Poems

One hundred years ago there was a hen who lived in a pen.
Now in the pen there was a very big den that the hen
loved so much that he slept in it every night and never
slept in his coop! Then there was the hen’s gloopy food
which was called ticer that slopped over his bowl.
The hen liked his den which, was of coarse in his pen.
One day, the hen decided to go out of the farm to collect
some more sticks for his den. On the way there, he met
a fox. Then the fox took the hen to his home where he
ate up the hen.

Oh Africa, how beautiful you are
What generosity and beauty you have
all from a small part of the land
But why don’t people appreciate your beauty
why always the flaws?
why not the positives?
why only negatives?
Is it because you are still not completely developed?
Is it because most of the population is black?
Or is because people think that there are wild animals roaming all around the places?
Why don’t people appreciate you?

The real Africa is the one they never show.
The real one is hidden beneath all the poverty and death
but that is not what it has
It has more
The memories that you have made
the wonderful animals running all around in the wild,
the cold and soft breeze running though face,
the beauty of sunsets, Sunrise and silhouette.

Africa has all the beauty you can ever see
sooner or later you will be one of the most loved Continent of all
You are the most special Continent of all
and one day people will love to come and visit you every single day.

I LOVE YOU AFRICA

There was a baby
that was zero
He helped people
so he was a hero
and his name was Leo,

Leo was a hero
because he saved Theo
from Romeo

In the garden ,
there was a bunny
eating honey,
that was funny

The garden ,
said Pardon?
His name was
in Latin

Love is never simple
But tragic and bittersweet
Love awakens emotions
Faster than the heart can beat
Thoughts larger than the oceans
Even strength has to bow to love
Sometimes it drives people crazy
True love of not.

The Moon is a thin cat’s whisker,
A tiny sliver of light,
The Moon is God’s monocle,
Shining on the blanket of night.

The Moon sighs softly,
As the wind blows by,
It’s a bowl of milk,
On the blanket of night.

The Moon shines its glory upon us,
with moonbeams ever so bright,
The Moon shines, shines,
Glowing on the blanket of night.

The Moon is like a silver orb,
Illuminating everything in sight,
Its calming light will guide us home,
Smiling on the blanket of night…

The stairs go so high
nearly reaching the sky
towering on top of me
making me an ant

The stairs go so high
towering on top of me
making me scared of the height

A tower of pizzas
A mountain range of camels
A meadow of brushes
A melody of doorbells
A jingle of coins