John Agandin Poems

When I die,
Cry not your heart out
Nor weep any tears at my grave
I will not see you, cry for me now.
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With light nervous steps, he trod in
As one aroused from an upshot of gin
And stood abashed, a shadow ill-prepared,
His sealed quivering lips unassured
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There is a house, half in ruins
At the other end of the village
Battered and ravaged by wind and rain
Half the walls lie prostrate
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Some nights, when the moon is happy
Smiling broadly from its heavenly home.
A small crowd gathers in the yard;
Grandma, mother, aunty and the others
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Behold the light fades and rises not
And the cute little stars hide in shame
The moon fears to show her face
And day and night become as one.
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I heard a man had a dream once
It was a bold dream
And they shot him down cold
Dreams are dangerous things!
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The sun is searing hot and pitiless
Hurling down fierce fuming rays.
The earth roasts under his angry gaze
As meat over blazing coals.
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Weeding the fields couldn't be more delightful!
Though backs are breaking in the noonday heat
Palms blistering from gripping rigid hoe sticks
Sweat trickling down the groins of labouring kinsmen
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It was a beauteous night, and dusty
And we were all mum and droopy
Whilst the preacher droned on
And the rest of the world lived on
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Take a walk down the village path
And read the tales on its face.
A thousand tales told and retold
In the marks of those gone before.
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