Sunday, December 15, 2013

BLACK POETRY ON OBAMA!- A BLACK PHARAOH! -A POETIC MESSAGE BY MENELIK CHARLES-FROM FACEBOOK

Friday, December 06, 2013

"BLACK PHARAOH" ? -OBAMA O! -A BLACK IN amerikkka PHARAOH? -A POETIC MESSAGE BY MENELIK CHARLES! -FROM FACEBOOK

BY Menelik Charles.


The return of the Black Pharaoh...

You were the 'change' we believed in from
A Bush who mistook his rule as a tool
To violate all the governing rules...
He just wasn't cool...

But something about you had all of us fooled

You were the face of color...a man of valor
A President who promised to
Rule with candor...

And empty jails of Moslem males and
Save their boys from wars gone stale
In Arab lands where bloody stands
Were made 4 men with evil plans

Elected before your rule now abhors
It's no longer 'on it' its more
like Pharaonic.

I'll let my people know!


(C) MENELIK CHARLES 2013

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

BAYO ADEBOWALE'S LATEST BOOK IS OUT!-IT PUTS AFRICAN POETRY IN A NEW CATAGORY WITH ITS BRILLIANT AFRICAN IMAGERY! - GET YOUR COPY NOW!

BAYO  ADEBOWALE’S  AFRICAN MELODY
SINGS FULL-THROATED POETIC SONGS FOR AFRICA
Bayo Adebowale’s newly- published book, AFRICAN MELODY, (A Poetic Exposition of the African Essence) combines sweet melody with harsh melody, melody of expectation with melody of hope, for the African Continent. The 144 page book, containing a total of 61 poems, takes readers on a poetic excursion through the socio-cultural history of a Continent at the focus of global attention.
 
Nature and landscape in the book receive close scrutiny, as much as a number of selected political and historical events in the life of Africans on the Continent, and Africans in the Diaspora. (e.g slave trade, colonialism, coup d’etat, poverty, class distinction famine, racism, genocide, etc.)The poet adulates the achievements of the heroes and heroines of the land, while despots who smear the Continent’s beautiful garment with mud, receive castigation and several knocks on the head.
 
Sweet melody reverberates right from the beginning of the book, as readers encounter ‘motionless crocodiles basking under the blazing afternoon sun, at the magnificent swimming pool of Limpopo’ (p.12); ‘termites milling protectively round their Queen in the palatial fortress, inside the kingdom of the giant anthill’ (p.86); ‘photographs of brown-grass savannah teeming with spotted long-necked giraffes  journeying on the express road of the mind in the open horizon of Pategi’(p.19) ; ’ the receding evening sun sitting down on the busy bay of Lake Chad, immobile like a fat market woman transacting business.’(p.6)
 
Harsh melody, in one other section of the book, exposes Africa as ‘an ailing giant walking with the limbs of a stegomyia and nursing a pulsating numbness in the region of his left leg’(p.53). The ancestral land here has become ‘an elephant crippled by a snare; an antelope caught in a trap; an impala extricating from a tightening noose; a puff adder with his stomach swollen by an undigested rodent; and an earthworm dancing the dance of death in a lake of salt.’(p.59-60)
 
Melody of hope resounds in the book with the arrival of notable icons – African role models like Shaka –‘ the black pugilist of the unconquered land of the rugged Zulu nation’(p.14); Kwegyir –‘ the amiable Goldcoast whiz kid who at school chanted multiplication table with ease and acted Daniel in the Lion’s Den with dexterity’(p.21); Makeba – ‘the cool evening nightingale perching on the African bamboo, dishing out symphonies of pleasant solo tunes in mezzo-soprano octave to a listening universe’(p.84); Luthuli – ‘the blooming banana rhizome on the bank of the roaring River Orange’ (p.10); Ali –‘ the buzzing bee with a deadly sting, the graceful butterfly floating in the openness of the blue sky’(p.110); and Mandela, ‘who trod, unscathed, the narrow freedom road, strewn with pricks and pains, thistles and bristles.’(p.98) and Barrack Obama – ‘the long African broom, sweeping the New World horizon incredibly clean and penny – bright… the arrow head of mighty Luo spear shooting staright to target’ (p.124).
 
In Bayo Adebowale’s AFRICAN MELODY, it is music all the way; Music ‘touching the incore of our heart; jerking us to alertness; and stimulating in us, wonder and incredulity’… Music,’ soft as the murmur of the dove at dawn, pervading our days with delight, in cadences of joyful bubbles; and music, harsh as the monotonous tap on the blacksmith’s anvil permeating our nights with grief, in sequences of sad gurgles.’ (p.23)
 
The inclusion of a Classified Index in this brand new book is unique, so also is the full-colour display of imaginative photographs {nine of them}, supplied with highly creative captions by the poet, for readers delight. Adebowale’s AFRICAN MELODY indeed is a ‘deeply-researched and competently – crafted work of art.’
                                            PROFESSOR ISAAC ADEBAYO ADEYEMI
                                            VICE CHANCELLOR
                                            BELLS UNIVERSITY OF TECHNOLOGY, OTA.
 
