1981_12 The Daily Collegian December 1981

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POET'S PAGE
Low startedwith that Bret hello
Lave Btarfrd th» first time you said
'fern I would Jove logo.'
Lavestarted the Brst time tmbmUeach other.
Lave started to* Brst time we held each other.
Love started when we gamedlovthgfy into machothmr's my*
aodmaid 'yeallovmyou too. '
Love started whan me Brat began to Meet
•swore in kmowing tint we beJoagto each other.
Love startmd bmfiorm we exchanged ran ofJovm and maid
Love mtm ted when our Jove, mo beautiful and 'strong
rormedIt amJiinto aamecoe, oar own.
Yarn, love started when you came into my Ufa
Yea, Love Started!
WaynmByrd
MY DEAR COLOR
Yourpremencm though illrmgardmd
Like something unnatural,
With God you arm guided.
Your potentiality is perceived in general.
Your brotherm and sisters gone by
Whomeprmcioua work scarcelytold.
Still bold,
1adore who you arm made by.
Who prmtmnd to bm another In tbmlractione
Your destiny in another 's hand
He counts your step* on the ladder.
I wiah you warm an adder.
To strike back and stand
When injustice to you gathmrm.
A DREAM COME TRUE
I dream of you and me,
my mind drifts into
soft lines of poetry
faint in the mist of dream I see
your beauty coming slowly towards me
fsensTyour spirit and feel the truth of your love
oh, the shock! you turned loose the lock
inmyheart .. .
I step back, wait I need a minute to think
can there be a real linkt
butthisisadreamlthisisa
good fantasy for me ,
but your energy is so strong and
it's not wrong
you kissed me and awakened me
toseeyou....
in my fantasy
in my dream the love I felt
came from you
you gave and I gave and
we made the love true
ByJefferyD. Thomas
WHOSE FUTURE
stMM
Together we all
RmaBy, unrightm
Only time will tell
When things will go well.
"■*    Hwochukwu C. Anyamji
to the church bell
■eaaoaformyyeU.
work hard to please you 'cause you
won't let me free anyway
will you ever be free from
having to rule
from being cruel and always
proving you're so
- powerful won't
love work just as well tell me
tell me
what the hell is yet to be
share with me the truth behind
your history and
let me paint my own future without you
smearing my paint
is it love you claim you 're striving for
is it greed fame and fortune you set your bait
let my future rest on chance let my life loose of
your constraints 'cause I'm tired of
your fantasy with guns missiles and nudear warheads quit
playing with peoples lives
what a strange romance what
a different beat in your song while you
dance with death a slow slow song until
death dips you down
JEFF THOMAS
OPEN UP YOUR EYES
You say your world is filled with gloom
Gone is your laughter with your golden spoon
You feel your answers art not coming soon
Open up your eyes
Or things will pass you by
The things you 've been stspptn' on
Open up your eyes
Before things pass you by
Things that you 've been asking for
You say your life is such a mesa
Bound up with tension from all your stress
Gone is your joy and happiness
Open up your eyes
Or things will pass you by
The things you 've been standm' on
Open up your eyes
So things won't pass you by
Things that you 've been listening for
There is so much beauty that exists within your daHyVfe
Open up your eyes
So things don 't pass you by
Things that you 've been waiting for
Hey things don't look so drab
After you stopped and looked at all the things you had
You realized things were not that bad
You 've opened up your eyes
Now things don't pass you by
the things you were sittin' on
Yes you 've opened upyour eyes
Those things don't pass you by
Things that you were living for
Open up your eyes
Before things pass you by
The things you 've been trippin ' on
Open up you eyes
So those tilings don 't pass you by
Things that you 've been ttrMn' toward
FAREWALL, FULAHl CATTLE.
From the mountain apex
Where the birds buzzed andseamed my brain
To the foothills,
I saw unintimate distance
Empty as the vacuum between here and home,
Or that between the North and South.
From North the nomads herded their cattle
To the Southern Death Houses
M the raopnets guided'their followers
TothePrornJsedLand.
Whippingthcottle:,
They marched along in heavy thuds;
TairtingvesjeUtkinandriverswiththdrwaste.
Dissipated by the hot sun.
Tired by the long walk,
They sipped the stream of empty sleep
Feedingon uneasydrudgery.
They were scorcher/ like haystacks.
Their hunchbacks sagged down
Like sacks of salt.
Tryrmnsome infested the unlucky ones
Whodrxx^x^aAatthernJddJeoftheitMmey;
Unfortunate remainders reachedthe South.
A fewsrwpenedhands decided their destiny.
Again and again victims of a scathing ceremony;
The butrfvrs income was guaranteed '
The butcher with the bloodiest hands made the most money.
Children playing on the sand
Sane to the nomads:
'TakeourcJdcoinsandgsveusnewneedks:
The late afternoon of the sixties
Saw a human carnage in the %
Slaughter Houses of the Norm.
The vokx of the wind, of peace
Hadbeen silencedbythedatterofcMlwermachlneguns.
By nightfall, all hurricane lamps were blown out,
Exosptftrthekxxtffamesfromthcshdlings.
And families deserted their homes
To sleep in the farm huts.
ThesokSersvtolatBdthevirgins,
Took the women and domestic animals.
Then, my brothers came back wrapped like parcels
In white sheets, not stirring
In their transformation.
TothemlwasablankwaJI. ^
Sr^Sco^rnth,^^^^
Uke stale broth.
Their tomato juke, red faces were
As ugly as stale miswrappedpudding.
We bathed the sores on their bodies,
Sprinkling cold water to expiate thdr souh, our souk.
Orphans and pregnant widows gathered to weep,
The men shrugged and swallowed their tears in grimaces
Shallwe sendback these stuffed geese
As a price for the cattle?
FOR YOU AT CHRISTMAS
torKLR.
You Climb on a ladder
To nail mats, fans.
And baskets to the walls.
YouernbeJIish the tree wHh ornaments;
You weave an an on trie branches
With gems and tony bulbs.
The tree is adorned like a bride
I lean towarostrKOoor to admire your skill:
The apex of uhe tree troms two strong brandies
- Thatredivide into five distinct ones-
■ Ox* this hint your choice to me?
Becareful because the pine neexMes stab.
BY
Eehunh^JohnNwoko
THEBOTTOMUNE
I've only known you for a short time
Butinfatimel'vegrowntokJveyou
Each day that we are together
1 feel that we should stay together for all eternity.
They say that 'Roses are red'
and they say that, YuletsanBhje'
but there is one thing I know
andthatis,ltrulyloveyou! 1CAME
When IdkJn'tknowthear
Icametoyou.
To bury the dead is a farewell to them. •.
Ktoyou.
Then I calledyou, 'Friend'
Things that you 've been w
L. C. POWELL JR.
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