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She Marvelled!

She marvelled! !
Because it was very sweet;
She marvelled! !
Because it was very strong;
She marvelled! !
Because it was very lovely;
She marvelled! !
Because it was very fresh;
She marvelled! !
Because it was a new thing to her;
She marvelled! !
Becuase it was very amusing;
She marvelled! !
Because it was very attractive;
She marvelled! !
Because it was very romantic;
And, the aroma of love was seen all around her face.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Destination

This was like aspeech read on your behalf,
But the people around are like sheep without a shepherd;
And the first ever kiss you had in life is still in your mind.

Destination,
With heavy rainfall on the ice like your slippery love;
But the red column was part of your life.

I marvelled because of their unbelief,
And you marvelled because of my strength!
But this was like the speech read on your behalf.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Mukiri

Your love is greater than apple!
But i will crwon it with the sentimental emotions of my care.
You are like one from another planet,
And i will be together with you on the excitements of this love;
Because, i can now breathe again on the muse of this love!

Marvellous!
I marvelled seeing you like a queen on the first day;
And you are like the star shining on me today! !
But you are Mukiri in the land of red roses.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Thumbnails and finger ends

A book of learned scholarship,
open in my hands, at the first page…

and then I saw, to the right of it,
my thumb nail…and marvelled –

at its perfection, at its beauty,
and at my own ignorance –

which strangely, was all part
of that same beauteous perfection…

the thumbnail: curved, as a hollowed claw,
the curve I knew would give it added strength;

sitting as secure as any child of love,
within the folded mystery of skin and flesh;

three-coloured: pale rising moon
emerging from its secret nail-bed
as some goddess might appear;

then the subtle shades of rosy pink,
hinting at blood serving readily
the nail’s demands;

finally, the top (long, shaped, as best to gouge
potato’s eyes, and other kitchen tasks…) :

I looked at it, and marvelled:
the whole creation, conspiring to present
this perfect thing…

Fifty years and more ago, I wrote,
in those years when I despaired
of making sense of so-called ‘adult’ world,

sitting at the desk, to find myself
before setting off to earn my daily bread,

I wrote – in lines that never quite linked up
their visioned moments into complete poems,

on white and yearning pages like a life unwrit:
‘we know not our own finger ends…’

The wrinkled thumb and finger – they have lasted;
the holy mystery - praise God - remains.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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I loved you in so many ways

From the first moment
that I saw you
there was love for you

and from the beginning
you effervesce
was in my thoughts
and in every word and sentence.

I loved you
in so many ways
and sometimes
even when it did really hurt
and no reason remained
for love.

I saw you sleeping
next to me
and marvelled about
your dreams

and you were so pretty
while you laid there peacefully
that I just fell more
in love with you

and while you are away
sometimes I wonder
how it feels
for someone else to love you
and I tear my thoughts away
and see happy people
around me

and the answers that I get
at times
rips right through me
and still I stay
endlessly in love with you.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Beautiful Tears

Meeting you in some foreign place
With the wind on your arms
And the sun in your face,
I marvelled at your girlish beauty
And your subtle Delphic grace.

Imagine my surprise
At seeing you here in another guise,
An urchin in the street
On a cold, November day with the rain in your eyes.

Love is a stranger now
And sings me no more lullabies
In the old house by the sea.
I sit here lonely and helpless, bewitched by your beautiful tears,
The cradle rocks and the baby cries.
You said you would love me forever,
Why do you tell such terrible lies?

poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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I Dreamed I Moved Among The Elysian Fields

I dreamed I moved among the Elysian fields,
In converse with sweet women long since dead;
And out of blossoms which that meadow yields
I wove a garland for your living head.
Danai, that was the vessel for a day
Of golden Jove, I saw, and at her side,
Whom Jove the Bull desired and bore away,
Europa stood, and the Swan's featherless bride.
All these were mortal women, yet all these
Above the ground had had a god for guest;
Freely I walked beside them and at ease,
Addressing them, by them again addressed,
And marvelled nothing, for remembering you,
Wherefore I was among them well I knew.

poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Some Sadness

I cropped a little of us every day.
Tirelessly joined the pieces together and
Slipped them under my pillow.