Cover Price of the Book: N600; $5 {+ $2 Postage Cost}; £4 {+ £1 Postage Cost}
Page: 145
Year of Publication: 2012
Contacts for Purchase:
-          African Heritage Publishers (AHP); P.O.Box 36330, Agodi Post Office, Ibadan, Oyo State, NIGERIA.
-          Email     :               africanheritagelibrary@yahoo.com
-          Phone:                 +2348034495485
+2348072871715
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"WE HAVE GREAT WORK TO DO. WE HAVE BEEN CALLED UPON TO BUILD A NEW AFRICA AND A NEW BLACK WORLD!"
DR. BAYO ADEBOWALE,DIRECTOR/FOUNDER
AFRICAN HERITAGE RESEARCH LIBRARY AND CULTURAL CENTRE
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Saturday, July 3, 2010

"BLACK ART"-ONE OF AMIRI BARAKA'S BLACKEST POEMS

FROM yeyeolade.wordpress.com


“BLACK ART”-AMIRI BARACK MOST FAMOUS BLACK POEM

By Yeye Akilimali Funua Olade
Two new books by Amiri Baraka
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The Essence of Reparations and Somebody Blew Up America & Other Poems
Books by Amiri Baraka
Tales of the Out & the Gone / The Essence of Reparations / Somebody Blew Up America & Other Poems / Blues People
Autobiography of LeRoi Jones/Amiri Baraka / Selected Poetry of Amiri Baraka/LeRoi Jones / Black Music
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Black Art
By Amiri Baraka
Poems are bullshit unless they are
teeth or trees or lemons piled
on a step. Or black ladies dying
of men leaving nickel hearts
beating them down. Fuck poems
and they are useful, wd they shoot
come at you, love what you are,
breathe like wrestlers, or shudder
strangely after pissing. We want live
words of the hip world live flesh &
coursing blood. Hearts Brains
Souls splintering fire. We want poems
like fists beating niggers out of Jocks
or dagger poems in the slimy bellies
of the owner-jews. Black poems to
smear on girdlemamma mulatto bitches
whose brains are red jelly stuck
between ‘lizabeth taylor’s toes. Stinking
Whores! we want “poems that kill.”
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
with tongues pulled out and sent to Ireland. Knockoff
poems for dope selling wops or slick halfwhite
politicians Airplane poems, rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
rrrrrrrrrrrrrrr . . .tuhtuhtuhtuhtuhtuhtuhtuhtuhtuh
. . .rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr . . . Setting fire and death to
whities ass. Look at the Liberal
Spokesman for the jews clutch his throat
& puke himself into eternity . . . rrrrrrrr
There’s a negroleader pinned to
a bar stool in Sardi’s eyeballs melting
in hot flame Another negroleader
on the steps of the white house one
kneeling between the sheriff’s thighs
negotiating coolly for his people.
Aggh . . . stumbles across the room . . .
Put it on him, poem. Strip him naked
to the world! Another bad poem cracking
steel knuckles in a jewlady’s mouth
Poem scream poison gas on beasts in green berets
Clean out the world for virtue and love,
Let there be no love poems written
until love can exist freely and
cleanly. Let Black people understand
that they are the lovers and the sons
of warriors and sons
of warriors Are poems & poets &
all the loveliness here in the world
We want a black poem. And a
Black World.
Let the world be a Black Poem
And Let All Black People Speak This Poem
Silently
or LOUD
Source: Selected Poetry of Amiri Baraka/LeRoi Jones (1979)
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AMIRI BARAKA-KA'BA-A POEM-ONE OF THE BLACKEST POEMS!

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Ka 'Ba by Imamu Amiri Baraka
A closed window looks down
on a dirty courtyard, and black people
call across or scream or walk across
defying physics in the stream of their will

Our world is full of sound
Our world is more lovely than anyone's
tho we suffer, and kill each other
and sometimes fail to walk the air

We are beautiful people
with african imaginations
full of masks and dances and swelling chants

with african eyes, and noses, and arms,
though we sprawl in grey chains in a place
full of winters, when what we want is sun.

We have been captured,
brothers. And we labor
to make our getaway, into
the ancient image, into a new

correspondence with ourselves
and our black family. We read magic
now we need the spells, to rise up
return, destroy, and create. What will be

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    Saturday, June 19, 2010

    "SOMEBODY BLEW UP AMERICA" BY AMIRI BARAKA-A TRULY BLACK REVOLUTIONARY POEM ABOUT 9/11!


