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Shades Of Africa

Across the sea in paradise amist,
sailing beauty on winds of smile,
Lax to the reason of unadorn yesterday;
today the mountains kisses the sky wedding the shades of africa.
Animals running awild,
Trees outstretch awaiting the direction of the sun in freedom to provide thier purpose, nature,
has they bow in welcoming hospitality to visitors and families alike!
Never so beautifull, the freshness is tasted sweetly in the air!
with the black remembering rain saturating the bedding planes to unfold green deluxe grasses, giving off there palatable fragrance.
Moments knows no dull over looking serenity; delighted by shades of africa in cirrus clouds hanging magestically in the sky so to create the perfect picture and a sight for sore eyes! HAS
the life of its inhertiares overrides paramount on wheels of nobleness, sponge together in unity; They are too
joined amazingly and living together there face all look's alike and discribe alike, Beautifull they all are!
Shades of africa is heavenly, with blue green rivers, crystal stones, and peeping glaze, golden fishes imposing on everlastingness as undistured freedom whelms ther tame.
majical lights in everything around to reflect a love that shines!
crisp measure to the day extenting longevitty as the debry is unlaid by any runes,
The chrip of birds to console the music of angels availing the praise of pentecost, HEAVEN ON EARTH, is the song!
Allure commentry with thoughts exhaust from newness as the shade of africa unvail colors of the rainbow,
adopted outdoor deniming that enlights fading red, outstandingly equating the eyes from mixtures that the GODS detail,
has drifting clouds mono-colored from the north hanging under a ribbon like pale blue sky with a fluff from natures revolutionary tranformation covering the true shape of the mountains,
but so desolving to its first stage; as the bold but yet discreet sun arised in reconition to the breaking of a new day;
even still secretive asto its place of rest! has it ascence gentleman like in loftiness to the eyes of its solicit's with a shine and warmth to unvail morning;
dryiny the moisture from her descendance body as her repeated but on time bath come to an end;
heretofore covering her shame from the adorn of a different explorer to the africa's shade! so well the
Shades of africa delights aray, enchanting peace with humble abounds to commun quietly with rythms asail in culturial beauty.
Has the feelings of longing for home is mitigated by being home and the difference is felt in belonging,
dreams come throught, has
goodness prevails, and miracle happens,
where the shades of africa sojourns!

poem by Terrence Beckford
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The Pride To Be An African

My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa of which everybody imitates
My Africa of which culture exceed the Greek
My Africa of which everyone is jealous of

My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa of enormous natural endowment
My Africa of Non-Violence
My Africa of Amorous populates

My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa of patriot men and women
My Africa of shelter and vintage hospitality
My Africa of great ancestral mythology

My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa that bore fruits of black diamonds
My Africa which is a gift to the whole world
My Africa of great leadership

My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa of learned youths
My Africa of a bright generation
My Africa true tradition

My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa of black pageant women
My Africa of strong men
My Africa from who we all hail from
For every African deserves a Nobel Prize in
Existence.

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Thank You My Africa

Thank You My Africa
For Giving Birth To Me
For All The Blessings
And For Choosing Me As Your Daughter.

Thank You My Africa
For Selecting Me To Represent
Everything That You Own
And Wherever I Go.

Thank You My Africa
For My Other Sisters And Brothers
For My Other Fathers And Mothers
And The Perfect Weather.

Thank You My Africa
For My Happiness And Dignity
The Love And Careness
For My Roots And Capability.

Thank You My Africa
I Love And Appreciates You
For Being A Good Samaritan To Foreign Countries
Because Of Everything They Go Through.

Thank You My Africa
For Your Capacity
For Your Originality
And Your Diversity.

Thank You My Africa
For Letting Me Overcome Old Pains
To Have Many Opportunities
Privileges, Luck And Alot More Gains.

Thank You My Africa
For The Light That Shines Through
And Even If They Call You Dark Africa
I Declare You As A Bright One Because You Are So True.

