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LONGING BEYOND THE CRAVINGS

By: Fadul Mbondeh

Into the inner heart of darkness
In the chambers and theatre of sin
We slumber in its soft pleasing hand
Like fish lured by bait upon a hook in murky pond
We got caught in its cryptic hidden webs

We fought for light beneath the walls of darkness
Staggering in mind with no stand for solution
And only in hallucination we could sense redemption
The heart that yearns for light still beats
Wanting to quit yet longing for more taste and bites

In attempt to reach the light afar that shone
Where lost souls are reconfigured for salvation
Our minds lingered between desires and transition
Craving for redemption yet hanging between two worlds
But when would the caged behold light of lights?

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POETRY IN EXILE

By: Fadul Mbondeh

From afar we hear poetry calls for redemption and revival
That in the hands of dying pens it struggles for survival
And Into the lost streets of foreign sets of pens
Them who know not of its primitive toungues
Nor the speakings of its ancient sacred languages

Terrorise it and replaces it with a song
Like a helpless orphan who searches for answers in winds
Poetry wails seeking for good Samaritans
To arise and buckle up their belts and combat along

It laments of its defilemen and left wandering
In dying lonely stanzas with no imagery
Forced to stand in naked stanzas
where symbolism is exempted and abandon’
What a thuggery and defamation of poetry!

A cliron call has been made to liberate its lines
An advocate to redeem poetry has begun
A call meant to assemble all for literary discussions
Where all who are of its school are summon’

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POETRY IN EXILE By: Fadul Mbondeh (De A.P) From afar we hear poetry calls for redemption and  revivalThat in the hands of dying pens it struggles for survivalAnd Into the lost streets of foreign sets of pensT…

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LIVING ABOVE PIERCING MURMURINGS By: Fadul Mbondeh (De A.P) From loose lips we heard of usThey sat in noisy places defiling our namesWith rough piercing adjectives that could crumble a bride’s heartThey labelled us and raine…

This poem brings the gone memories of Gibril Ceesay's death, who was stabbed at Sanyang....

THE SORROW OF A MOTHER This poem brings the gone memories of Gibril Ceesay’s death, who was stabbed at Sanyang.

A dirge for Alagie Kujabie, who died in Tunisia in attempt to go to Europe through the "backway."...

FOR GOLD BEYOND THE HORIZON A dirge for Alagie Kujabie, who died in Tunisia in attempt to go to Europe through the “backway.”

The poem shows where a father in his favourite place takes time to advise his son. He tells him of his past life and advises him how to live....

GATHER MY WORDS The poem shows where a father in his favourite place takes time to advise his son. He tells him of his past life and advises him how to live.

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THE RECLAMATION OF LIFE AT GOLGOTHA PC: Edrisa Mendy Fadul Mbondeh (De A.P)     If it were not in you oh Golgotha, perhaps in JerusalemOr Galilee, Samaria or even in the heart of Capernaum for SalemWhen the world stagg…

PC: Sarjo Baldeh (Baldezz) Ebrima Boye (Mentor Boye) March came marching Speaking in new tongues In riddles and metaphorical sighing Singing songs produced by the melody of thongs With a riddim danced by strewn ashes Between activists and revered scholars Truth got hidden like unbothered clothes Some thoughts circumcised While others mutilated Unveiling the ge****ls of our collective glances Borrowed and bought minds open their throats to sing…...

MARCH AND ITS VUVUZELAS PC: Sarjo Baldeh (Baldezz) Ebrima Boye (Mentor Boye)March came marching Speaking in new tongues In riddles and metaphorical sighing Singing songs produced by the melody of thongs With a riddim danc…

Fadul Mbondeh (De A.P) We are the last of the kinds who heard the fables From the grannies in the dark hours of the nightsThe last standing generation who could see the wolves in words crying The hare walking and fowls talking. As we gave ears to grannies to take us to the days of oldThe riddles and parables of the ancestors unravelled to us even in cold…...

THE LAST WAVES OF THE OLD Fadul Mbondeh (De A.P)We are the last of the kinds who heard the fables From the grannies in the dark hours of the nightsThe last standing generation who could see the wolves in words crying The ha…

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TO THE INCOMING PRESIDENT Credit:Independent Electoral Commission By: Fadul Mbondeh It would not express formality if we fail to commence with thank you for stepping forward with visions and missions to lead this country fr…