Isaac Maliya

Rookie - 48 Points (4th December / The People's Country! Where People Laugh From Their Hearts!)

Isaac Maliya Poems

1. In My Shell 1/30/2009
2. Difference 2/21/2009
3. He Still Thinks About You 2/21/2009
4. Tears Always Trickle Down 2/21/2009
5. Those Eyes 2/21/2009
6. Tears Of Humanity 3/1/2009
7. Emptiness 3/13/2009
8. Images 3/13/2009
9. Doloroso 3/13/2009
10. Azeret 3/13/2009
11. Ripples Of Blood 2/26/2009
12. What Wrong Have I Done? 3/1/2009
13. The Cry Of A Nationalist 3/22/2009
14. An Eye's Speck? 3/22/2009
15. Prisoners 3/22/2009
16. The Curtain 3/22/2009
17. On The Day Of Your Arrival 3/22/2009
18. Rio Zambezi 3/22/2009
19. Olof Palme Avenue 3/22/2009
20. Reminiscence 3/22/2009
21. I Am Thinking 3/22/2009
22. Of New Year 1992 3/22/2009
23. The Beast 3/22/2009
24. The Lone Eye 3/22/2009
25. An Elergy For My Mother 3/22/2009
26. Who Told The Development Worker 3/22/2009
27. The Sound 3/22/2009
28. Children 3/22/2009
29. That Fruit Tree 3/22/2009
30. The Sun? 3/22/2009
31. Mount Mulanje! 3/22/2009
32. Mother 3/22/2009
33. That House 3/22/2009
34. Nobody's Property 4/8/2009
35. The Colour Is Of The Shell 4/8/2009
36. I Never Wanted You 4/13/2009
37. Absence Makes The Heart Grow Fonder 3/22/2009
38. That City 3/22/2009
39. I Wish 5/11/2009
40. This Poem Is A Mess 5/11/2009
Best Poem of Isaac Maliya

A Poem Is A Cluster Bomb

A poem assemble ideas,
Concentrates experience
Await its time, place
For its own release
A Poem is a cluster bomb

A Poem explodes
Particle by particle
Projectile by projectile
Piece by piece,
Varying impact on the way
A poem is a cluster bomb

Out of a poem come wails
Out of a poem come hails
Out of a poem comes repair
Out of a poem comes despair
A Poem is a cluster bomb

It spreads in ripples
It travels like a storm
It is fashioned in riddles
It can pour painful scorn
A poem is a cluster bomb!

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In My Shell

In my shell
I feel safe, No danger! No noise!
For I am in my shell
Why should I go out?

I do not see enemies
They do not either, only assumptions
Of my dish qualities, my edibility
I will not go out!

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