Thank You My Africa
For My Beautiful Curved Body
Which Represents All The Roads
The Mountains And Rivers In You.

Thank You My Africa
For I Come From You
And My Appreciation For All That
I Say; I Love You My Africa.

poem by Julius Adolf
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African Skies

You say youre surprised
I thought Id write today
Pieces of my life
That time cant fade away
Land lies dry - africa
And the clouds roll by - africa
I held you every night
I believed in all youd say
Now the dust blows in my eyes
But those dreams wont fade away
The sky burns red - africa
Dont you cry - africa
Africa
When you cry it rains - africa
Still the children smile - africa
When you cry it rains - africa
When the wild dogs howl - africa
Still the clouds roll by - africa
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Don’t Cry For Me Africa

Don’t cry for me Africa
Because I will never let you out of my mind
I hear your voices people of Africa
I hear your cries people of Africa
I see pain in your eyes people of Africa
It is hard to describe what you people of Africa are going through
Poverty strikes you all people of Africa
Don’t cry for me Africa
Because I will keep you in my prayers people of Africa
Power to the people of Africa
People of Africa lift your spirit higher
Lord is the light and truth people of Africa
The Lord sends you a message from his heart to you people of Africa
He said because I love you
I will answer your prayers
I hear your prayers
Don’t cry for me Africa
Because you have a friend that is the Lord
People of Africa continue doing the Lords work
Make a wish people of Africa
The people of Africa are looking at the Lord face to face
Lord here is no paradise
We dream a little dream said the people of Africa to the Lord
The People of Africa Pray that the Lord will give each other strength every day
Don’t cry for me Africa
Save the people of Africa
Strengthened the people of Africa each day
Because I’ll be there in your dreams people of Africa
The people of Africa tells The Lord how much they love him
Don’t cry for me Africa
Lord comes when you are ready people of Africa
Feelings you have for your Lord People of Africa
And I know you will never let it die
Nothing but flowers the people of Africa will plant in the sea shore for the Lord
Don’t cry for me Africa
The people of Africa needs hope to heal there land
The Lord rose up on you people of Africa
Don’t cry for me Africa
My heart will go on
Once I close this door of the ship I will sail across the Atlantic Sea

poem by Aldo Kraas
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The Black Continent

Africa, Africa, Africa!
The Black Continent full of raw materials and talented people;
For the Blackman is capable of managing his own affairs.

Beautiful South Africa,
Beautiful North Africa,
Beautiful East Africa,
Beautiful West Africa,
And beautiful Central Africa! !
This Black Continent is full of natural resources.

Visit Africa to understand our ways,
For we have more to the world!
And like the muse of the animals in the forest,
But The Black Continent means a lot to all of us on this earth:

Africa, Africa, Africa! !

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Spirit of Africa

To
visit Africa,
to spend time
to notice
beauty of the land.
To feel its heat,
to drink it’s waters,
to observe, to marvel,
at its creatures,
great and small.

To see the diversity
of its people, in all
their rainbow shades,
to feel their warmth,
their love, their
big-heartedness.

Means Africa,
has touched your soul,
you have breathed in
a love of Africa, a love
that never ceases,
a love that never
goes away.
you have been
delighted, charmed,
have become
enchanted by
The Spirit of Africa.

For Africa is a
land of spirits,
they occupy dirt,
soil, trees, flowers
fruit, food that feeds;
the mountains, streams,
rivers, seas, oceans,
air, the breath of life, and
all the people of its land.

Africa believes,
that before time,
before,
things began,
there was nothing,
save for a void,
a sphere of spirit
that knew no limit;
it did not have a name.

This one spirit split
broke up, spread,
to change, to
create our world,
and all that’s here.
This one spirit
known to us as love
stays the same, to
invade all it made,
all that visit, especially
those that stay.

Now if you leave,
you’ll always
yearn, you’ll hunger
you’ll always
have that longing
to return.