Took them out and unrolled them
In my darkest night,
Marvelled at our completeness
Extended and silent as moonlight that

Trips through back streets and
Over back yard walls.

Like staring at the sun, you have remained
Emblazoned in my eyes.
Time for the final bow.

Your dance on my eyelids is drawing in, while
Overhead runs melody and lyric and
Underneath I am one note…..repeating…

Gasping, how we ran and ran and still
Our feet never left the ground.

poem by J.A. Proudfoot
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Mosheh

Men, brothers and fathers,
Seven men of honest reputation;
Women, sisters and mothers,
Seven women of reputation;
Mosheh was educated on all of the wisdoms of Egypt,
But i am amazed and marvelled about your love.
In righteous works and in the acts of charity,
And of an image of the calf on your table;
But silver and gold have i not.
My heart is of joy and my muse is to love you,
But my flesh is the hope that you need;
For Mosheh was trained in all of the wisdoms of Egypt,
And my tongue is of gladness today.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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As I Call It Hardwork

I was never granted the night
But my heart stormed me the light
I was never given a chance
But life made me wana dance

I was never the best of the best
But my efforts separated me from the rest
I could not glide my eyes success
And yet my faith granted me progress

then time came
And honored I became
As I kept all the values
and with my norms I travelled

Time came
And dignictory I became
As I kept my identity
And with indemnity I marvelled

I never was a king
But I persued with my loud sound I sing
The song that reveals all my packs
I and appreciates all my hardworks

poem by Anele ''The African Son'' kaPotelwa
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Noah

When old Noah stared across the floods,
Sky and water melted into one
Looking-glass of shifting tides and sun.

Mountain-tops were few: the ship was foul:
All the morn old Noah marvelled greatly
At this weltering world that shone so stately,
Drowning deep the rivers and the plains.
Through the stillness came a rippling breeze;
Noah sighed, remembering the green trees.

Clear along the morning stooped a bird,—
Lit beside him with a blossomed sprig.
Earth was saved; and Noah danced a jig.

poem by Siegfried Sassoon
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The Pirate Queen

We fought them on the Spanish Main,
With flashing sword and gun.
A bright and colourful picture we,
As we made those rascals run.
We were the pirates brave and true.
We fought our battles bold.
I still see us stood upon the deck,
With our bodies flashing gold.
I loved you then as I love you now.
The people marvelled so.
'She's a woman' went the whispers.
'How could they make her go? '
But 'they' didn't make me, no one did.
I stood beside my man.
As I've stood beside you lifetimes since,
Then we've slept upon the sand.
It's still the case this lifetime.
I'm always here for you.
Whatever you have said or done,
You're still my pirate true.

poem by Rosi Caswell
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Marvellous Travel

I travel with my eyes,
Watching those silently cry,
Asking themselves the question why,
Someone left them without saying goodbye;

I travel with my thoughts,
I travel with my pen;
To write about children, women and men;

I travel with my voice,
I travel with my hope,
That something new, would spring into my horoscope,
Whether in Asia, America or Europe,
There'll always be something interesting to scope;

I travel to many different places,
Mix with many races,
Identify tribesmen by their faces,
And little girls by their laces,

I travel without money,
So, please listen to my testimony,
The good, the bad and even the ugly,
Every experience is worth life's journey,

For I'll always be marvelled,
When ever I travel.

poem by Joshua Fernandez
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The Travelerz

I travel with my eyes,
Watching those silently cry,
Asking themselves the question
why,
Someone left them without
saying goodbye;
I travel with my thoughts,
I travel with my pen;
To write about children, women
and men;
I travel with my voice,
I travel with my hope,
That something new, would
spring into my horoscope,
Whether in Asia, America or
Europe,
There'll always be something
interesting to scope;
I travel to many different places,
Mix with many races,
Identify tribesmen by their faces,
And little girls by their laces,
I travel without money,
So, please listen to my testimony,
The good, the bad and even the
ugly,
Every experience is worth life's
journey,
For I'll always be marvelled,
When ever I travel.

poem by Akingbehin Daniel Murphy
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Sonnet XXIII

