At present, I'm plowing through the book of Mathew.
I hadn't picked up the good book for many years.
Retirement and its cousin, boredom, will do that to a person,
It'll make them do things they haven't done for years.
At first, I began to read it silently, but now I'm reading it aloud.
I can't read more than two pages at a time, because it is a very dry read.
My mind wanders from scripture to the frozen block of meatloaf
that needs to be thawed out for tonight's dinner.
Tomorrow I'll read two more pages and see what happens.
I'll leave it open-ended. I'm not looking for a miracle.
Not even a patch for the soul.
Only a brief reprieve from household chores.
I think Mark is next.
As the Sun begins to set
Darkness creeps in, and yet
There remains a magical feeling
About which at present nature is dealing
The blue Sky gradually disappearing
As the night is patiently gearing
To bring in the black dark night
And surround us all until daylight
The white puffball clouds now disintegrate
Before our eyes the dark will infiltrate
Our minds our souls for a brief while
As in, the field, disappears the Stile
Covered now beneath the shroud
Of night now coming in calling out loud
In the foreground proudly standing still
The bushes whispering in the gentle winds chill
They will still be there tomorrow morn
Are they bushes or ears of corn?
Hard to tell in the sad dim light
As nature settles down for the night
Eventually when all the blue Sky has gone
The sound of night Owls will linger on
A silent solitude will reign
Until morning comes again
My childhood memories as I recollect
I asked for bicycle as Christmas present.
Dad said ‘Fine! Just to put a clause.
Not me. It will be gifted by Santa Claus.’
Rejoiced to see the bicycle on Christmas day.
Door ball rang, someone produced the bill to pay .
I rushed to Dad ‘Santa in guise has come to claim money.’
Dad told ‘He has sent me message, my honey!
I am paying just at present.
He is sure to make me repayment.’
Hope empowers our ambition
A steady light directing our drives and vision
A high-octane fuel for our resilient emotion
To fulfill every goal with self-motivation.
Ambition with hope propels our action
As we go through life’s road, we’ve direction
Hope brings faith and firm conviction
That efforts are rewarded with great satisfaction.
Set our highest goal then without restriction
Fulfill it with love, empathy and cooperation
Hope doesn’t come in the light for selfish ambition
Success comes from others too, Dear. Pay attention!
With our strong bond formed, a mutual connection
Like balloon of hope tied to a string of goal, no depletion
Ambition followed along on a right trail and mission
New dawn will rise for our achievement, completion!
While we’re on our journey to our goal through education
Lift our flailing hope-balloon on string-goal for reflection
Be a paradigm to others with humble devotion
For brighter future of all at present to next generation.
I've noted that your voice still rushes in,
brushes past the debris of time,
the attractions at present.
I'm always moving forward, but it's you—
staying undivided, familiar--
comfortable on this dank park bench
where your light bent me with subtlety
& love could finally matter.
"Why do you tell me to pound sand,
and say, 'A potato by another name is just as bland'?
If you will never take my hand,
would you, at least, eat me as we'd planned?"
"Do you take me for a peasant?
For me, potatoes are not pleasant,
and I must tell you that, at present,
I much prefer to dine on pheasant."
He said "put me in jail"
I want to go to gaol
I am homeless
And harmattan makes me ail
I don't think of many troubles
Than others of me out there of miserables
Harmattan will soon be gone
But that doesn't fill the gap
At present has made lips chap
Don't be so gape
Such is its effect woebegone
But still have got to hold my brawn
Help me
Harbour me
Trace to peace
For humanity's grace
You are our friends
Don't treat me a stranger in disguise
I sought for safety
But am in disdain
Discovering my properties are missing
I thought I was welcome with alacrity
While asleep thirsty
Your acts bind people's adverse chain
There is a popular myth
That the word
Originated as an acronym for 'ship high in transit'
A supposed nautical phrase pith
But its origin is untrue to be a truth
More older past ages to treat
There are trustworthy officers
Many then have service zeal
They all aim the world heal
Far away from the abusers
But while they abused their lagacies
Make atrocities enjoy no justifiable appeal
I walk alone on the beach,
Emerald waves rise and fall, lapping on the sandy shore,
So many beach-lovers walk together,
Their faces beaming with love and adoration,
I walk alone on the sand barefoot,
Collect shells of unique sizes and shapes,
I converse with you about the roaring sea,
The whistling wind, the multi-coloured sand,
you are far away, but
You are with me.
Years and years passed away listlessly,
Struggles in our life did not let us be together,
A love so strong, and powerful,
I see you in my dreams,
And nothing else matters.
I paint on my easel with a wistful heart,
Sceneries of long-lost past,
As if we lived in a fantasy,
The little quaint village we grew up in,
The ambrosial garden we frolicked around,
The magical swing we shared and
The favourite books we pored over.
