Archive for the ‘Poems.’ Category

Tale of cursed man

Posted: August 18, 2017 by PaanLuel Wël in Junub Sudan, Poems.

By Riak Marial Riak, Juba, South Sudan

hate speech

“And this was said long time ago

That a man who kills a woman is coward.

This I will never say but look at you

With these sighing eyes

And opened my mouth to lament

And opened my eyes to leave great tear

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Tears and Blood in the Land of Cush

Posted: August 18, 2017 by PaanLuel Wël in Junub Sudan, Poems., Reech Mayen

By Reech Mayen, Kampala, Uganda

Oh Cush!

Land of peace

Bullets tear through the rips mercilessly

Tears and blood gush endlessly

Mothers wail for their dying infants

Maternity deaths reign

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A FUGITIVE OF LOVE

Posted: August 16, 2017 by PaanLuel Wël in Junub Sudan, Poems.

By Adol Akuei, Eldoret, Kenya

love cycle

Love cycle among junubiin

It’s because of you that I have become a person

I knew not,

Following up your damn knots,

I have lost my identity for your sake,

Doing things hastily without a break,

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And I become a broken winged bird in those shabby shoes of yours

That you ominously wear,

And could not tear  (more…)

Oh! The Mighty Gentlemen

Posted: August 13, 2017 by PaanLuel Wël in Junub Sudan, Poems.

By Adol Akuei, Eldoret, Kenya

Adol Akuei

Adol Akuei

August 12, 2017 (SSB) This poem expresses the plights of young people especially the male-man in staying with their closest members of the extended family. It’s one of the thrilling poems that bring to the surface what an average gentleman quietly go through in absence of their biological parents, in pursuit of the life success in the distant land far away from their homeland. Despite all the challenges, the male-man must live and there go the society, 2017 draft.

In the outskirts of the dreaded city full of insecurity and a death hunting human beings,

They were welcomed with open arms in amidst of this disaster that caught almost everybody unaware with arms up and heart throbbing,

She didn’t raise a white flag in such a momentous gaiety to have received and cared for them

They were in lots, all  of them were men, dominating her home in Harlem like soldiers armed to teeth like a Cheetah in a Spanish arena dominating the battlefield,

A squad you can call it, carrying with them bags and their objects of survival

They were all gentlemen though, who have taught themselves manners of living in their hood

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Dr. JOHN GARANG: THE SOWER

Posted: August 2, 2017 by PaanLuel Wël in Awuol Gabriel Arok, Poems.

By Awuol Gabriel Arok, Juba, South Sudan

Mandela and John Garang

Nelson Mandela and John Garang

We salute you father,
We salute your flag of struggling;
Wish you everlasting eternity
Oh! Dr. John; the eye opener
You have opened our eyes to the world,
You have opened them and now
We can make use of them accurately;
You had opened our eyes,
And now we can see ourselves clearly;
Oh! Symbol of oneness

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THE SUN OF MY LIFE IS YOU…

Posted: July 8, 2017 by PaanLuel Wël in Poems.

By Adol Akuei, Eldoret, Kenya

Malual Bol Kiir

Chelsea Clinton, the Vice President for Clinton’s foundation presenting the Voices of Courage Award to Malual Bol Kiir

Even if I walk in the valley of the shadow of death, I shall always remember you

Even if I move away from you going to faraway land beyond seas and oceans, I shall always remember you

Even if I die, God forbid, in that silence grave, I shall always remember you

Even if I live a luxurious life, enjoying myself to my fill, I shall always remember you

Why do I have to remember you throughout my life?

It’s because I love you affectionately!

A gifted soul of my life

So dear!

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ABYSS OF REGRETS

Posted: July 5, 2017 by PaanLuel Wël in Poems.

By Adol Akuei, Eldoret, Kenya

big fish vs small fish

big fish vs small fish

(A single mother address to her daughter who has been a way to a foreign country for a period of seven years in search of a new life, the talk took place in their small hut at the heart of the village called Narus, South Sudan expressed in poetic form)

Look at her,

My daughter

She has totally camouflaged like a chameleon

She respect me no more as her mother who brought her into this poor world below

She has grown horns of a buffalo to even stub me in the stomach

So Painful

So Remorseful

A child of your own to do you that “devil’s mission”

It’s a heavy price that she will pay when I am off this planet called earth

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THE DEVIL’S MEAT

Posted: July 4, 2017 by PaanLuel Wël in Poems.

BY ADOL AKUEI, ELDORET, KENYA

big fish vs small fish

big fish vs small fish

Dear father,

You sometimes think like you have been bewitched

You just quietly decided to do your own things in the dark line like a witch

You went on preaching good news about Christ, about the eschatological days of God

You did not ever addressed the real satanic legal rights in you, you are just a small god

You put on a pure and starling face in the morning, in the church sermon looking so bright

You cared not what your body stained, yeah your hormonal activities in the tranquil night

And here you are claiming to be in the Kingdom of God, there in Heaven

You will not my dear father unless you address that devil’s meat you ate in the past

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TO EASTERN BIRDS

Posted: July 4, 2017 by PaanLuel Wël in Poems.