14-07-2009

poem by Bob Blackwell
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Oh Africa my Africa

Oh Africa my Africa land of diamonds. Oh africa my Africa land of great kings Shaka, Haile Silasi, mandela to name a few. Oh mother Africa my Africa rich in gold.oh Africa my africa full of beautful women. Yes africa my africa land of real nature.

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Africa and Africa’s

Have seen little of history unfold
I know that one thing will always be
Africa will be,
But what is Africa’s may never be

White man came
Green lands began to dry
So did rivers and streams
Even oceans and seas

Whatever the white man sees
Seems to vanish from Africa
Like dews do in his singeing summers
When he sees peace… there! Gone

The white man said he’d in Africa invested
In actual sense he had Africa infested
Looting without shame
Claiming England is Object; Africa its subject

There was gold, grandpa says
We fight over our own
Lacerate throats and disembowel ours
Man in white fuels it dressed in black

We choose our way
Dos, don’ts, and embargoes stay
When we invent, they endear us
Purporting supervision, yet looting

What is Africa’s one day will be
And shall remain African and Africa’s
What should unite Africa is Africa’s
It will never split Africa into Africas

poem by David Munene wa Kimberly
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Africa Call (Black People)

You are black still your feet
know not Africa soil, you
are black still your eyes have
never witness how the sun
rise and fall in Africa, you are
black yet you have never nod
or move your hips to any Africa
music. How free is your blood?
How thick is it? How long will
you remain slave and erased from
your Africa root? Come home peace
dwell here, come and taste the runing
water of Africa, come let Africa free you.

poem by Enyinwa Okechukwu Enyinwa
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I Am An African

I am an African
I was born in Africa
Suckled mother Africa breast
I am beauty Africa

I stand under blue skies
Over drastic mountains
To behold vibrant countries
And feel at home

I bow down to salute heroes
Died on struggle
Striving Africa liberation
Development and capacity

Hail Africa
You are our mother
Feeding us with prosperity
Anointing us with acceptance

Africa is my mother
She will never fade
Gloom or cease
I am an African

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My Africa

My Africa,
a monument from God
his archi-tectural piece
on pillers of golden block
built in shapely ease
the scape of my Africa

My Africa,
tended by the seas
her tender loving green
with oceans like the breeze
all living to the brim
sweet bio, my Africa

My Africa,
you bear the geniune black
her wide and curly hair
new love you never lack
at every step you dare
you're outstanding, my Africa.

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Beautiful warzone- Africa

Africa a beautiful warzone
Home to me and you and them
But then the grass is not greener across the oceans.
What would a place be with out any negatives?
Ask yourself.
The world loves Africa, but Africa doesn’t love Africa.
We have shared blood in the past we still spill it…

When will Africa be what it ought to be?
A wonderful place where ethnic background doesn’t count,
A place of joy, love, peace and prosperity,
Africa was made with perfection out of love,
Blessed with a wonderful wild life,
The antelopes, birds, lions, elephants and even the fishes,
The sun embraces the beautiful blue sky by day,
And the moon and the stars hide us at night with a blanket of comfort.

Green forests as a cherry on top,
While hidden riches cause havoc, death, and deceit once uncovered.
Gold, diamonds and the like
Beautiful blue beaches east to west, west to east
Meeting in the shores of Cape Town
People’s dreams are what make Africa dull
People don’t dream of constructive things.

They dream about riches and about having it all
Some willing to wait for it; as the say it is worth the wait
Others want the easy way out; as they say it is a smarter way
But tell me why you are here; what the purpose of your existence is
And that of Africa, why are we placed in this warzone?
Or why do we remain in it?
Why is it a warzone anyway?

