Liberian Literary Magazine
Promoting Liberian Literature, Arts and Culture
Matenneh-Rose L. Dunbar
Varney Gean
Never Grow Old (NGO)
A Whole New Level
We have seen a lot of pleasant years
We are seen as the roots of the trees
We never grow old cuz we always glow
We hold the gold keys to the face of joy
We listen to the many calls of “stay long”
We groom grass to become fine dry thatch
We are proud to be Never Grow Old
We step on wooden nails made to wedge
We drive from the rugged paths to presence
We serve little giants in cupped fingers
We stoop over their beds as they
rejuvenate
We commingle work and shelter for
posterity
We look ahead as a smile curves our muscle
We are successful and are to Never Grow
Old
Started out like a blur out of nowhere
Streaming down so rapid like cascade
A whole new level
Headlong to get the paramount of all
Not halting as everything spiral faster
A whole new level
In this time minds jump start like bolts
Like thunderbolts the sharpness matters
A whole new level
In the long run results will be probable
Something to make frowned faces smile
A whole new level
Her Sacrifice
From the instant she knew beforehand
A child growing her small belly held
The sings all there she knew the truth
Happy was she months later she bore
The moment when joy had no boundary
Her Sacrifice
Her love her nursing for the child she bore
Forsaking many things for the child’s
future
Toil and sweat for the child must be
nurtured
Her aim to make better won’t be ruined
Throughout times she did the best she
could
Her Sacrifice
That youngster will be greater she
acclaimed
For all her efforts smiles her sweet face
carried
She did not falter not even in dire
moments
Her newborn she prayed should be better
She knew how far and whatever it took
Her Sacrifice
Today she laughs when mothers wail
Today she smiles when people ask her
Who is that greater man or woman with
you?
For all her efforts it is time to beam
mother
For without YOU life would have been
futile
Her Sacrifice
Sparkle
Much for it has dawned another rainbow
One catapult with the variances of thrust
A drop of morning mist near my eyelash
Reminds me of the free gift of fresh breath
Little drops of colored stones makes glow
Sparkle regardless of the waiting odds
Moon walks across the packed arena
Feet do have acreage that created hurt
Shoes of cheap to endangered animals
Dress human sizes to capture admirers
To the hum of Peter Cole we familiarize
For the love of good looks we really bluff
Sparkle for your days are already known
Men of means plus those of thatched huts
Free fall on innocent girls with no remorse
It was their world to break use and trash ‘em
While loud applause greeted their heroism
No more shall the weaker be gullible here
Sparkle as the rays of nature revives you
Flaw
She is a Liberian Poet.
She writes for most of the national dailies in
Liberia. She uses the penname
Tsirhc Susej
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