Lasana Bandelé's BLOG
Lanana Bandele performing his Poems at the Blue Monkey
Cafe in San Francisco in his tour of Cafes and Libraries.
LIKE A BABE
Like a babe
In my mother's womb
I streched up
My hands
And felt eternity
Abounding the universeAnd
I gave thanks
To Almighty God
To be alive.Lasana Bandelé
LBP-155-SP 30.05.86
© 1986 Storitela Publishing LTD.
REASONS TO LOVE
Of course
There are reasons
to love
Life is not without
The periods
of blossoming
Like the years
Are not without
The seasons of Polen
Softly kissing Petols
In the dew
The evening song
Would come whistling
Thru' the trees outside
And the strong winds
Would
bend my garden down
And I would sing along
Like nothing was wrong
There are no reason
To tare your heart
Against pegs in the mud
Polen will soon kiss
Your Petols in the dew
Bringing forth
Laughter and happiness
The sunlight
Of each new day
When you find
Reasons to love.Lasana Bandelé
© 1983
62-FP LBP-025-SP 20.11.83.
Storitela Publishing Ltd.
MAD DOGS
Howls of death
Shook stonesMad Dogs
Swarmed down
From the hills
Like LocustsThey came
With the nightOwls will not hoot
Or fly tonight
But hide
In the darkest parts
Of the Gwangu trees
While the desperate mice
Hurry by.Lasana Bandelé
©1980 22.05.80
LBP-037-SP © Storitela Publishing Ltd.
PANIC TRADERS - SOLD
Wrestling
With
Crossing PenniesPanic Traders
Are SoldDollar
For
Dollar.Lasana Bandelé
LBP-007-SP 20.06.85
© 1985 Storitela Publishing LTD.
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THIS LAND IS FREE
By
Lasana Bandelé
This land
Is free
Beautiful
And freeExcept for
The stinking jails
And chained minds
In concrete castlesThis land is free
Open fields
Breath taking
Mountain sides
Cool
Unfailing waterfallsWhen you see
The food
This land yields
You'll see
The land is free
Free, freeNot like
Free food
Or, free for all
But free
As divinity, freeSlaves blood
Has been shed
It has been said
The battle is won
And slaves are freeBut as far as
Eye can see
The land alone is freeCome
Wonder in the artistic orchestration
Of sight lengthening varieties
Of trees
Be dazzled
By legions of flowers
Intoxicating, colourful
And wildBe stolen
By the polyphonic Symphonies
Of BirdsBe smothered
By the punctuating dripping
Of seeds and blossoms
Playing percussive melodies
On dry leaves, rotten woods
And bare ground, classicallyThis land is free
Except for those
Who are slaves
To their freedomWho are always
Too hungry to fight
Too fearful to bite
The vampire's hands
Who suck their children's bloodAnd keep the food
Out of the reach of
Everyone with the will
But not the means to survive
But are always cheap labourers
Building Empires
Never get enough
To appease hunger
Or defuse strife
The land is free
With cooing birds
Cleansing streams
Sheltering hills
Creatures of many kinds
But not free of
oppression and grief
For the man
Chained by the brain
Who can't see
He
Is but a scum
If he keeps
Fighting for crumbs
Instead of
To be free
Lasana Bandelé
©1986 8.11.86
LBP-161-sp (p) 1986 Storitela Publishing Ltd.
