Fur est Arca: Codes and Colon

*Fur est Arca: Codes and Colon*

John F. Buoye 2017

 

I have a golden jewel

High-priced as it unwittingly fell

Off the muggee’s tender neck

Into my bandit mental wreck.

I am a thief of fine gold

Of precious stones and diamond cold

Ripping and hauling from feminine nape

Down to my bizarre, cold and yearning cape.

 

Wealth as meek as kind velvet

I fear may never be yours to covet

This all about my box run

As water damaged pipes have borne.

Wealth to the poor and scarce to the rich

Gentleness much like the sand of the beach

These are ornaments of gold and fine silver lining

But into my hands the enduring pearl has fallen.

 

I am a bandit of golden jewel

My trade so sacred who can tell?

Missy and young, determined and strong

All in my cottage with words I have strung

Thieving, deceiving, relentless in madness

The maiden is mine, with mouth she’ll confess.

Larger and larger; the box of a thief

I’d sing of all it promises to be brief.

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*When We Go Home*

John F. Buoye 2017

WHEN WE GO HOME
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Miles of dust in the ears
Cornet’s unleashed dogs pursues the hound’s soul
To the home of the aged and forgotten
Engines, tyres and smoke
All dancing to the journey’s rhythm:
On my way home
The battering sound of incessant bátà
Bleeds the heart of all city blood
Pure as a dove’s gall he shall be After the rites of promise rekindling
Have again been passed.

Eyes brighter than the noon’s sun
Lips in a hurry to bless
Ecstatic arms to the hug
The bastard city child was welcome home
As though his father
Had taken his mother wife.

HEAVENS TOUCHED

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HEAVENS TOUCHED… by John Buoye 

At the midnight’s toll

The sixth priest pressed through the curious circle

Of men, women, children and the unborn

With heavy screams of spiritual lips

He stormed ancestral heavens

Forcing them all down

Butt-naked, towel loosely hung

Our fathers and mothers came down

 

Two nights ago

The owls did not stare

The nightingale chewed its song

The prince was murdered

And the king hung himself

After gutting fire on all he had

Child and blessings alike.

Women’s tears flowed as rivers

Wives became endless rivers themselves.

 

The drums have burst forth

With powerful gin for the ancestral souls

 

Our gifts of yams and oil

Should with loud voices cry

Out of your fat bellies.

Answer us now!

 

OH MOTHER AFRICA

#akinenvisions Oh Mother Africa

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Oh Mother Africa
You left us with the question why?
Why did you turn deaf ears to our
over kicking heart beats?
Why did you leave us with a curse,
telling us it’s a blessing?
Why can’t you see your children
swimming to the deep hollows of
pain and suffering?
Oh why did you make us feel, we are still cautious of our
movement?.
oh My Africa!………..
We are sinking, thinking we are
diving towards the deceitful shinning
fossils in the deep hollow.

Oh Mother Africa!
are we suffering of your sins?
Your sin of adultery.
The adulterous act you had with
the cunny white gorgeous stranger.
What did you tell him about us?
Lies about us being slaves and worthless?!
Why did you batter with your crown?
You wanted a mirror to view
Your beauty.
But you had a diamond to project
your greatness.
Oh see your mascot of…

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MURDERHOOD

#murderhood
By Righthand

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Trampled upon
Her lips was painted red,
No lipstick can be this thick!
She wants freedom.

He seized her by the neck
Her sharpness is but a tool
Her will is tramped upon, freely.

She bathes in the sea of his ruthlessness and anger
His will her deed
Her silver Innocence stained with red paint.

She is knife, daughter of life and death
Evidence of his wickedness;
The trampled upon.