Sharing my Art.

 

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Here is a selection of my art taken from a selection of my Poetic Opuses.

1. West African Painting.

2. “Djan Djan” And Man Was

3. Ashe Afrika

4. We belong.

5. Language of the skies.

Some of my Collection of Poetic Opuses.
Collection of Poetic Opuses.

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1. West Afrikan Painting.

Smiling blue sky,

Is the abode of the most high!

Dancing ebony girls,

Mango butter-flying cloth,

Ivory bangles clattering.

Aren’t they beautiful?

 

The flesh of a ripe pineapple,

Bronzed sun kissed coasts.

The sun so sweet, so yellow,

All that glitters is gold!

 

I picture West Afrika,

Can you see my painting in your mind?

Can you imagine what it’s like?

 

Jungles, ebony,

Red palm oil.

Cradle of cocoa beans,

From raw orange soils.

 

Earth pots,

The king’s wooden sculpture,

Cotton Kente cloth,

Nature is a culture.

 

I picture West Afrika,

Can you see my painting in your mind?

Can you imagine what it’s like?

 

Markets in the streets,

Okra, powdered Chilli.

Smoked prawn flavourings,

Aloko banana frying,

What would you like to eat?

 

At zenith Dondo drums and trumpets lead the jubilee,

The beach is filled with N’zema singers.

White handkerchiefs waved in the wind, (peace)

This is the place to love and live.

 

Is my painting now clearer in your mind?

Can you imagine what it is like?

 

This is what it’s like

-The home of where the heart resides-

This poem captures the landscape of southern Ivory Coast, and more generally the landscape of coastal West Africa. To me, all the countries of this coast are sisters that share a grand wealth of awesome cultural and scenic treasures. All these words are splashed on this piece of paper, painting the home of where the heart resides.

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2. Djan Djan, and Man Was!

-God held a precious seed in his hand,

Clasped it between the palms of man:

“Let it bloom, flourish, spread your hand over the earth

Let it take over the land, over my creation

Rightful heir of mine, this earth is your throne!”

-Earth all powerful, all mighty fought man!

With her shafts of whirlwinds and tempests.

Untamed, wild, savage! She refused to be claimed

“Djan, Djan! Djan, Djan!” (Cosmic drums said-)

“BRAAAA! BRRAAAA!”

Let the thunder roll

You dare anger the Gods

Never anger the ground

On which you walk.

“Djan, Djan! Djan, Djan!” (Cosmic drums said-)

You dare challenge this universe

Then Feel the power of its storm!

-You cannot stop a river raging

A volcano from erupting

You cannot tame fire in your hand

Subdue a mountain from taking over the land

“Djan, Djan! Djan, Djan!” (The Cosmic drums said-)

“BRRAAAA! BRRAAAA!”

Let the thunder roll

Fire is the Earth’s heart, her core

Watch it unleashed in mighty awe!

“Djan, Djan! Djan, Djan!” (The Cosmic drums said-)

You dare challenge this universe

Then Feel the wrath of this heart!

-Man, omnipotent fought with the force of a God!

Undefeated- his strength to bring the Earth to her

Feet! Believing in his gift, his divinity

He unclasped his palm and finally let it bloom

Unleashing in Mighty splendour…

“Djan, Djan! Djan, Djan!” (The sound of the Cosmic drums-)

In awe,

All discovered the grandest river

The angriest volcano, the greatest fire,

The mightiest mountain

The highest force that governed this earth

Yes, all bowed, all recognised

And Man Was!

On earth man is a God.

“the personality of creativity is God given it is the greatest of all elements, set it alight, let it shine!”

Extract taken from my short book – ‘A Lovely Touch’.

 

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3. ASHE AFRIKA,

 

Woman,

Of warmest welcome.

Woman,

Of spirited dark.

Woman,

Who raised man,

Taught him to walk up-right.

 

Darkest daughter of Eve,

Black mothering arms

Cradle of humanity;

The womb where colour came to be.

A shade that bled, oozed

In many myriads of skin-streams.

 

Woman of colour,

Black oiled skin.

Basking under her sun; her lover

Her companion forever.

 

Wonder number 8

-Noble-

Natural awe, beauteous, as unto gold.

(On this earth,) Millions come and go

But you shall never grow old;

 

Forever, you will remain in our souls,

An epic, told in eternal poetic odes.

Woman,

Of warmest welcome.

Woman,

Of spirited dark.

Woman,

Our mother you are…

 

“O, Ashe, Ashe Afrika.

O, Ashe, Ashe  Afrika.”

“The first poem I have ever written all those years ago, it is very, very special to me. A dedication to my beautiful continent.”

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4. We Belong (To Afrika)

 

O Black Diaspora, I love you much,

You may live a thousand miles

In Jamaica, Dominica,

Salvador de Bahia,

In Haiti, Guyana,

Cuba, New Orleans…

 

But your spirit remains here…

On the very land I’m standing.

“Look to Afrika”- she calls you out!!!

 

Black, brown, dark are our skins,

The one trait of our racial unity.

 

One love which we have

For our Afro- family.

 

One love which we have for our blackness,

Our negritude, our Afrikanity.

 

O Black Diaspora, I love you much,

For Afrika is our home, the Gulf of Guinea

And its panoramic coasts.

 

Slavery tried to overpower us,

Indeed, it has ripped and divided us

But as a race and people we survived!

 

Now is the time to turn ourselves back

The time for us to look back,

To face the roots of our past.

 

Black siblings of the Diaspora.

Indeed, let’s fuse our sunshines!

All of the same blood let our cultures unite!

 

Black, brown, dark we are,

For we belong to Africa.

Now is the time,

To face the roots of our past!

“I truly Love you all – my brothers… my sisters”

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5. The language of the skies.

When the skies speak to my mind,

They speak through myriads of enlightening kaleidoscopes –

Heavenly crystal paint brush strokes that sweep through the clouds.

 

Today truth dawned right before my indigo eyes

-echoes-

Just as light is, truth will always be.

Unshakable, unshunable, unmaskable.

 

For when Today truth dawned right before my indigo eyes,

It was patient, it was diligent, most resilient

Unshakable, unshunable, unmaskable,

It was a haven, rays of safety bathed in pools of provident lights.

 

For when today truth dawned right before my indigo eyes,

Unshakably, unshunably, unmask-ably, undeniably,

It echoed through the fabric of my making that irrevocably, we are truth.

Every fibre, particle of matter, slight vibration that moves even our very existence

Is made from the purest diamond of truth.

 

Who are you? Who am I? Who are we?

Why

Limit

Shun

Forsake our ‘being’ of truth?

Forsake, limit and shun the very golden thread that securely binds our fabric together.

Who are you? Who am I? Who are we?

 

Truth is palpable, with a pulse, – touch-…it ‘tingles through and through’

Consciously, unconsciously.

Immensity, grandiosity  truth is…and as she is, so are we.

For truth is what is left after you shed the skin of who you thought yourself to be.

 

It may take the time it will take, seasons may come and go,

 autumn winds may sweep through the lands, spring may bloom again and again,

Lebanon may even once again be in flower. It may be a minute, a

second, a day, a few more face wrinkles away.

But truth will be manifest on your horizons.

Resiliently, waiting at the other side of your fears.

 

For when today truth dawned right before my indigo eyes,

Unshakably, unshakably, unmask-ably, undeniably

It echoed through the fabric of my making that irrevocably: we ‘are’.

Created from truth,

Through truth

By truth

To be true.

 

For I testify that I do believe, I do believe…

Yours lovingly, truly,

Eternally.

 

 

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