There was a child once - Boris Petrovsky

There was a child once.

He came to play in my garden;

He was quite pale and silent.

The Longing - Nimah Ismail Nawwab

Freedom.

How her spirit

Haunts,

Hooks,

Entices us all

One thing - Namdev

One thing I of my Lord entreat,

That I may ever serve his feet.

Who will slay the wolf - Ali Podrimja

And the gentleman said

Should you happen to come upon

An Albanian and a wolf

Slay the Albanian

Grass will grow - Jonathan Kariara

If you should take my child Lord

Give my hands strength to dig his grave

cover him with earth

Lord send a little rain

For grass will grow

May I Speak to the Queen... - Nana Arhin Tsiwah

I am from that land of burrowed mythologies

a statement of wrapped raped soil

feet as dirty as a camel’s ankle

shirt torn by the lenses of the butcher

The evils of the Balwo - Sayyid Muhammad 'Abdille Hassan

Oh my God, my God, have mercy 

on us and save us from the balwo.

The monarchs of old reigned and built their palaces,

But they fell short of achievement; 

they did not sojourn long in them 

and their desires were not fulfilled.

Advice in Three Sets of Three - Butön Rinchen Drup

To shun even minor misdeeds as if they were poisonous,

To strive to cultivate virtue even when it is challenging,

To overcome thoughts rooted in self-clinging—

One who adopts these three is learned indeed.

Ode to Dubh-Ghiolla, the Shield of Aodh - Dallán Forgaill

Bright as the speckled salmon of the wave! 

Dubh-Ghiolla! panic of the banded brave; 

To the Directors of Amsterdam in Their New Stadthouse - Constantijn Huygens

Illustrious men! who bade the world’s eighth wonder rise,

Lifting its crown of stone sublimely to the skies;

Whose splendid walls are reared by skill’s unerring hand,

To use, the end, the source of all that ’s rich and grand;

Simplicity - Jorge Luis Borges

The garden gate swings open,

gently, like a page in a book

that I have often questioned,

A Bird Ballad - Henrik Johan Ibsen

One lovely day in springtime

We paced the avenue; 

As some dark riddle draws one

The place forbidden drew.

Song about the Pain of Love and Sea - Pai Gomez Charinho

Those who spend their lives at sea

think there is no pain in the world

as great as their pain, and no fate worse

than a seaman’s fate, but consider me:

God of freedom, God of justice - Shirley Erena Murray

God of freedom, God of justice,

you whose love is strong as death,

you who saw the dark of prison,

you who knew the price of faith —

       touch our world of sad oppression

       with your Spirit's healing breath.

The Single Minded Nature - Katerina Anghelaki-Rooke

Nature, with romantic monoty

plans the spring of our life

copying its own adolescent dreams.

The Frenchwomen of Fulham - Julie Irigaray

Each morning, the French women of Fulham

do cardio in the park next to the French school

where their French children are pupils.

Peace be still - Delphina Robert

Keyword: Ignite

There are times when I could start a riot when I actually want peace

Peace be still

All acts of love must surrender - Kezang Dechen Choden

All acts of love must surrender;

Anything else is a grandiose display of the ego.

Admonition Of A Loving Father to his Daughter - Lord Cam

Be very careful following the thinkings or trends of the world.

For sometimes the world is wrong.

I have come through torments - Annasoltan Kekilova

I have come through torments within these walls,

A Prayer Before Sleep - Cece Oh!

Like the beautiful sunlight, let all my fears scoot away;

As I sleep on my lovely bed, make my worries vanish into thin air.

Make the faintest of my doubts be forever erased;

With Your abundant, endless love, have my terrors effaced.

 

Tuvalu, Tuvalu - Iftikhar Ayaz

Tuvalu, Tuvalu –

Our home and friend

Our birth place – And end

We love you

The Blue Hills Blues - Telcine Turner-Rolle

When I woke up this morning got me them Blue Hills blues.

When I woke up this morning got me them Blue Hills blues.

In less than a generation we messed up God’s venues

Dark and fearful - Bandi

Dark and fearful, the night was long,

But the new day has come, this bright new world,

The bells of freedom, clamorous, ringing,

The birds in the sky do their fluttering dance.

Mansae, mansae, manmansae! Hail freedom!

Women of Africa - Ahmed Sékou Touré

Women of Africa,

Women of the Revolution!

You will rise up to apex

You will journey endlessly

At a walking pace of the social Revolution,