tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9533316434788254242023-11-15T07:09:36.163-08:00Michel's poemsMichel Concihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06003728593753027151noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953331643478825424.post-36539818569725560632015-02-13T18:31:00.000-08:002016-05-03T15:24:59.009-07:00The Click
There was a click! <br>
The click was what made I and I tick. <br>
In the speech, culture, way of life, connecting community. <br>
There was a click! <br>
The click was what made I and I tick. <br>
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Of all humans, the oldest DNA is of Africans. <br>
The pygmies among them, to their own tune they dance. <br>
Their speech has the click. So still does their culture. <br>
Advancing with life, because on death preys the vulture. <br>
And destruction and death came. Downpression and pain. <br>
After it, less of the original click seemed to remain. <p>
There is a click! <br>
The click is what makes I and I tick. <br>
In the speech, culture, way of life, connecting community. <br>
There is a click! <br>
The click is what makes I and I tick. <p>
African retentions among Africans enslaved in the West. <br>
Babylon taught the people to detest. And instead invest. <br>
In an oppressive Babylon system, with which there was no click. <br>
Alienating from one’s own being, is what they used as trick. <p>
There was a click! <br>
The click was what made I and I tick. <br>
In the speech, culture, way of life, connecting community. <br>
There was a click! <br>
The click was what made I and I tick. <p>
Some go to a similarly alien and oppressive alternative. <br>
Differences of slavery and deracination, but only relative. <br>
Totalitarianism as religion. Downpression through the supernatural. <br>
Trying to destroy the original click within I and I. There as natural. <br>
Semitic languages’ guttural sounds, sound in Amharic like a click. <br>
Amharic is Semitic with a click, as African and Ethiopian as Semitic. <p>
There is a click! <br>
The click is what makes I and I tick. <br>
In the speech, culture, way of life, connecting community. <br>
There is a click! <br>
The click is what makes I and I tick.<p>
Sucking teeth sound is found in Africa and among Africans uprooted. <br>
A sound of dismay, called upon more and more because it suited. <br>
Dismay because of all the loss, humiliation, and downpression in Babylon. <br>
Yet besides sucking teeth, the African click is still there to call upon. <p>
There is a click! <br>
The click is what makes I and I tick. <br>
In the speech, culture, way of life, connecting community. <br>
There is a click! <br>
The click is what makes I and I tick. <br>
<b></b><b></b>Michel Concihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06003728593753027151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953331643478825424.post-82824586466896647132011-12-10T07:26:00.001-08:002014-11-14T17:23:51.433-08:00Bath, St Thomas, JamaicaMy path revealed a bath that healed..Not just any bath, not just any path.<br />
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Full of mosquito bites, from head to toe, muddled in the tropical sun and rain.<br />
Still many sights and things to know, somewhere between fun and pain.<br />
Wicked criminals playing with my mind, I have to be aware.<br />
It’s no truth, it’s false, relief I won’t find. It’s self-interest, not true care.<br />
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My path revealed a bath that healed.. Not just any bath, not just any path.<br />
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I never lost hope, but had to mistrust. Good and bad can be close to each other.<br />
I tried to cope, relaxing seemed a must. Yet someone off guard the wicked will bother.<br />
I’ve done no wrong and my journey is long. Too much confusion in Babylon.<br />
Yet I sang my song, kept faith all along. Even after finding out the con.<br />
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My path revealed a bath that healed..Not just any bath, not just any path.<br />
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The negative will not win at the end. The balance turns to the good.<br />
For as I live, to righteousness I attend. A reward will come, I know it should.<br />
The artificial and the unreal did not bring relief. I wondered then what could be done.<br />
Natural water, hot and cold, I felt for real, not mere belief. And all mosquito bites were gone. <br />
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My path revealed a bath that healed..Not just any bath, not just any path.<br />
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(December 10th, 2011)Michel Concihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06003728593753027151noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953331643478825424.post-66168242684193366032011-12-08T12:33:00.000-08:002011-12-10T07:35:35.197-08:00DeathDeath is absolute, a life has ended....<br />
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Can’t be undone, can’t be mended....<br />
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When a loved one dies, your mind will stray....<br />
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Memories clash painfully with a future taken away....<br />
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With a life seemed to have stopped support and inspiration....<br />
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Life seems to need other life to inspire creation....<br />
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You may even mistakingly regret your love, for increasing only the loss’s pain....<br />
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You overwhelmed yourself with emotions, difficult to contain....<br />
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Yet the body may die, but the spirit of love is everliving....<br />
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And so are the moments shared, of true loving and giving....<br />
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Death is absolute, but it is not real....<br />
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Because now you find the love you really feel ....<br />
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(January 3th, 2009)Michel Concihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06003728593753027151noreply@blogger.com0