Forever forever will I miss you Dad,
Even though I tried ofttimes not to be sad.
I know you're in a better place looking down on me,
Smiling down on me,your showers pouring down on me;
Atanda, he whose handwriting is prettiest like a gazelle's footsteps,
Aguntasoo lo, a man with steeze whose cuteness-
Makes all heart push front leaning position of million reps.
The man from whom I inherited this poetry gift,
Who labored so hard to give my life a lift;
Omo olomu aperan,oloro agogo,
Although it's been five years ago,
It still feels fresh in my memory,
I couldn't have stopped death even-
With all the shakabula in my armory;
Your son is staying strong, I a Soldier
Though it ain't easy without you- the world is colder
But I'll keep praying for you everyday till my last breath
For you're my own veteran- for whom I'll always lay a wreath.
Keep Resting My Dada??
When I Google you,
I recognize the struggles and muggles you face,
I recognize the brutalities and the scars from decades of suppression and oppression which you endure;
The broken promises, failings and shortfalls;
I recognize the enormous work and journey ahead;
I see the repulse and self defeatist attitude occasioned
By broken hopes and aspirations;
I recognize the seasons and reasons for the youths failure to thrive,
In the face of hydra-headed battles confronting them daily
When I Google you,
I recognize the unmistakable hurdles, shuttles and scuttles;
The suppressed emotions, emissions, missions, visions, and vanquished voices of the voiceless,
The brazen helplessness, hopelessness and long worn faces
Of countless array of seen and unseen battles;
The dwarfed armory of opportunities occasioned by lack of vision, mission, emotions to thrive, ride and drive
But,
I can also envision:
The salient, but countless, unspeakable and unquenchable determination and desire in you;
The urge, surge, splurge, hidden treasures, pleasures, possibilities and the unheralded hope and abilities in humanity!
November 19 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Acts 18-20
Key Verse – Acts 18:9 Then spake the Lord to Paul in the night by a vision, Be not afraid, but speak…
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR PACIFYING US
FROM BEING AFRAID
Praise be to God for pacifying us from being afraid:
Cheering us along His comfort
Calling us inside His contentment
Caring for us through His compassion
Communing with us around His concern
Commanding us for courageous commitment
Acts 19:8 Praise be to the Lord for persuading to
prioritize His kingdom that:
Affirms His authority of heavenly approval
Advances His assembly along holy association
Acknowledges His armory upon high accountability
Asserts His assured arrival toward our hopeful anticipation
Appreciates His acts for our attentive, authentic, and active adoration
Acts 20:21 Praise be to the Saviour for
helping us testify about our faith toward God along:
Repentance from sins
Rejoicing for secured salvation
Refreshment with satisfying sufficiency
Restoration against sorrows and sufferings
Revival of spirituality for service through the Scriptures. Amen!
November 19, 2024
Bàbá,
what eyes do you have of a big bigger sort,
which portaled my entryway into the blindnesses of our Ilé,
wherefrom I made to look to see with your primordial eyes?
Bàbá,
why is your soul watery,
salty like the tears of baba nlá bàbá àgbà’s father:
he took his death by the hand,
and didn't let it die cheap!
Bàbá,
stream of my consciousness,
transfused like forced labour into the nerves of my armory,
ready with iron fire and thunder, ready with my fight for their fight, fist for fist.
My irin ajo is now steeped with the signposts of the visions I saw in your eyes.
Give me the feet of water when my irin ajo is on water;
give me the wings of af?´f?´ when my irin ajo is beyond this il?;
give me the stride of love when my irin ajo crosses the paths of good men;
my children are at hand;
they come like freedom, up my soul and down my eyes:
omijé, running from the stories of the barreled gun,
from the mirrors that cursed our reflection with greed...
my children are coming,
free, and towards freedom.
arrogation
August night, drowning in my sweat, an ugly
word I will not use again
A sudden gush of cooling air, the curtains
move like a ghost surprised in the armory
of an English castle
the gush is full of crematorium ash, clings
to my face, but in the bathroom mirror
my face is pale and clean
The ash has gone through my skin, followed
the bloodstream to my heart and brain
I now share my body with someone else
a soul that doesn't want to leave
demand more time
There has been a subtle change in me
I have a hankering for tea, no milk
and two lumps of sugar.
I leave the lid down, keep the bathroom
clean, the soap in it's box
The feminine aid of me keeps my coarse
ego at bay
I do not sweat anymore
I transpire
I'm either deflecting and rejecting
Or accepting and connecting
I'm attempting the correct thing
Or expecting a correcting
Got to to deal
With things directly
Or conceal
The things that get me
Behind a sheild
I think protects me
Like what I feel
Just Don't affect me
And my feelings are like ceilings They're always there but out of Reach
When I could reach them
From underneath them
I'm prepared to walk the streets
Every rhyme it has a reason
But the reason probably
Just convenient, for me to speak when
There's a chink in my armory
I don't examine all my madness And it's like nothing in my brain
But if it had been re-examined The assumption they would make
Is it's both magic and it's tragic
Both productive and insane
How I could grasp s***
Thats so gigantic
But miss the stuff that's plain as day
To believe in something or nothing
Is nothing I'm discussing
Because once it gets discussed it's just a discussion that gets redundant
And I'm reluctant to follow instructions
All instructors get interrupted and if there's one thing
You must remember
Is not to be a trust dispenser
Immortality in a physical world
Will be definitely hard ‘though impossible
It’s only on movies as fantasy unfurls
Such as war robots or zombies in curse
Or scary ghost where our breath gets hold.
Immortality in a physical world
Will surely be an everlasting anguish
Getting older or weaker…death be our wish
Forever young makes us probably childish
Unimaginable earth’s life, I think it would.