    Somebody Blew Up America & Other Poems


    Black radical enigma.(The Essence of Reparations, Somebody Blew Up America and Other Poems, Amiri Baraka: The Politics and Art of a Black Intellectual, ... Review): An article from: Monthly Review

    Somebody Blew Up America.


    Somebody Blew Up America



    Amiri Baraka

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        SOMEBODY BLEW UP AMERICA
           (All thinking people    oppose terrorism    both domestic    & international…    But one should not     be used    To cover the other)
        They say its some terrorist, some          barbaric                           A Rab, in    Afghanistan It wasn't our American terrorists It wasn't the Klan or the Skin heads Or the them that blows up nigger Churches, or reincarnates us on Death Row It wasn't Trent Lott Or David Duke or Giuliani Or Schundler, Helms retiring
        It wasn't the gonorrhea in costume the white sheet diseases That have murdered black people Terrorized reason and sanity Most of  humanity, as they pleases
        They say (who say? Who do the saying Who is them paying Who tell the lies Who in disguise Who had the slaves Who got the bux out the Bucks
        Who got fat from plantations Who genocided Indians Tried to waste the  Black nation
        Who live on Wall Street    The first plantation Who cut your nuts off Who rape your ma Who lynched your pa
        Who got the tar, who got the feathers Who had the match, who set the fires Who killed and hired Who say they God & still be  the Devil
        Who the biggest only Who the  most goodest Who do Jesus resemble
        Who created everything Who  the smartest Who  the greatest Who  the richest Who say you ugly and they  the goodlookingest
        Who define art Who define science
        Who made the bombs Who made the guns
        Who bought the  slaves, who sold them
        Who called you them names Who say Dahmer wasn't insane          Who/  Who /  Who/
        Who stole Puerto Rico Who stole the Indies, the Philipines, Manhattan    Australia & The Hebrides Who forced opium on the Chinese
        Who own them buildings Who got the money Who think you funny Who locked you up Who own the papers
        Who owned the slave ship Who run the army
        Who  the  fake president Who  the ruler Who  the banker                    Who/ Who/ Who/
        Who own the mine Who twist your mind Who  got bread Who need peace Who you think need war
        Who own the oil Who do no toil Who own the soil Who is not a nigger Who is so great ain't nobody bigger
        Who own  this city
        Who own the air Who own the water
        Who own your crib Who rob and steal and cheat and murder        and make lies the truth Who call you uncouth
        Who live in the biggest house Who do the biggest crime Who go on vacation anytime
        Who killed the most niggers Who killed the most Jews Who killed the most Italians Who killed the most Irish Who killed the most Africans Who killed the most Japanese Who killed the most Latinos
         Who/Who/Who
        Who own the ocean
        Who own the airplanes Who own the malls Who own  television Who own  radio
        Who own what ain't even known to be owned Who own the owners that ain't the real owners
        Who own the suburbs Who suck the cities Who make the laws
        Who  made  Bush  president Who believe the confederate flag need to be flying Who talk about democracy and be lying     WHO/ WHO/ WHOWHO/
        Who  the Beast in Revelations Who  666 Who decide    Jesus get crucified
        Who  the Devil on the real side Who got rich from Armenian genocide
        Who  the biggest terrorist Who change the bible Who killed the most people Who do the most evil Who don't worry about survival
        Who have the colonies Who stole the most land Who rule the world Who say they good but only do evil Who  the biggest executioner
           Who/Who/Who     ^^^
        Who own the oil Who want more oil Who told you what you think that later you find out a lie Who/ Who/ ???
        Who fount Bin Laden, maybe they Satan Who pay the CIA, Who knew the bomb was gonna blow Who know why the  terrorists    Learned to fly in Florida, San Diego
        Who know why Five Israelis was filming the explosion    And cracking they sides at the notion
        Who need fossil fuel when the sun ain't goin' nowhere
        Who make the credit cards Who get the biggest tax cut Who walked out of the Conference    Against Racism Who killed Malcolm, Kennedy & his Brother Who killed Dr King, Who would want such a thing?    Are they linked to the murder of Lincoln?
        Who invaded Grenada Who made money from apartheid Who keep the Irish a colony Who overthrow Chile and Nicaragua later
        Who killed David Sibeko,  Chris Hani,     the same ones who killed Biko, Cabral,        Neruda, Allende, Che Guevara, Sandino,
        Who killed Kabila,  the ones who wasted Lumumba, Mondlane , Betty Shabazz, Princess Margaret, Ralph Featherstone, Little Bobby
        Who locked up Mandela, Dhoruba, Geronimo, Assata, Mumia,Garvey, Dashiell Hammett, Alphaeus Hutton
        Who killed Huey Newton, Fred Hampton,     MedgarEvers, Mikey Smith, Walter Rodney, Was it the ones who tried to poison Fidel Who tried to keep the Vietnamese Oppressed
        Who put a price on Lenin's head
        Who put the Jews in ovens,      and who helped them   do it Who said "America First"         and ok'd  the yellow stars                                                 WHO/WHO/ ^^   Who killed Rosa Luxembourg, Liebneckt Who murdered the Rosenbergs    And all the good people iced,    tortured , assassinated, vanished
        Who got rich from Algeria, Libya, Haiti,    Iran, Iraq, Saudi, Kuwait, Lebanon,    Syria, Egypt, Jordan, Palestine,
        Who cut off peoples hands in the Congo Who invented Aids Who put the germs    In the Indians' blankets Who thought up "The Trail of Tears"
        Who blew up the Maine & started the Spanish American War Who got Sharon back in Power Who backed Batista, Hitler, Bilbo,       Chiang kai Chek                       who WHO   W H O/
        Who decided Affirmative Action had to go   Reconstruction, The New Deal, The New   Frontier, The Great Society,
        Who do Tom Ass Clarence Work for Who doo doo come out the Colon's mouth Who know what kind of Skeeza is a Condoleeza Who pay Connelly to be a wooden negro Who give Genius Awards to Homo Locus        Subsidere
        Who overthrew Nkrumah,  Bishop, Who poison Robeson,         who try to put DuBois in Jail Who frame Rap Jamil al Amin, Who frame the Rosenbergs, Garvey,          The Scottsboro Boys,      The Hollywood Ten  
        Who set the Reichstag Fire
        Who knew the World Trade Center was gonna get bombed Who told 4000 Israeli workers at the Twin Towers    To stay home that day Why did Sharon stay away                    ?                                           / Who,Who, Who/                          explosion of Owl the newspaper say the devil face cd be seen       Who  WHO     Who WHO
        Who make money from war Who make  dough from fear and lies Who want the world like it is Who want the world to be ruled by imperialism and national oppression and terror    violence, and hunger and poverty.
        Who is the ruler of Hell? Who is the most powerful  
        Who you know ever Seen God?
        But everybody seen The Devil  
        Like an Owl exploding In your life in your brain in your self Like an Owl who know the devil All night, all day if you listen, Like an Owl Exploding in fire. We hear the questions rise In terrible flame like the whistle of a crazy dog
        Like the acid vomit of the fire of Hell Who and Who and WHO (+) who who ^     Whoooo and Whooooooooooooooooooooo!  
                                     AMIRI B  10/01


