Esta Noche

Kolonial

NEW MOON

I looked up the sky, and there she stood,
A new phase of the ever smiling moon,
With a gorgeous charm she gladly glowed
Wearing her crescent in a concave curve,
Reminding all again of her newness come,
And that life has come to another curve.

I reviewed my wishes and counted my blessings,
And then I resolved as I prayed by wishes made,

To be guided again like the curving moon,
So when the convex meets the concave curve,
To complete the cycle for another full moon,
I would have yet on my hand to count again,
A new list of blessings and wishes came,
With the crescent of another smiling moon.


Poems of Life By Oliver O. Mbamara

Franco the Great

Love is Just a Dream

The sky is not the limit

40 % of the children from this neighborhood in the south bronx did not complete high school last year. At the graduation ceremony the superintendent made the statement that this was an accomplishment ! because it had been worst before.


getto

Is your phone full of failing schools
In a place that isn’t totally full of fools
Its because we don’t have the right tools
We’ve been failed by a nation
This is why a lot of us end up on probation
And not been given the inspiration
And having a feeling of institutionalisation

Is your phone full of non-white people?
Trying, and failing to climb the steeple
All of us were born to families who are poor
Some people are here to escape a war
Having to struggle and strife
For the promise of a better life
But found little change
Still to stay safe they carry a knife
Still in range
Of one mans gun


Luv Muriz

Mombo King

some mornings I awake with a single thought on my mind.....
I must be something
really special
to have come through so much
and still have so much love left in my heart

Alvan Herring