But if I were immortal in this world
I would be at war zones, a brave soldier
Catching bombs and missiles to save people
Draining enemies’ armory, so simple
Like terminator movies where strengths unfold.
But there’s no other immortality in this world
Than God’s words feeding eternally our soul
If we live in God’s words, listen and obey His call
We’ll inherit Heaven's Kingdom, His immortality is whole
For our eternal life is only in Jesus, our Savior-Lord.
May 1,2022 9.03am
Ecclessiates 12:7
And the dust returns to the earth as it was, and the spirit returns to God who gave it
If I Were Immortal
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Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Place 3
Earthquakes bring the waves it shook
Like speeds of hurricane wind, it took.
Destruction displayed with its fierce tail
From a huge storm twisting into a gale.
Climbing the highest hill into the sea
To firmly wait with all the gold, you lost
And the profits we shall never again see,
Pushed into loses by a wind that tossed.
We pray and hope to God for better days
That comfort may never wane or waver.
But grant some relief from fear and frets
In terrible storms of scam fine weather.
Stand the grounds that reward and inspire,
When the storm sweeps away your goal,
And you have no more credit left to hire
This breath of life is greater than gold.
Your strength will come back around
to be risk wiser at the next twist and turn.
Anchors fastened deeper into the ground,
rooted in cautious armory, faithful and calm
To get to the new
You must manage the old
The old prepare you for the new
It may seem to be difficult
But it prepare you for what’s ahead.
The enemies of life
Always try to stop you
At every corner of life
Just remember, around
The corner is new life.
We must learn to trust God
In every situation
Putting away our self-righteousness
And taking up His righteousness.
Putting on the whole armory of God
So that when trouble comes
We maybe able to stand firm
So that we maybe able to extinguish
All of the fiery arrows ahead.
Now that we have done all we can
The new may begin
Rendering success in the end.
Sweet Grace married a guy from old Amory
He worked for the government gendarmerie
She was a postal clerk,
He was a total jerk
And they soon lived in Amory's armory.
written July 18, 2021
Sweet grace who's job title is postal clerk
Got married to a man she met at work
Although he's a jerk
She has made it work
At home she's boss, lord help him if he shirks./
added by Belle Bellevue
Come. John your a dragon rider. Who me? Yes,
Your dragon
Is being born at this minute in that cave you'll
have to ride him up in to the sky
To fulfill the prophesy
Where two become one
That can't be undone.
Later you'll go to the armory.
Come. John your a dragon rider. Who me? Yes,
Your dragon
Is being born at this minute in that cave You'll
Have to ride him up in to the sky.
John
Your Dragon has the colors of the earth
And sky which gives him his authenticity.
Your thoughts and your dragons will be
Combined you will never be alone.
What is your dragons name? Oberon..
He is named after nobility.
Come. John your a dragon rider. Who me? Yes,
Your Dragon
Is being born at this minute in that cave
You'll have to ride him up in to the sky.
What if there were aliens making plans to invade and destroy planet earth? Perhaps they would rethink their strategy and observe what's coming to birth. Perhaps they would of necessity downsize their war budget and fighting armory. From miles away they would watch our world bath in massive disharmony.
From miles away they would watch our world bath in massive disharmony. Perhaps they would of necessity downsize their war budget and fighting armory. Perhaps they would rethink their strategy and observe what's coming to birth. What if there were aliens making plans to invade and destroy planet earth?
081120PSCtest, Mirror Mirror, John Lawless
At the edge of a roaring ravine humanity shivers this year
Wondering how it has reached here with wounded civilizations
Forgetting age old blunders incurred upon the existence of humans
Thriving jealousy, waging wars
Building armory to destroy their own
Caressing destruction by diplomacy
Spilling oil over nature gasping for life
Now Earth retaliates to cleanse itself
Bubbling volcanoes, newborn tornadoes
Novel pandemics, extinction of genes
Humanity struggles to resurface
Through abandoned shades of hope
That retains itself over centuries
Is this the beginning of an apocalypse till the end?
Hope wishes a few might survive to preserve cultures and live on
But hope believes humans will change to create a new world with nobility
This might be the awaited beginning
Do humans at last, understand?
May 23, 2020
SOLDIER OF 9 LIVES
I never went to military school but am a soldier
Life taught me how to fight & now am older,
He schooled me to use my armory and arsenal
And set me on the road of the exceptional.
Unlike before, life can reach me in this phone age
Am a soldier, back-on-the-wall
No holiday in this life's enterprise & long voyage
And so, always am back in the war
See my words; picturesque like its visual
War is like breathe, we inhale & exhale as usual
When back's on the wall
Don't stay long but stand tall
Because a cat never lay flat on its back
Non-exhaustion of my 9 lives yet, but I won't slack
No retreat no surrender is my mojo
To rock this world like its slow mo'.
VickWizzy
April 16th, Sunday 2017.
Copyright©Vick Manuel
Jallianwala Bagh was an open ground surrounded by wall
Being a garden, also there was a solitary well
Unarmed men, women and kids peacefully assembled
But armored vehicles and formations were called
Oppressor arrived to act against the unarmed
Although all along all remained calmed
Shut was the only small and narrow outlet
Showered over the crowd was successive bullet
The screaming of unarmed civilians and kids was more
than to the pouring bullet sounds from positions before
Several hundreds were dead and wounded in minute
Whole India raised, resisted and revolted to revolute
This shameful chapter added insult to the injury
Set the staunch struggle solidly against colonial armory
Wounds and wailing of our warriors still echoes
With searing memory, India salutes its brave heroes
Tho’ General Dyer shamelessly unleashed the fury
The fire of bravery remains alive even after a century!
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