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    Friday, June 11, 2010

    "BEAUTIFUL TO BE BLACK"-A POEM BY SISTER CHARA NYASHIA SANJO


    from yeyeolade.wordpress.com


    “BEAUTIFUL TO BE BLACK” A POEM BY SISTER CHARA NYASHIA SANJO,SUBMITTED BY KYA TO “BLACK IS BEAUTIFUL”

    By Yeye Akilimali Funua Olade
    “BEAUTIFUL TO BE BLACK”
    “It’s beautiful to be black.”
    It is the color of strength and pride.
    I will say it out loud. I don’t have to hide.
    I love me, and the color that I represent.
    Look at me, there is nothing like it.
    What you see is not an illusion.
    It’s a gift from GOD, don’t ever confuse it.
    “It’s beautiful to be black.”
    It is the color of fame and envy.
    If I wasn’t black, I wouldn’t be me.
    Black is the color of power and authority.
    It is so outstanding, thank you LORD for blessing me.
    I’ll shout it to the world, I’m proud of what I am.
    Those who are in vain will never understand.
    “It’s beautiful to be black”
    It is the color of confidence and style.
    I have been blessed, by my ancestor from the Nile.
    I am scenic from the inside out.
    These verses are true, I don’t have any doubt.
    There is no one who can change my mind.
    Black has been beautiful since the begging of time.
    “It’s beautiful to be black.”
    It is the color of honor and grace.
    This is one thing that cannot be taken away.
    By Chara NyAshia Sanjo

    4 Responses to ““BEAUTIFUL TO BE BLACK” A POEM BY SISTER CHARA NYASHIA SANJO,SUBMITTED BY KYA TO “BLACK IS BEAUTIFUL””

    1. The face of Afrika Says:
      It is beautiful to be black indeed! I hope you don’t mind if I use your poem on my blog, dedicated to celebrate the beauty of African people and of the African continent. Please check the Website http://www.thefaceofafrika.com/ and contact us at thefaceofafrika@googlemail.com
    2. jameka little Says:
      love the poem it describes me and the way that i feel, it’s very intresting to me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
    3. khadijah Says:
      i love the poem i hope it will inspire many
      can i use your poem for my group “black is beautiful?”
    4. daijahenry Says:
      i love the poem and i hope other people do to and i hope they love to be black
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