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To The Enemy 47th FAPLA / Cuban Brigade (Fay Slimm form / decanelle)
In the veldt they put Cuban soldiers to rest
simply as found
with hillocks unfamiliar under a foreign sky
at each mound,
all kinds of strange animals, birds and pest
came looking around,
after the guns, the earth and grass did cry
in a weeping sound
with lions, hyenas, jackals on a kopje crest,
on stony ground.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Where the baobab tree finger points
Where the baobab tree finger points,
the bush veldt sun fries you to tatters,
some camel thorn trees hook and pierce,
jackals and hyenas cry and laugh at night,
the moon rises yellow, with stars appearing
all over the sky shining like jewels,
it’s as God himself is walking around in the veldt.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Beltway Darkness
Beltway darkness erupts tsunami
Flooding ruined marble buildings,
Blood-dimmed tide swelling,
Corruption waist deep in Congress halls,
Clotted waters brimming;
Jackals howl atop walnut desks
While drowning hyenas laugh.
The Emperor has his lunch.
poem by Ralph Vaughan
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I Dreamt I Was In Africa
I dreamt I was in Africa neath Serengeti sky
I heard the wild dogs barking, the spotted hyenas cry,
I heard the male lion roaring his anger pierced the night,
I dreamt I was in Africa neath African moonlight.
The elephants were trumpeting on Serengeti plain,
The sun dried grass all eaten the parched earth cried for rain,
The wildebeest and zebra had wandered far away
And Serengeti silent in the searing heat of day.
I dreamt I was in Africa the drought was at an end
The thunder and the lightning And rain came with the wind,
The ponds and rivers flooded, the once parched plains now green
And widebeest and zebra in thousands to be seen.
The moon shines in the heavens and the hunting jackals bark
In Tanzania in East Africa in Serengeti National Park
The grazing hippos grunting and the wild hyenas scream
And I was in East Africa if only in a dream.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Prayer Prompt Psalm 113. Praise for God's Kindness
Rejoice the servants of God!
Blessed be God forever!
Rejoice, O children of God!
Blessed be God forever!
Rejoice, God heals the sick
Rejoice, God frees the meek
Rejoice, God gives to the needy
Rejoice, God feeds the hungry
Rejoice, God shelters the homeless
Rejoice, God takes care of the fatherless
We adore you, O God,
We bless you;
For in the holy cross –
You have redeemed the world!
poem by Rose Flores Rosevoc2
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Where they had passed
While on patrol
I found a buffalo’s empty cranium
left by hyenas, jackals,
vultures and other carrion eaters
and the section camped
and made a small fire right next to it.
We heated some food from our ration packs
in a fire bucket, killed the fire,
spreading sand over the burning tablets
and slept under a starry sky
with weapons close at hand
and the next morning enemy terrorist tracks
were treaded right next to my head
where they had passed without noticing us.
poem by Gert Strydom
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When A Enemy Mig Fell Like A Burning Dot
It's a dot coming
with a falling bomb,
from high out of the blue
and I am astonished
but how plainly painful I see a iron bird fall,
hitting the earth with a thundering bang.
It's an enemy from across the ocean
that smashes into the earth,
like a falling star
in a burning kind of hell
about the last flight of a dark haired man
there is not a lot more to tell:
than an enemy pilot wounded deadly;
hyenas and jackals scratch around
where he lies in the veldt
in an unknown grave in the ground.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Battle at the Lomba River
That night guns roared
all around us everywhere
and the field was acrid
with the smell
of the man made judgement day.
Howitzers flung their projectiles
miles high into the sky
flying by past the horizon
like glowing stars.
Tanks and armoured cars
crunched, raced on
over trees, anthills and almost anything
coughing death left and right
through flaming barrels
and some lions, leopards, hyenas,
jackals, suricates, scorpions
and snakes in the veldt
thought that this night
the world will come to an end
and later still the world
went on like before
while man had a armistice
and then again another war.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Jonah-Woman
Who are these white-capped jesters...and jackals
Who have placed me in the belly of a
White death-stinking fish?
Not this time, not Jonah-time fish.
Not walking out safe from Jonah's fish. No.
Not this time.
The jesters and tittering hyenas, with their night-lumin
Eyes, who tiptoe soft through the loud-hinged door...
And shut it quietly-quick behind them.
They are breathing to find me.