Is it indeed so ? If I lay here dead,
Wouldst thou miss any life in losing mine ?
And would the sun for thee more coldly shine
Because of grave-damps falling round my head ?
I marvelled, my Beloved, when I read
Thy thought so in the letter. I am thine--
But . . . so much to thee ? Can I pour thy wine
While my hands tremble ? Then my soul, instead
Of dreams of death, resumes life's lower range.
Then, love me, Love ! look on me--breathe on me !
As brighter ladies do not count it strange,
For love, to give up acres and degree,
I yield the grave for thy sake, and exchange
My near sweet view of Heaven, for earth with thee !

poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Xxiii

Is it indeed so ? If I lay here dead,
Wouldst thou miss any life in losing mine ?
And would the sun for thee more coldly shine
Because of grave-damps falling round my head ?
I marvelled, my Beloved, when I read
Thy thought so in the letter. I am thine--
But . . . so much to thee ? Can I pour thy wine
While my hands tremble ? Then my soul, instead
Of dreams of death, resumes life's lower range.
Then, love me, Love ! look on me--breathe on me !
As brighter ladies do not count it strange,
For love, to give up acres and degree,
I yield the grave for thy sake, and exchange
My near sweet view of Heaven, for earth with thee !

poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Sonnet XXIII: Is It Indeed So?

Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead,
Wouldst thou miss any life in losing mine?
And would the sun for thee more coldly shine
Because of grave-damps falling round my head?
I marvelled, my Belovèd, when I read
Thy thought so in the letter. I am thine--
But...so much to thee? Can I pour your wine
While my hands tremble? Then my soul, instead
Of dreams of death, resumes life's lower range.
Then, love me, Love! Look on me--breathe on me!
As brighter ladies do not count it strange,
For love, to give up acres and degree,
I yield the grave for thy sake, and exchange
My near sweet view of Heaven, for earth with thee!

poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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A factotum editor

A factotum editor

An editor
All in one
Factotum
Requested for a poem
I sit down
With a pad
Holding the pen tight
I look up
Marvelled with the architect
Crystal clear
Of the blue sky

With a blasting frustration
Bursting disgust
I leave my cushion
At the far distances
No trace of any cloud
Or rain
I am blocked

In the way
Of my rushing out
i see a face
totally worn out
out of grace

it is of humanity
tortured by injustice
deceit and hypocrisy

the cloud bursts
the dyke breaks
I am drowned
In emotions and tears
can not compose
even a verse
I am totally confused and lost
among the words

again I am blocked

poem by Abdul Wahab
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On The Vita Nuova Of Dante

AS he that loves oft looks on the dear form
And guesses how it grew to womanhood,
And gladly would have watched the beauties bud
And the mild fire of precious life wax warm:
So I, long bound within the threefold charm
Of Dante's love sublimed to heavenly mood,
Had marvelled, touching his Beatitude,
How grew such presence from man's shameful swarm.
At length within this book I found pourtrayed
Newborn that Paradisal Love of his,
And simple like a child; with whose clear aid
I understood. To such a child as this,
Christ, charging well His chosen ones, forbade
Offence: “for lo! of such my kingdom is.”

poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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Sonnet 23 - Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead

XXIII

Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead,
Wouldst thou miss any life in losing mine?
And would the sun for thee more coldly shine
Because of grave-damps falling round my head?
I marvelled, my Beloved, when I read
Thy thought so in the letter. I am thine—
But . . . so much to thee? Can I pour thy wine
While my hands tremble ? Then my soul, instead
Of dreams of death, resumes life's lower range.
Then, love me, Love! look on me—breathe on me!
As brighter ladies do not count it strange,
For love, to give up acres and degree,
I yield the grave for thy sake, and exchange
My near sweet view of Heaven, for earth with thee!

poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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The Song

You caught me by surprise
With your clouded hazy notes
Seeping through the crevices of hidden places
Drifting in like gauzy smoke
Until tears rose at last
From that deeply flowing spring
Whose source is in the darkest cave
Where all my losses lie
You softly prised them from me
Those visions and those dreams
Of words and smiles of eyes and warmth
I marvelled at the freshness
Of the blood you drew so easily
With the softness of your sound
Those long lost moments not gone
But with me here and now
And when you slowly drifted off
Leaving what I felt still clear
I lingered in the aftertaste
Of memories of promises
To find my soul again

poem by Maria Manias
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