Tribute Poems
Brainiac
by Kevin Schroeder
BRAINIAC
In the pulse of noise, where chaos reigns,
Brainiac blurs the lines, defies the chains.
With rhythms that twist and melodies wild,
They craft a sound, electric and styled.
From Dayton’s heart, they carved their way,
A fusion of art, where shadows play.
In every note, a spark of the strange,
......
لو أنكر الدهر أنكم عرب - Poem by إلياس ف
by إلياس فرحات
آيـاتُكـم يـا أكـارمَ العــــــــــــــربِ
تبعث فـي النفس نشــــــــــــــوةَ الطربِ
مـا دام لطفُ الـحديثِ مـنـتشـــــــــــراً
مـا حـاجةُ النـاسِ بـابنةِ العـنـــــــــب
رُدّوا القنـانـي إلى مخـابئهــــــــــــا
واجلـوا عـلـيـنـا عــــــــــرائسَ الأدب
أبكـارَ وحـيٍ يكـاد عـاشقُهــــــــــــــا
يرقى بأحـلامه إلى الشُّهــــــــــــــــب
تهفـو إلـيـهـا النفـوسُ هـــــــــــاربةً
إلى نعـيـم الـمـنى مـن اللهـــــــــــب
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A Last Tribute -01
by Subhas Chandra Chakra
Once upon a time, dear
This day, every year
Made me bathe in tear-
As it came so near.
At a pretty little past
Although it'd be the last,
For things fade so fast
't was day of my heart.
......
Esther Ngozi Ogbonna
by Joseph Ogbonna
It was indeed an odyssey of excruciating
pain, reluctantly embarked upon
that led to an abrupt farewell
that got you ferried in splendour
by His majesty's service 'HMS Life Eternal'
by your guardian angels maneuvered
on her maiden voyage.
Congratulations for your newfound bliss and
world of non-existent tears.
You have meritoriously earned the Saviour's
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The Last Poem
by Kamal Nasser
Beloved, if perchance word of my death reaches you
As, alone, you fondle my only child
Eagerly awaiting my return,
Shed no tears in sorrow for me
For in my homeland
Life is degradation and wounds
And in my eyes the call of danger rings.
Beloved, if word of my death reaches you
And the lovers cry out:
The loyal one has departed, his visage gone forever,
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Brainiac
by Kevin Schroeder
BRAINIAC
In the pulse of noise, where chaos reigns,
Brainiac blurs the lines, defies the chains.
With rhythms that twist and melodies wild,
They craft a sound, electric and styled.
From Dayton’s heart, they carved their way,
A fusion of art, where shadows play.
In every note, a spark of the strange,
......
David
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Michelangelo’s David . . .
Hmm!
I call it, reverently,
The Colossus of Florence.
It never tires of standing
Proudly, unshod and unashamed,
Like a discus-throwing naked prince of Greece,
Olympian and sturdy,
A true Adonis,
Showing off his small, gentle, rested penis
......
To the Piano Player
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
O’ fingers so blessed and anointed,
how gentle, how feeble
are you on the teeth of the piano —,
the soft voice of elevated sound,
the scent of music wafting
through mute-listening clouds
and to the chords of the soul!
The essence of all this is to light up
the dark caverns of a distressed Testament.
The life of the piano player rests on the golden
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For John Lennon
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
At Penny Lane,
among Strawberry Fields,
which swished in global excitement
and superbly choreographed words,
came a voice deep and long —
a voice we will hear time after time —
the voice of John
a protest of Lennon.
Africa
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Africa,
I reconcile your genius with nostalgia,
perfervidity and relic lust;
your age with the whiteness
of a virgin void of earliness;
and your life with the tenderness
of the yolk of God.
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