"It's A Steep Slope...But, We Can Make It If We Go Together...."
The sun a golden glow
The wind began to blow
Rain a blessing for all
Summer changed into fall
Seeing the moon was blue
The change would come we knew
Trees will gently mellow
Their leaves turning yellow
Enemies will unite
No longer will they fight
Tom will marry Sally
Peace comes to the valley
I no longer praise it, no I don’t,
I no longer call it, the Nation’s pride,
Nor do I raise it anymore, it lost value.
No, it doesn’t hold its meaning anymore.
Unity became just a word, in political rhetoric,
The thread of ubuntu isn’t strong enough to-
Hold together the colors, my flag needs sewing,
Gold, green, blue, black and white no longer wave.
The rainbow isn’t a rainbow in the absence of one color,
Bishop, for now I fold and put away your dream,
No, I will not burn it, for I still believe in the dream,
The rainbow nation is a phoenix t’will rise again and wave the colors.
Perhaps one day, the flag will mend,
And the thread of unity will unite the flag
The colors will wave, vibrant and bright,
Just like Bishop D. Tutu envisioned it.
Until then, I will hold on to the hope,
That ubuntu spirit will kick the coffin open,
The rainbow’s promise will be fulfilled,
Then that will be when I wave the flag again.
In a bottle's transparent depths,
ants struggled, waves of chaos
each fighting for life,
yet forming a living pyramid,
a reverberation of unity's might.
Some submerged, others held fast,
a coordinated dance of aid
no panic, no selfish haste,
each ant surrendered to the greater fate.
A spoon's gentle rescue came,
ants emerged, one by one,
until one faltered, slipped back
into the water's grasp.
The last ant turned, dove deep,
clinging tight to the drowning form,
a bond of brotherhood,
a sacrifice that shook my core.
Shame on humans, lost in pride,
building walls, not bridges wide,
ants teach us unity's strength,
a lesson in selfless length.
True power lies in collective might,
let ants' wisdom guide our plight,
unity's lesson, forever told
in their small, mighty hearts of gold.
SWEET SCENTED UNITY
Scenting their sweet love,
In their black and white ones,
Two skunks seeking birth:-
There’s a new sound in the air
Can you hear it?
It’s a song we all can share
Will you sing it?
It’s a lyric full of hope
Words of peace to help us cope
There’s a new sound in the air
Can you hear it?
There’s a new vibe all around
Can you feel it?
If you’re lost you can be found
Will you trust it?
It’s a safe line of defense
from harsh words that cause offense
There’s a new vibe in the air
Can you feel it?
I’m a dreamer can’t you see?
We are poets you and me
Can we sing in unity?
Let the music set us free
There’s a new sun in the sky
Can you see it?
Free your mind and don’t ask why
Just accept it
Let the rainbow guide us home
Life is dull in monochrome
There’s a new sun in the sky
Can’t you see it?
I’m a dreamer can’t you see?
We are poets you and me
Can we sing in unity?
Let the music set us free
We’re all dreamers you and me (yeah)
And we share one family tree (yeah)
Let’s agree to disagree (yeah)
Sing in perfect harmony (yeah)
I lay in the dust turned to mud by the blood of innocents,
my name i heard whispered on the sighing breeze of night
flahes of somrthing bright illuminated a ruined city.
broken buildings like jagged teeth seemed to laugh,
screams like banshees filled the sky dropping death
down upon the heads of those already dead.
What hate must be brewing in peoples hearts,
that no one lifts a finger to help.
They say that God gives them the right,
however no one knows what God they serve.
Little children some still babes lay beside me,
blank eyes looking up,as if pleading for help.
My tears are spent and as dry as the sand beneath me,
My time has come to travel a new path now,
Following the trail of those gone before,
A trail of tears no,as no tears are left to shed.
Meeting fellow travellers of all nations,
murdered ,is all they say.
Andrew Provan McIntyre. 01/07/2025.
Rhythm of soft sand,
Rules shaped in grace, not in stone—
Trust in sacred rounds,
Voices calm the storm ahead,
Spirit grows in gentle care.
Let Us Make A Difference
6/18/2025
Let us please, Lord, beome the Best that we xan.
In order to become great leaders in the Family of Man
Oh, yes, we do know how mankind is so entirelly lost!
Playing a very dangerous game with hearts full of frost.
