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In New Guinea’s Wild, Where Jungles Breath

By Kenneth Miamba In New Guinea’s wild, where jungles breathe, A tale of courage, weaved beneath the trees. Papuan sons, with hearts so bold, Stood as brothers, in tales untold. Through dense green canopy, they tread, Their spirits forged, their fears misled. With every step, they held the line, Bound by valour, their destinies entwined.Continue reading “In New Guinea’s Wild, Where Jungles Breath”

Eghe! Koloka Moho napa ma! Eghe!

AG SATORI| Noveba 2023, Keith Jackson & Co.: PNG Attitude AG Satori’s poem in Goroka Tok Pisin dialect has been kindly translated into English by the great man for the enjoyment of all our readers – KJ. Stephanie Alois, Apoya, naispla meri Koloka ya, AG Satori tok sorre olsem em i no nap rait olsemContinue reading “Eghe! Koloka Moho napa ma! Eghe!”

The love that love made for me

02 November 2023, Keith Jackson and friends: PNG Attitude STEPHANIE ALOIS Catch a glimpse of you in the rear view mirror Your hazel eyes sparkling with happiness Sets my heart on fire each time Everything is becoming clearer My longing for you grows stronger You are the love that love made for me Hear youContinue reading “The love that love made for me”

How to become a poet

Michael Dom One frequent question raised to Ples Singsing by aspiring PNG writers is this; “I have always been interested in writing. How do I become a writer?” The answer is the same every day. If you want to write, then you have to read, and good writing is 90% reading. Or you can goContinue reading “How to become a poet”

Sonnet 101.2: Never become a poet

MICHAEL DOM Son, of all the things you could possibly Become, do not, I say, do not ever Become a poet, son. Let me list three Reasons why, and hopefully when I am Gone, you’ll understand my views. Here’s number One. They smell of dog poop steaming in the Sun. The pong hits your nose,Continue reading “Sonnet 101.2: Never become a poet”

Vale, hero, sail the midnight sun

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”

The story of Chief John, poet & radical

MULAI ROBBY | The National Weekender, 21 May 2023 [PNG Attitude] PORT MORESBY – Her voice rose high and echoed in the big hall of the Reverend Sione Kami Memorial Church, drowning the noise of the heavy rain thudding on the roof. The woman dedicated her song to the man she addressed as the fatherContinue reading “The story of Chief John, poet & radical”

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 Name is Marcel Ezra Mapai: This is my story

Marcel Mapai My middle name is “Efi” but I decided to use “Ezra” as I wanted a Biblical Name so someone gave that name to me. I come from Central Province, Inauaia Village in Mekeo Tribe. I completed my Degree studies at Divine Word University and obtained Degree in Business Management. I also attended theContinue reading “My Name is Marcel Ezra Mapai: This is my story”