A Moment and Time After The Storm
On a clear night the sky is filled with
shining stars,
When two Lovers look up,
They can see a light,
A shining star taken out of the sky,
As a token of their love for each other.
A miracle at first sight,
Small and innocent,
Spanking new yet familiar,
A need to touch and hold,
Slipping in track with time.
A joy that fills a void,
so full of life,
A treasured commitment to uphold,
Brings a closeness,
Warms the soul.
A shining star having the same bloodline,
To be named and imprinted in the mind,
Like a shooting star,
That streaks across the sky,
Hope for the future, and beyond.
Svetlana Konstantinov.- Poet
Hail Africa,
Full of race,
The lords be with you,
You are cursed among nations,
And black flesh, the fruit of your soil,
Is cursed.
Holy Africa,
Mother of humans,
Cry for us, Killers,
Now, and at the hour
Of your death,
Amen!
Bridget Pearson- Poet
How I will miss you
When I am dead,
Miss you in everlasting death,
Miss the stout unruly curvature
of your mounts,
The fortitude
O your rocks,
The magnitude
Of your men,
Your unsubdued rectitude.
How icy, Lonely and ark, how hollow
When I can no longer hear
The throb of your screams,
Grope for another dimension of life
In glimmering scales
Or fairy tales,
Sound your infinite, untamed
solitude's,
Ever pregnat of multitude
Of Infant freedoms.
How I will miss you when time stops!
How can I face slavery, eternal death,
Or eternal life without you,
Africa;My own true land?.-
Bridget Pearson - Poet