Your love pulls me to a dreamy past,
Tender days which will never be erased,
Solitary life at present remains serene with your thoughts,
Future is undetermined, life will choose its course,
Only I know wherever you are, you are mine.
‘You cannot escape the responsibility of tomorrow by evading it today’ — Abraham Lincoln
The seed sown today to sprout tomorrow.
Try to build future nurturing present.
Life is a performance to act solo ,
Prepare now, tomorrow you won’t lament.
Your life is your responsibility
Dream and dream till dream may come to be true
Yet there’s a question on ability.
Future shows result what you can do now.
Future will just bring the consequences
of all your activities at present .
You must overcome all present hindrances,
so that in future you might mot repent.
To start a new venture , you must think deep.
It’s well known :‘as you sow, so shall you reap.’
DEAR FRIEND,
THE END IN FRIEND HITS THE DEEP END,
THE SHADOW I USED TO DEFEND,
AT PRESENT I HAVE NONE TO DEPEND,
ITS AS IF ALL YOU DID WAS PRETEND.
DEAR FRIEND,
WITH THE SHADOWS OF YOU I SPENT,
ALL YOU LEFT WAS A PAINFUL DENT,
CURRENTLY ALL I CAN DO IS VENT,
LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO SERPENT.
DEAR FRIEND,
I NOW HAVE NO TEARS LEFT TO CRY,
YOU HAVE LET MY FEELINGS DIE,
YOU WERE NEVER TRUTHFUL TO ME, YOU LIE!,
I HAD TO WAVE YOU GOODBYE
DEAR FRIEND,
I THANK YOU FOR ONE THING,
FOR TEACHING ME FRIENDSHIP CAN STING,
I AM THE ONE I HAVE TO CLING,
GRATEFUL YOU'RE NOT HERE THIS SPRING.
We have all had that moment of frustration
We search for words that hurt out of desperation
Having a hard time sorting out our feelings
That's the moment we become harsh in our dealings
There are times we fight to be understood
Wishing we can take back the words if we could
It doesn't pay to speak out when we're mad
We say things that leave scars which is bad
Relationships are lost and love isn't regained
Scars can heal but the words always remain
Your emotions are running high don't go no further
Whatever you say at present can ruin the future
When it comes to anger it's an honest and true fact
Never say anything you know you can't take back
Bleak, Bitter ! Now dragging dull days.
Too long Past and too short Future
At present, in senile decay.
Does not matter, rue or rapture.
No dynamism., life stagnant,
Bleak, Bitter ! Now dragging dull days.
Forgotten when progress was vibrant.
All around dark, no shiny rays.
Life has no charm, lustre and glaze
Nothing to expect , nothing to gain.
Bleak, Bitter ! Now dragging dull days
Only spending time in vain.
Awaiting for last bell to ring
Yet for rest of life, wish to pray
Dynamism again to bring !
Bleak, Bitter ! Now dragging dull days.
27
there are twenty-seven
ongoing wars at present
we have not evolved
we've just gotten better
at killing one other
27
doesn't include gang warfare
we have not evolved
we don't share
we take from one another
27
involves weaponized rape
unbridled {torch}er
the checkered soul of the taker
we have not evolved
27
mature wars
dozens more in the fetal stage
we have not evolved
we are a species of enraged takers
shameless pain pushers
the soul of slave traders
27
universal sins
Where the Hell is God!
amidst all of this mess
27
wars
civilians removed
from resources
parched and starving
the people who start wars
nibbling caviar
fornicating
beneath golden waterfalls
27
wars
we have enough arsenal
to forever quiet
our blessed solar system
The 27 Club
Internet mania, a double-edged sword,
Prez campaigns, fun nor frolic can afford,
Memes may make huge buzz,
But few votes for the fuss,
Fans may turn sudden foes,
And goodwill sooner goes,
Look at Trump, he now whimpers who ere roared.
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Happenings |03.08,2024| political, USA
Poet’s note: kamala Harris may have turned a phenomenon, or rather a ‘feminomenon’ at present to command a lot of fun and froth on social media. The question is would they turn into actual votes in November? One hopes, she does not become a victim like Hillary Clinton. Prez campaigns cannot hinge on coconut jokes.
You have time still, to escape with your
essentials. I only know one spider.
It will crawl to you slowly,
as a million-dollar snail might.
He has made an apartment where the ceiling
and wall meld like oceans.
His place is lousy with cross-hatched whites,
with a fine sheer finish that glows
in the sunlight. At present, he is resting in a sunbeam
atop your W-2 that was mailed to me
on accident. He moves his wire-thin legs across
your typeset name, as if trying to learn
every serifed edge of you. I have named him Richard,
for his lion heart. The sun is setting, and he races
the shadows up the wall. He will come to you well rested,
eager. I told him how the mosquitoes love you,
and there is a hunger in his eyes. Pack lightly, my dear,
move swiftly—you said your life was boring so,
I have just released your address to every spider I know.
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