5 poems by David
Swan
Africa
From the ashes rose
Africa.
A phoenix of pure sunlight.
Its vast wings of antiquity,
Like a mother’s arms shielding
Its newborn
from an imperialist Sun.
It’s feathered voice
soars across
Violet tinged skies.
Songs sung by fallen angels
of hidden fruits.
Hopes on one day returning
On wings borrowed
from Africans Sorrow.
She
Hear her coming,
making sounds,
a thousand horses
running.
a colour of blackness
Like bedtime.
Carries a sword,
A thousand feet in
length,
traces of actions
on its bloodied
handle.
She has no hair,
And skin
Barely covers her
bones.
Run fast, Run fast,
But she runs faster.
Fed by fear and
desire.
She screams songs
From the depths of
hell.
Soon she catch me
Carry me on her sword
But for now
just keep running.
ridiculous
relativity
the quarks sat there simply
refusing too move
while protons and neutrons could no longer groove
and scientists sat there observing with muse
that the energies inertia simply refused
I AM
I AM small but can be tall.
I AM fat, thin, black, white,
funny and sad.
I AM the sun rising early in the
morning
I AM the night.
I AM the love your mother gave you
I AM the hate that made you fight.
I AM the sex that makes love to
you sweet and light.
I AM the anger, a seed hidden deep
within you
I AM the fear that makes you fight
I AM thunder.
I AM a rainy day.
I AM a sunray.
I AM the holocaust, a reminder of
your darkness.
I AM atom bomb.
I AM hope in the distance bringing
you into the light
I AM god, but the devil too.
I AM the universe and beyond.
I AM out there but in here,
waiting.
I AM all.
I AM everything, but most
importantly.
I AM ..............