Showing posts with label african poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label african poetry. Show all posts

Tuesday, 30 December 2014

Sahara by Wayne Visser (Video)



Poetry by Wayne Visser, Paul Cheneour on Flutes, Lennie Charles on Percussion, Photography by Bob Webzell, Video edited by Andi Beqiri. Music recorded during a live performance on 16 November 2013 in London. The poem, Sahara, is published in "I Am an African: Favourite Africa Poems". Copyright 2014 Wayne Visser

Women of Africa by Wayne Visser (Video)



Poetry by Wayne Visser, Paul Cheneour on Flutes, Lennie Charles on Percussion, Photography by Bob Webzell, Video edited by Andi Beqiri. Music recorded during a live performance on 16 November 2013 in London. The poem, Women of Africa, is published in "I Am an African: Favourite Africa Poems". Copyright 2014 Wayne Visser

African Time by Wayne Visser (Video)



Poetry by Wayne Visser, Paul Cheneour on Flutes, Lennie Charles on Percussion, Photography by Bob Webzell, Video edited by Andi Beqiri. Music recorded during a live performance on 16 November 2013 in London. The poem, African Time, is published in "I Am an African: Favourite Africa Poems". Copyright 2014 Wayne Visser

Monday, 25 August 2014

Psalms

From the heart of God into my spirit,
Words delivered by the Holy Spirit, psalms conceived,
I hear His voice as He speaks softly in my ears.
From the heart of God into my heart,
Words delivered by the Holy Spirit, psalms created,
I hear His voice, He speaks softly in my ears.
Now from my spirit, from my heart to a piece of paper,
Words written with passion, psalms born,
To release all that is within me, I share the heart of God,
Psalms conceived, psalms created… in my spirit
Psalms born, Divine Poetry… in my heart

Writing them down, with you I share

Sunday, 23 June 2013

I Am Art

Picasso of my own life
I have mastered the art of painting a smile on my face
Convincing my brain that my heart is fine...
While its not, even though its just a phase
Sometimes it feels like it will never pass
And I'm living a lie
But wait? Who can say its a lie if its happening outward?
Who can see the broken paint brushes I use
While they are caught in awe by the beauty of the canvas?
I've become an artist of my own life
With broken brushes and dark colours
I still manage to paint a bright picture
Even though its hard for me atleast it brings joy to the one who's looking at it
My masterpiece, a smile from a frown
A laugh from a cry!
-Hlogi

Sunday, 24 February 2013

AFRICA PROUD by Wayne Visser


As always, my visit back to the continent has inspired me to write.

AFRICA PROUD
By Wayne Visser

I stand upright and tall -
No more bowed back
No more bent knees
I look straight ahead -
No more downcast eyes
No more cowering glances
For I am Africa Proud

See me:
My name is Africa
And I am rising to greet you
I am leading the way
And I am Proud

Extend me your hand -
In friendship, not pity
In peace, not trickery
Send me your prayers - In communion, not guilt
In hope, not resignation
For I am Africa Proud

Hear me: My name is Africa
And I am calling to welcome you
I am waiting to embrace you
And I am Proud

I dance wild and free -
No more slave chains
No more puppet strings
I sing loud and strong -
No more lamentation
No more discord
For I am Africa Proud

Feel me:
My name is Africa
And I am drumming to wake you
I am singing to inspire you
And I am Proud

Bring me your gifts -
Of fair trade, not charity
Of respect, not advice
Show me your spirit -
Of community, not greed
Of faith, not fear
For I am Africa Proud

Join me:
My name is Africa
And I am seeding the future
I am shining with beauty
And I am Proud

(2013)