It’s The African In Me…

It’s the Africa in me
that loves the forest in which I wake,

that sees and hears its fauna and flora and revels in their names.

It’s the Africa in me

that you hear in my spirited conversation,

that shakes my shoulders as I sob my sorrows

or laugh my insides, inside-out.

It’s the Africa in me

that keeps me reading poetry deep into the night

and causes me to stroke the sinuous muscles of my striped, domestic cat

and kiss the muzzle of my gently nickering horse.

It’s the Africa in me

that has taught me how to love

and patches up the fragments of my soul after each disaster

and renews my zeal and increases my understanding

in preparation for the next onslaught.

It’s the Africa in me

that has carried me

from my first baby breath

and will support me to my very last.

I am truly a child born of Africa.



I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed

Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,

And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear

A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;

Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,

But only God can make a tree…


Books borrow brains

Worms were weary

Librarians like life

I like intelligence.

Standing in my library,

my daughter looked up at me

and asked,

“Mum, which book is

the most valuable?”

And I turned to her

and replied,

“The one you want to read.”

Can’t thank you enough…

​How could I ever thank you enough?

You stood by me, when times were real rough.

Comfort I felt, I truly did need,

I appreciate your very kind deed.

How could I ever thank you enough,

You listened to me, I talked about stuff.

From your heart, you gave me advice,

Important to me, beyond any price.

How could I ever thank you enough?

You molded me, now I am tough.

Hope to make you very proud,

Just want to thank you sincerely and loud.


We gather together to ask the Lord’s blessing,

for richly He’s blessed us, in years now gone by.

The warmth of our hearth and the love of our family

are more than good fortune; they’re gifts from on high.

Beside us to guide us, His hand reaches o’er us…

protecting, directing…our good He secures.

No matter the storm or the tempest that threatens.

in Him are we anchored, and safety endures.

With love do we praise Him and ever extol Him,

our Rock and our Anchor in days that are past.

We trust Him today, and we’ll trust Him forever,

until at His feet, we are gathered at last.

Thinking Of You…

​I thought of you today, but that’s nothing new

I thought about you yesterday and the day before that too

for every day, good or bad, you’ll always be in my head

I hope you’ve understood everything I’ve said

this isn’t just a joke or a silly lie

I’d never do anything to make you wanna cry

I’m sorry if I do something to make you really mad

it only comes back and makes me really sad

I really do love you and everything you are

I hope this relationship gets really far

I’ll never get you out; I simply don’t know how

in fact I’m thinking of you right about now

you’re everything I need and everything to me

you know exactly who you are and what you want to be

you always make me smile just by being there

I hope you know how much I really do care

every time I think of you my stomach seems to twist

This is why I love you, I’ve made a huge list

the list goes on forever and never will it end

neither will our relationship; you’ll always be my friend

not just a simple friend but a special friend, at that

I want to spend my whole life with you


​Solitary nights can be dangerous. I should keep moving, but it’s too late. Nameless, voracious, this thing that claims me. I’m lost, but the ache pushes me onward.

We frequent these fetid sites too often, obilivious to the reek that we carry away on our boots. Wasting away, I feel it winding down. Purposeless is never far from worthless.

I struggle to shake it off, but my struggles seem ineffectual. A thicker shell just keeps the darkness from the surface a little longer.

                                       By Aeryll Doman