They safari hunt for me...beating the bush-room.
Mine. I am hiding in the pillow, in the chest of drawers,
In the air.
They can't find me with their needles and needle-quick
Pills.
The rancid, disinfected fish is down the hall, around the
Corner...on the ceilings.
I can sense death rattles...quick as goodbye from
Yesterday. The fish swallows the soft, noisy passage.
The fish is Hill House. The fish is the jackals' den.
The fish, with no fins, rummages the halls, airborne,
Hovering on moon-shadowed winds.
A scream, a gurgle, the fish forgets me for the moment.
The jesters still seek, seethe. They have other work now.
Something is wrong.
Something is amiss in Heaven.
They have placed me in a room with no art.
There is someone at the door...snuffling dog noises.
Who are you that you do not answer me?
The dog has gone. I think it has gone...but I do not think
It was a dog.
They have taken everything. Even the name of my Father...
Given it to the jackals. This, my scent.
They seethe out of their fish-den, carefully stepping over
It's teeth. Man-shark teeth. Death teeth.
They walk with needles balanced on a tray...rainbow pills
In teensy, little cups...watch me to make sure I've swallowed
The rainbow.
Something is my God wrong.
Something should not be happening.
I cannot walk out of this vile fish...like Jonah. I cannot go
Past it's teeth. I am afraid...more of a coward.
Even your God cannot help me now.
I fear the teeth will SNAP! shut when I'm half-way through the
Opening.
Will anyone care if the jackals laugh, lapping my blood...
While I walk away from a white death-fish?
Walking home.
Walking alone.
poem by Elysabeth Faslund
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Why?
If I could paint
I would paint a portrait
of a shot out Ratel armoured car
standing in a landmine field.
Out of which the smoke still rises
And I would print in defencelessness
with every brush stroke
of armoured steel failing
against projectiles
and then becoming a coffin
and enemy soldiers standing grinning
with teeth brilliant white
and bones of fallen comrades
that tried to stop a horde of barbarians
and hyenas and jackals standing drooling
and vultures turning in the sky
and in the background till the horizon
enemy tanks, armoured cars
and men would lay shot to pieces
with pools of blood, intestines
and shot of legs and hands
and the title would be: Why?
poem by Gert Strydom
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Even Hyenas Have Some Sense
'They are laughing at 'you'! '
And that...
You have taken notice?
'It is not 'me' it is 'you' they are laughing at! '
Oh,
I understand that very clear.
But they are not here,
In my focus!
To give them the notice you give!
They are there to do...
Whatever 'hyenas' like them do!
They want you attracted.
To distract.
Don't point at them.
They will point right back!
And then begin to play games,
Of trivial pursuit.
See them sitting there?
That's all that they do.
I care less about them laughing.
Even hyenas have some sense.
Something mindful of a survival to dispense.
And they have 'sat' doing that...
For as long as I can remember!
And not one dollar have they made,
Or been paid to do it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Celebrate Spring Today
Rejoice, my love, rejoice,
Its spring here, rejoice.
Bring out your lotions and toiletries,
And decorate your long hair.
Oh, you're still enjoying your sleep, wake-up.
Even your destiny has woken up,
Its spring here, rejoice.
You snobbish lady with arrogant looks,
The King Amir is here to see you;
Let your eyes meet his,
Oh my love, rejoice;
Its spring here again.
[Translated from 'Aaj Basant Manaalay']
poem by Amir Khusro
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Counting Backwards
They said I'm bizarre, blunt and ruthless
when I was seeing myself through the mirror
and then the fortune stormed in and spat
and blamed me for what I really am
While the busy bees cheered for the unloved bird
peacocks chanted mantra of the dead and the void
The world i saw was a round wad of chewed gum
fixed around a seed of an orange, decayed slightly
the rivers flowed eternally, elegantly and swiftly
and the sun kept his gaze down on the walkers
While the hyenas went into hysterics and laughed
jackals stepped out of the closets in to the reality
I was fixated and dependent on my sight
made me overlook all my flaws and abilities
and then the life gave me a few lemons
I understood, simply the best won't suffice
While the whole world slept in the darkness
I searched for the light to make a bed-spread
Thus I found the reasons, answers and the truth
all at once, as well as the light, the magical kind
understood as I curled inside the shell again
it has been me, just me and myself, all along
poem by Pamuditha Zen Anjana
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Parental Guidance
Sang the Father to his only Son,
'Rejoice! Rejoice!
