Bokis blo diriman

Dispela bokis blo diriman
I round olsem kokonas
Stail steret wantem ol tail
We save danis hamamas
Taim wind i bolow wail

Wailo! yellow, ret na pink
Ol danis igo ikam yet
Eye mambol i laik sink
Tsol lon nau ba ol wet
Igat taim blo danis i stap

Dispela kokonas yeh!
Box blo diriman
Bilas blo em stail moa
Em yet em stail wan
Tsol ol painim lon stoa
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Jeff Febi

Composed this while in the bus to Lufa.

He out did them all

In the confusion
On the mount of our fathers,
All, they tried to be the baddest

When the night's eye watched
When the day's star gazed
Even when night's chorus was silent

Out they parade those things,
Things that make them bad
And onward they mightily marched

Amongst them, stood one,
With a high head, he was stronger
And he out did them all

His name, heard they in the south.
In the north, he flew with a blaze
But into heaven, he couldn't make it

And so the story was told
To them that will hear
And be wary of the one

He out did them all
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With rather strong political connotations

Who is in our house?

Of late, PNG's government has abused our parliament to satisfy their crave for power. I hope this poem reminds us of the imminent danger we face in continuing to allow this government rule.
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Who is in the house,
Built by our fathers;
Did I see many a mouse;
Where are our mothers?
Their songs I hear not!

Where are they sheltering,
From stormy knights;
Aren't the wrinkles of love,
Already in sight;
O' don't they need a dove?

Who is in the house,
On the mount of our fathers;
Who, our mothers did arouse,
From their slumbers;
Did the children hear them wake?

And the children;
Where are they playing;
Did I hear them say;
We are still sleeping,
 Into the youth of of day?
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Jeffrey Mane Febi.

Take away! This plateful! Cupful!

O fearless and ageless Prince

Conqueror of times; destroyer of many a kingdom

Absence of light is your majestic abode

Giver you are, to many a man such freedom!

And balance! To a crazy world is bestowed

Count the times upon you, I’ve called

For favours that emerged from my heart

Bare! I’d say, is your memory of my voice

And have I always in fear from you, part;

And tremble in reminiscence, then rejoice?

Do not with joy and a smirk, overlook;

O Prince of Sleep; my burdened heart!

Of your good nature, must I beg, although,

From this turmoil, certainly you’ll depart

This plateful! Cupful! This must go!

Seek! Wherever my heart rests, there

This plateful! Cupful! A rose without petals!

By my side, with a loud tongue; it’ll ever lay

Do not, of you I beg, hereby with it settle

Grab it! With a grip cold and be on your way

This plateful! Cupful! A rose without petals!

It I offer! Prince of Silence, you must know

Away from me! … In you arms must it crush

Crush it! Its odour, hide in your shadow

Then its remnants, into a wind must they rush

Or, This plateful! Cupful! A rose without petals!

Rusty sailless boat, on it, must it voyage south

Its journey; this journey! when and how it’ll end,

With a crimson eye, don’t inform, o shaky mouth;

Tired ears! Wailing! If they hear, will pretend

By: Jeffrey Febi          8th Tues Nov 2011