Gilbert Alasa Poems

My heart goes out to the Haitians
Having lost touch with the stillness of your land
Yet have you been made to travel still
Clinging your teeth to the back of trees
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I saw the sky yesterday, painted rage
With dark lining on its ample page
Quickly, endless strokes caught in a marathon race
To calm the earth’s hotness
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When I chose to pitch this tent
Beyond these forbidden limits, I sense
A sweaty embrace of a lonely realm
This bewitching little, little cares now I crave
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Everyone thronged his hole
Wondering where the ugly chap
Hid his bald head
From behind emerged
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The weary day slowly ticks away
But the journey seems lengthy by the day
Even at the dead of the night, the watch
Trade in earnest launch
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Sometimes I cry, somedays I groan
Yet, no one seems to behold
This ever-flowing tears
In this dark world I fare
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The ample stage a heed flung
And beseech those who crave to snoop
Its counsel
The familiar lots disdain, blaring
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Somewhere among naked clouds
Have we, but waning songs to sing
How could we stand these lingering frowns?
Such that scorn our faces still
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Can’t you feel?
How you gnaw my tongue so hard, yet pledge
To heal this wound thereof
You scratched the silver panel off my skin
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My heart ran past the eagle’s wing
Like a drunken driver on his death mill
Alas! A gleaming, glinting golden pheasant
Journeying these streets of thorny barb
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