Look into it; forget the eyes let civilization lead
If Africa was made to be so beautiful, what’s its purpose?
Was it made to just a beautiful warzone
I deeply doubt that.
Africa is home to me, and you, and them,
and that of rest of the world.
Look at how you can change things
“Don’t consider yourself a victim of circumstances or
Consider thoughts of infidelity; consider a better course for yourself.”

poem by Onesimo Odwa Mabovula
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I see Africa

When i stand afar i see
nearer than ever
When i echo my fear
makes them bold
My race make me
speak in subdue, yet
i am proud to call
Africa my Africa
Eventhrough untied state
of Africa refuse to see
nearer than ever,
i still believe Africa is my
Africa no-matter what.
Oh great Marcus Garvey
my Africa brother, surely
Africa will remain Africa till the world dying days.

poem by Senator alufalism
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Africa's Calling

Take me back to Africa
where Hippos and Lions roam.
Where Giraffes and Zebra live in harmony
making Africa's tundra their life, their home.

Rains come not often to drench dry thirst of land
not as often as one would like.
Locus clouds plague the land
while devouring everything in sight.

Uglyness yet beauty of this land
only the stong can and will survive.
Scavenger birds picking bones clean
all that was hunted, killed and died.

Africa calling, this land inbred in me.
Just take me home to Africa
Africa's calling again to see.

poem by Linda Winchell
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Where Africa is

Africa my land,
Africa my heart,
Africa my eternal,
Africa my inspiration;

Where are you?
Somebody has asked me
And let me tell him
Where you are.

You are between Pacific and Indian
Simple oceans made of fishers
More than that you are
In the centre of my spirit.

Africa is in me,
I am where Africa is.

poem by St Antoine de la Vuadi
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Sunshine Africa

Hatred is the main cause of death and,
Love is the true act of peace;
But i am living in Africa where the sun shines and,
I want to reachout to the whole world with my muse.

Not only in my hometown but,
Beyond the peoples of the world;
Not only with my own people,
But also to expose the true love of Sunshine Africa;
For in this life, many are called but few are chosen.

I am from Africa where the sun shines,
But my mind is like the narrow path in your homes;
Because everybody want the gold than the bronze.
So is life, when we all compete to win;
But hatred is the main cause of death and,
Love is the true act of peace.

The pillars of hatred is around me but,
I will overcome it with the chambers of my past experiences;
And as for me and my house, we will serve Yahweh.

Sunshine Africa,
Try to visit the realms of love with me;
Home is home but,
When the home doesn't give you respect you leave it.

Sunshine Africa,
Try to take it along with you;
And let the birds sing with you in any land that you find yourself.

Sunshine Africa,
Let the animals meet you in peace;
For they are part of Africa with love and care.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Africa of My Dream

Africa, my Africa of my dream
Here is where I want to be
And here I have always been,
At my end, here is where I want to sleep.
Africa, I have been away for too long
Please don't cry for me my mother
Twenty years is a long time to be
Away from home,
But I am still here, my one home
My Africa, my Africa of my dream
Many are leaving, leaving for America,
But I am still here and here
Is where I will always be,
My Africa is my America.
We are working towards that,
A better Africa, a great Africa!
This is Africa of my dream,
My Africa is my America.

poem by Efe Benjamin
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The Dark Continent

'Africa my beginning, Africa my end. I was born here and I will die here'
Africa you bear my hopes and fears
Poverty, famine, crime and AIDS are words which plague Mother Africa's name
These demons bring me shame
While people try to make Africa better, a few let the hardship overpower them
Shame on them
They give up hope and go about their knavish ways
Even though there's hope on the horizon, be that as it may
They continue to destroy what little Mother Africa has
Africa is no longer what she was
'Mother Africa is weeping'
Yet a new dawn may be creeping
Mother Africa and her children are beautiful, they know their place in nature
Even though hardship may corrupt good nature
In the name of ALL that is good, I hope Africa will rise one day
And we'll stop the suffering before she frays
The words upon a famous poet, I hear
'Africa my beginning, Africa my end. I was born here and I will die here'

poem by Mthoko Mpofana
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America of Our Dreams

I am not in Africa
But Africa is in me,
Africa lies in my blood,
Where I was brought
up, amidst this rot;
This rot that had eaten deep
Into the heart of my Africa.
If we could right this wrong
Then we could make of Africa,
The America of our dreams.