Before
your life's time has come
'fore it all
is said and done! Rejoice! Rejoice!
Rejoice! whilst thou remains
bless'd vigor and young!
Rejoice in all good humor and health!
Rejoice!
for the inherent miracle and wonder
of creation's living wealth!
Rejoice when thou hath come of age
and like time
I in physical have come to pass
remember to Rejoice then
my torch bearing son
Rejoice! Rejoice!
In singing the collective unborn
death surpassing carol of ONE! '
'Repent � Repent'
hush'd the warning of the mother
to her youngest tight warm wrapped
meek lap sitting
child
'Repent � Repent my timid little lambkin
today whilst thou remains innocent
and the sun doth shine
its ever youthful forgiving
smile
before the furious tempests
and fatherly stallions
of vengeance and wrath
over earth run wild
Repent... my child
Repent
Repent... Repent My tender babe
for every birth brings forth another
bless'd chance to be saved'
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Rejoice
Hes falling, hes falling,
And outside the buildings are tumbling down,
And inside all over the ground.
Do it again.
But what am I to do?
What in the world am I to say?
Theres nothing for us to do.
He says youll change the world someday.
I rejoice.
Hes building, Ill follow.
Bear with him.
Im listing to what hes saying.
Everyones crazy, but Im too lazy.
Why? what must I do?
What am I supposed to say?
Ill never change the world.
But I can change the world in you.
Rejoice, rejoice.
What am I to do?
Tell me what I am supposed to say.
I cant change the world.
But I can change the world in me.
Rejoice
I dont know
I dont know what to change.
Rejoice
Rejoice
song performed by by U2
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Vultures
In a big group dots appear out of the naught
where they turn round and round in the blue
with wings here and there flashing blade bright;
they decent dangerous, explicit,
like dirty washing rags fluttering and screeching
giving each other dirty looks, inciting the whole time,
they hang in the tops of green thorn trees,
with naked heads and necks stretched out,
with yellow-gold eyes spread open while they are spying,
before they flutter to the ground, not scared anymore
hobbling along, ripping a carcass apart,
screeching when hyenas want to offer resistance
they threaten with grotesque wings, claws clapping
milling angry around hyenas that tread around scared.
poem by Gert Strydom
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To be laughed at by men is not to be wept by hyenas.
War Is Life
I can go in war this very day
with those who are against hunger,
who are against death
and who take arms against the invaders.
The boars are now destroying all crops of life
entering into the fields of civilization;
The jackals are devouring all corpses of our kith and kin
digging the graves;
The vultures are singing the rotten withered song of democracy
clutching the map of our heart;
Leaving my home for ever, I can go away with those
who are against these boars,
against these jackals and these vultures
and who draw irritated hands against their aggressive hands.
My heart cries now saying war war.
Saying war war, my heart bursts into anger
like an atom bomb.
Life is nothing but war,
and warlessness means mere death.
That is the most beautiful river, o Man,
whose course is serpentine.
poem by Sayeed Abubakar
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Let Us Pray
(words & music by b. kaye - b. weisman)
Come praise the lord for he is good
Mmm come join in love and brotherhood
Well hear the word and bring our gifts of bread and wine
And well be blessed beneath the sign
So let us pray together, pray together
Pray with the one mighty voice (heavenly voice)
And let us sing together, sing together
Pray and well rejoice (well rejoice)
When strangers reach out for your hand (for your hand)
Respond to them and understand (heaven obeyed to understand)
Well rise as one to calm the storm outside the gate (calm the storm)
With faith in him well never leave (never leave)
So let us pray together, pray together
Pray with the one mighty voice (heavenly voice)
And let us sing together, sing together
Pray and well rejoice (well rejoice)
(well rejoice)
The love of God is on our side (love is, love is on our side)
We have the strength to move the tide (well move the tide)
The world will say so, therell be peace and love for all (love for all)
And we must give our brothers love
So let us pray together, pray together
Pray with the one mighty voice (heavenly voice)
And let us sing together, sing together
Pray and well rejoice (well rejoice)
Love for all, love for all to the lord
Well rejoice love for all to the lord
Well rejoice love for all to the lord
Well rejoice for the lord
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Without impalas and hyenas, the lion cannot be the king of the jungle.