Pretending, like maniacs, we don’t have any drop of shame, we dare,
To be caught, willing, to devalue human life and its cares.
Hiding like mutant poets that have no value and meaning!.
A fantasy world, which ends wiith humanity screamining!
We live a in a trans-Woke world, where God looks pale and dead.
Why? Because it is REALITY we so mightily, fearfully dread!
Bless all fellow poets with wisdom, humility and human care
Unafraid to speak truth, souls of fearless, loving,stature!
Soudah and Dutchman
Soudah, a Malaysian slave lived in Cape Town’s slave lodge, her knee bone damaged after decades of scrubbing floors. She escaped northwards, hearing of a bone surgeon in Mpumalanga.
“Will you dance with me ?”, were the first words tumbling from his Dutch lips. He did not see her broken identity, confused caramel aura, threadbare clothing. Colour lived in sunflowers and sky, clothing in merino wool, eyes in streams and sunlight. She saw milk dripping from udders of his cows, his boots highly polished.
flower light at night
clear is vision, incision ~
spirit food landing
Her slanted coal eyes opened wide. She stood up from a wooden crate at a side door. Dutch rhythm was deep, soothing. Her knee bone clicked into place.They swayed to cheering mielie farm workers.
Black and white dissolved into moist Gaia, healing a divide and a knee. Sunflowers shed their seeds as Sun set into her eyes, drinking rooibos tea.
earth and heaven sing
unity twine to bring hymns ~
fling op-art, live now
Where a system incarcerated to a belief, that the belief in a thousand is only as good as in one, standing in unison never folding, divided is a weakness in which we have none, the shade in that valley gets darker the deeper you go, the shadows ain't your nightmares it's just on the road, were not the evil you fear but the reckoning of your reckless cast out of your sight, In the dead of the day we're coming for vegence, the rememberence of souls we will willingly collect the stipulations of propositions we willingly neglect, kneel to the shadows as we remain standing, bow to the worthy the original sons, bow to the mighty the original ones, vengeance know no peace till the until the wicked are done.
Be one with the earth
For she understands all.
All beings are transient; breathe -
Whether you walk or crawl.
In whispers of wind, the stories unfold,
Each step leaves a trace, in soft grains of gold.
Through shadows of ages, our journeys entwine,
In the dance of existence, our footprints align.
The tides of the moment, they ebb and they flow,
Yet the paths that we wander, forever will glow.
In the silence of twilight, where memories blend,
Each mark tells a tale, of beginnings and end.
So walk with intention, with heart open wide,
In the impressions woven, let love be your guide.
For though we are fleeting, like dew on the dawn,
In the footprints we leave, our spirits live on.
There is only one Eternal God
In Eternal God there are 3 Divine Persons
The Eternal Father
The Eternal Son
And the Eternal Holy Spirit
We may compare the 3 persons in 1 Eternal God
To 3 persons in human family
Father
Mother
And Child
But the big difference is that 3 persons in Eternal God are 1 Eternal God
The Blessed Trinity we mean 1 and the same Eternal God in 3 Divine Persons
Poetry Form: Free Verse
Date Typed: May 20, 2025
Time Typed: 7:22pm
Together with or within proximity to people or a person. Community, unity. The invisible thread that attaches from you to me. Wherever you may be, recently I’m manifesting that place is next to me. Where our forever dialogue exchanged releases a type of ecstasy. Our bodies attach like magnets whose attraction unapologetically fuses our souls together into one spirits sleeve. Forever sewing a line of cosmic communication between soul notes, that play tunes of elevation on a bar everlasting. A connection of love chords created outside a wish or prayer. No human power can birth this communion; soul-traction love affair. Joyful flutes sound off when one another draws near. Ten strings play hypnotic music. A melodic heavenly tune our bond conceives when the holy unity of two flesh bodies connecting destined to meet. Pulled from his rib I am his missing connecting piece. Designed to link all of his dis to my connection creating our Unity.
I walk the stars for I am not bound
I surf the seas for I am not found
I travel on the wind for I am free
I grow in the earth like a tall tree
I am not you nor are you me
But from the same eye we can see
Work together on a different frequency
Yet we vibrate and share our energy
We were one from the start of the same heart
A world of division and illusion tore us apart
We forgot who we are, who we are meant to be
This world we struggle through individually
The day will come when again we will be one
Spirit and flesh joined together under the sun
As one we will make a new world of love
And all will be as below, so above.
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