Riak Marial Riak, Juba, South Sudan

Political cartoon by Ajith Isaiah Majok

Political cartoon by Ajith Isaiah Majok

You bleed upon your crash by the winging eagles,

your curse to the earth fall splendidly like spear

and name never eat the red-eyed eagles from the sky.

i hide from the swiftly buzzards standing with cleading wings above,

the furze made upon the pomping soothsayers of the eastern shores

need to be eyed from the trembling sky with chasing wind and wind.

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MOUTHPIECE FOR PEACE

Posted: July 3, 2017 by PaanLuel Wël in Junub Sudan, Poems.

By G. Naih Peter, Torit, Imatong State

abel-alier-and-governor-philip-aguer-demontarting-peace-and-reconciliation-picture-by-mach-samuel

Abel ALier and Philip Aguer picture by Mach Samuel

I tried harder to sing

So loud for us,

But there are others

Than me whom words

They emit sting

And talk for brothers

Plus other strangers.

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By Emmanuel Ariech Deng
DREAM COMFORT - banner

The appreciation is dedicated to Japan,

And the challenge & hopes to South Sudan.

Initiated by Prime Minister Shinzo Abe,

And purportedly supported by his wife Akie. (more…)

PANGS OF SORROW

Posted: June 17, 2017 by PaanLuel Wël in Junub Sudan, Poems.

BY ADOL AKUEI, ELDORET, KENYA

young girl with a gun

A young lady with a gun on guard during Governor Philip Aguer visit to Anyidi payam, Bor County, Jan 2016

Mike,

You have forgotten me completely

The abandoned soul I have become

I am no longer loved and being coddle like a child, the way you used to do sometimes back

Those beautiful roses’ flowers, full of fragrance odor in me gone

Those beautiful melodious duets gone

That used to charm the robins to beautifully crochet

Replaced by your masculine smacks hatchet

The arms that used to hold me warmly, full of affection are the same that are breaking my ribcage

Those well created hands, so pristine, with your five digits are now slapping me

The glorious face that was always admired by you

I am done

I am gone

I am torn

Why doing this to me Mike, my husband?

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The Most Reverend Opportunities Missed

Posted: May 31, 2017 by PaanLuel Wël in Junub Sudan, Poems.

By Atilieu Diing Akol, Kigali, Rwanda

opinion matters

They were moving too fast

Taking advantage of the disaster

Hurrying to fill their endless pockets

Looting, proud and with no regret

Intimidation to control loyalty

Feeding us lies and half truths

Filing class action suits to blind

Their delight in exposing theft unmatched

Keenly alert to any gazing opportunity

Opportunist or did you seize the opportunity?

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By Awuol Gabriel Arok, Juba, South Sudan
 
Beautiful she is among her sisters,
Deafen by gun’s sounds;
Thinned by poverty;
Ignored by her sister, for her illiteracy,
Traumatized by frequent death of her children;
Forget mother!
And let’s push harder the slippery wall of survival.

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The Dinka and the Cow

Posted: May 27, 2017 by PaanLuel Wël in Poems., Taban Abel Aguek

By Taban Abel Aguek, Yirol, South Sudan

cow

high dowry price in south sudan

My friend got a new name

Just yesterday.

Many years ago,

He was called Jier,

The name his Dinka father gave him.

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Becky: The Missing Key

Posted: May 15, 2017 by PaanLuel Wël in Awuol Gabriel Arok, Poems.

By Awuol Gabriel Arok, Juba, South Sudan

John Garang wih the family of Jambo

John Garang wih the family of Jambo

My living ghost; tell the world my distress,

I am alone in the desert, among deadly scorpions,

Their tails like summer’s barks,

My bag is locked; and I have no key to open it;

Yes, Becky; the missing key.

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Shepherdess in Hunger Series

Posted: May 3, 2017 by PaanLuel Wël in Poems.

By Riak Marial Riak, Juba, South Sudan

hunger in south sudan

President Kiir and Riek Machar, challenges of the TGONU

They are going to look for grass,

Their sheep never graze yesterday.

I am going with them to safe my cow,

You know mother it’s only why we’re living.

That is my going mother, mother to feed my cow.

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Miserable Daughter of Upper Nile

Posted: May 2, 2017 by PaanLuel Wël in Junub Sudan, Poems.

By Wenne Madyt Dengs, Bor, South Sudan

I am a daughter

Born of bullets

In the nightmares of tribalism

Bringing cannibalism

I am an emaciated girl

With my deaf mother

She is numbed by blood

As bullets sprayed on her

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SEASON IN PRISON

Posted: May 2, 2017 by PaanLuel Wël in Junub Sudan, Poems.

By G. Naih Peter, Torit, South Sudan

So pale like death,

I was so obsessed,

Everything was at excess.

Men were adamant

And were all dormant,

’twas not long,  just a moment.

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I beseech father I am hungry

Posted: April 27, 2017 by PaanLuel Wël in Poems., Riak Marial Riak

By Riak Marial Riak, Juba, South Sudan

I stood watching my groaning sheep on lea,

On the “grave of men” where I be calm and me,

Switching my eyes to see hare in a mirth

That day my ankles shook like a mortar.

I beseech my father I am faintly hungry.

There are guards preventing me entering there;

There’s a sign telling me no way through

But father hear a voice quivering at your door,

My voice is troubled and troubled to cry,

O I beseech my father I am fistly hungry.

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