Sail the midnight sun, a long poem by John Kasaipwalova First verse: “I am the midnight sun My soul conceived to body The love embrace of that night When my Bwalai turned monster of the depths Trembling for blood revenge on mankind But instead summoned with burning desires My naked Libra in her virgin loveContinue reading “Vale, hero, sail the midnight sun”
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Ples Singsing mourns the loss of Chief John Kasaipwalova, poet & radical
May he always find his way home sailing the midnight sun. Reluctant Flame, v14 “People will live, people will die But the tiny flame will grow its arms and legs very slowly Until one day its volcanic pulse will tear the gree mountain apart To allow pentup blood flow and congested vomit spit freely TinyContinue reading “Ples Singsing mourns the loss of Chief John Kasaipwalova, poet & radical”
Goodbye my Jena
A short-story by Job Zigu I was thirty-two when my wife died and little Jena was only four. My bookshop was in-front of the yard and I thought of keeping the house and bookshop instead of selling the yard with them. The bookshop would be able to sustain our livelihoods and pay the bills. AllContinue reading “Goodbye my Jena”
My Sand?
Celebrate World Poetry Day with this poem by Lorna Saguba My sand, Our footprints, Once trodden, Water covers, Waves breaking, Childhood fading, Tears dripping, My hopes hanging. My sand, Our heart prints, Once beating, Water covers, Sea crashing, Childhood fading, Tears dripping, My hopes hanging. My sand, Our stories, Once making, Water covers, Now cracking,Continue reading “My Sand?”
Kumani-The Poem
By Fiada Kede So he, Kumani in a gentle, but deep voice uttered a breath as he holds my hand “Darling? write, of me a poem ” I paused for a sec- breath a sigh looked him in the eyes -the eyes that brim with love like a consuming fire of which I was justContinue reading “Kumani-The Poem”
Kurai Memorial Awards Judging is in progress
Next week we will meet our three judges for Ples Singsing’s inaugural awards for short-biography writing. The judges are professional writers and avid fiction readers, who are recognised as Wantok Blong Ples Singsing (Associate Members). The judges will bring to bear their own wealth of knowledge and experience in writing, editing and publishing of fictionContinue reading “Kurai Memorial Awards Judging is in progress”
The Old Justice is Dead
A poem by Raymond Sigimet The old justice is dead, and lost to time Where once in the hausman it chanted at night Amidst broken betel nut and waft of lime Spoken in a chanted glow of embers’ light Burnt and buried, the old justice of the past Where balance and order were societal normContinue reading “The Old Justice is Dead”
Under That Cement Slab
A poem by Joseph Tambure Under this decorated slab A person with unused treasures lies Treasures so huge for an entire country Because our years are numbered And life can be very short Under the slab are untold treasures Under this slab lies a wealthy man Silent, closed eyes, a mind no more A deadContinue reading “Under That Cement Slab”
Two recent poems by Jimmy Awagl
The Cracking Dawn A fading darkness embracing the earth Segregating the earth before sunrise As the eyes of the bleeding flame Glow in the hanging fog Scattered moisture departing tree tops A lone placid sea turns blood With the ink of the heavenly flame As the infant dawn casts its shadow Commanding the wind toContinue reading “Two recent poems by Jimmy Awagl”
My Son
Stephanie Alois Keith Jackson & Friends: PNG Attitude, 30 June 2022 I’ll give you the world my little one / I’ll raise you properly-even with father gone / So rock-a-bye baby / Don’t you ever cry / Grow child grow, grow up and be a better man STEPHANIE ALOIS Your father disowned you and IContinue reading “My Son”
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