notice small details you used to overlook:
The worn-out benches where people rest,
The graffiti that boldly splashes stories;
The fleeting smiles of passing strangers…
Each moment feels so much more precious-
Each breath a gift, not to be taken for granted.
You accept that endings are part of the journey;
......
Rosemary's Wedding
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
This Sunday,
Before noon,
In my community church,
Wedding bells ringꓽ
Rosemary,
Daughter of our land,
Weds!
Grand invitations
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Festival
by Ken Ripley
Festivals can be lots of fun,
Especially when they are new
And what is offered nicely run.
Games, exhibits, and parades
And music by the score, all
Compete with booths of food,
The kind you see in fairs in fall:
Funnel cakes and turkey legs abound.
Visitors are drawn to streets
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Annual Hymns
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Sisters of the grey night,
Assemble on the chest of the hill.
The heavens enjoy seeing your wild gowns billow along
When the winds hiss with humble pride,
And when your restless lips murmur praises
To the Most High —
In elevated voices and strength.
Remember the summons and hasten
Towards the crest of the hill.
Curse the viper’s mouth and spit upon its fangs.
......
fleet-footed good
by Rikske Kessner
And as you walk through these familiar streets,
You notice small details you used to overlook:
The worn-out benches where people rest,
The graffiti that boldly splashes stories;
The fleeting smiles of passing strangers…
Each moment feels so much more precious-
Each breath a gift, not to be taken for granted.
You accept that endings are part of the journey;
......
Silhouette
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Pine figures melting into the night
Back among the walls of water —
Reflect through porous beams
Day, frazzled with labour-lust
Casting smitten shadows —BLACK—of muted torsos;
Image of the ray-mirror, framing
The shrubs and the fallen iroko along desolate
Paths of a recently pacified village.
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Silent Waters
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Silent waters are ripples not grimaced
Where the sea plants stand limp in peaceful
Accolades for the aquatic jungle, young and unexplored . . .
Torrents of troubled wasters flake their froths at roosting time
When infertile reeds disvirgin puerile and naïve banks of
Assailed brooks
Silent waters, fodder-narrowness race of gentle run,
Running cleverly in runout channels into the plains;
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The Dream Patrol
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Willie Winkie lived in a land of magic, in the region called Butterfly Haven;
For Willie was a diminutive elf, like the violet blossoms, of purple fixation.
Willie and his beloved wife, Elvira, lived highly organized, pleasant lives;
For magic impels ways and customs to differ, like buds, as spring arrives.
Everyone called Willie Winkie, 'Wee,' since most elves were notably bigger;
But, he was Director of Dreams, scattering joys of plum night, with vigor.
Violence was completely unheard of, inside their peace loving community,
......
