Drifting in and out of consciousness
On the verge of oblivion
A distant rumble
Tumbled
Into
Existence
It rolled through the valley
And then promptly
Disappeared
Into
Silence
The creatures of the night
Stood rooted in place
Gazing up at
The sky
Into
Darkness
As if sensing an audience
The rumble tumbled
Back into being
BOOMING
Into
Action
Most creatures scattered for shelter
While others huddled in awe
Listening, anticipating
Her awesome
Entry
Into
Revelry
She did not disappoint their attentions
Splashing light in thunderous
Pauses of violent display
Hurling white hot
Bolts of energy
Like spears
Of drama
Into
Mindfulness
Her booming joy threatened to bring
Down the house before, as if
On queue, she eased back
Drenching the valley
At curtain call
Lulling her
Audience
Back
Into
Oblivion
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In Support of Save The Children
And Invisible Poets everywhere
The Old Black Dog. Dave Taylor.
It refuses to die, this old black dog.
Matted and lame but on misery he thrives.
Makes existence, seem one, long, slog.
How long `till it curls up and dies.
Even on days, when in line with the shame.
Of feeling downcast, and pitiful.
Just wishing there was other, than my mind to blame.
And soothing words, prove far from helpful.
When malicious whispers, in cold tones say.
“Face the truth, you are UNTERMENSCHEN!!!!”
And dark forces, hold me in sway.
The lone host, of their ill attentions.
The triumph for me is to stay in the fight.
Wait out the dark, and know it won`t stay.
Hold hard for the sun, to illumine my sight.
And cast myself into the fray!!!!
The dog may bark, but it`s lost its bite.
And I can take, it`s toothless grin.
Knowing in the end, all shall be right.
If I don`t allow the black dog in.
I can not think
I lose my focus
I hate my thoughts
they’re freaking bogus.
My mind is so stupid
So i shut it down
It always listens to my heart
Every time around.
Cuz i end up hurt,
Or in some kind of trouble,
Every time i think,
My chances are double.
Im so weak
When it comes to my heart
I see things different
Then it all falls apart.
If my brain
Ignored my feelings
It would of spared me
So many freaking dealings
With a lot of idiots
That just pretend
To be around
Because they're my friend
And it’d pay attentions
To the rer flags
But instead of that
It always lags
Maybe i just need to learn
to just embrace
Cuz i have a good heart
That no one can replace.
My mind is so weak
but my heart is so good
I have good intentions
But i'm also so hood.
What is Love?
A four letter word comes from heart
Where faithfulness established from the start
I never imagine how it feels
When I found the person whom I can shared the reels
Then I wondered why and what really is?
The memories or language of love from this
I surrender to the genuine thoughtfulness
I divide my heart and open for forgiveness
Now it was still confusing the real meaning
Of love and how it can be dealt, too confusing
I just know that love is boundless and true
No one can ever give its exact value
Just love, feel it, share it and endure
This is the meaning of love when pure
Intentions, attentions, perfect combination
You and I can love, no buts, ifs or question
I'm lover not a fighter,
me spilling exclamations
instead of blood,
its what I resamble,
the ink in my viens that paints not images
but setting reactions on the loose.
Please! blame me not,
creativity is access,
mean not to invade
but i'm without bearings,
this din in my words,
put flames to my surrounding,
I mean not to brag,
help me extinguish this overflow
in my system,
it just can't be contained,
it wanna consume everything before me,
like a natural disaster,
my presence devastates,
tie your attentions,
before i'm charged for being creative.
I am poetic ink.
not to dilute your egoes
but to uproot your reactions,
like acid,
i'm here to burn not your minds
but your word perspective and perception.
I said it i'm poetry
not that I was born of poetry
but soldiered enough
in gathering meaning
from all sources to your presence,
of what poetry is.
#Poetic_Ink
You dear land of sun and 'strong spirit' do not be driven as
In (the scamdemic) and you can win it.' There may be an attempt to draw your attentions away.' From your homeless
And jab injured also dead so sad to say.' Attempts of false
Flag narrative; invetions' a very old eurpoean way.' To take your
Attention ( from fixing your own land i say) do not get into
Blaming do not fall for hate.' Unify and reason? Its not too
Late.' The mass immigration has been a tool to this end.'
Do not deviate from Australias needs your own country now defend.' Do not be 'pro other nations' or you will be
Lost..just turn off negative news sources.' And tell their
Agents (to rack off!)
The intimacy of knowing your body
as well as I know my own…
The unspoken permission
to touch with my hands,
to feel with my lips,
my tongue,
to move upon and explore
the most secret of places,
witness the most intimate functions.
Your salty sweat is delicious,
your saliva is like fine wine.
Each pale hair that covers you
deserves attention and devotion.
I want to taste the words
that spill from your lips as you speak,
taste the flavor of my name on your mouth.
I want to crawl inside of you,
as if you had a uterus
and it could be the womb
where I suck my thumb,
secure and safe.
To know you as intimately as I know myself,
and to peek in at your thoughts…
to seek and find that hidden place
where your soul resides!
I would that I could lay seige
to the shelter that succors your naked,
vulnerable soul…
and live there with you,
hold you in my arms for eternity.
I came upon a widow, black,
carrying a poison sac.
I asked her what was in her purse.
She suggested I call a hearse,
giving me a terrible fright,
asking if she could have a bite.
Your attentions, ma'am, I rebuff.
Of this chat, I've had enough.
I'm afraid, kind sir, it's too late.
I've already fixed your fate.
soft, yet ...
like a breath of Noshaq
you are gone in a whisper
bound for some dreamy realm (imagining)
where exquisiteness affords you
a throne in Valhalla …
you dance among the frosted peaks
like Misha with the Mouse King
prancing on a puff of wint'ry wind
yearning for the bloom
of early Spring
the nuzzle of a warm nose
or the easy gift
of a frozen lake of swans
hush, you ...
about your business
secret stories you tell to the mountain
of visceral attentions, keen
wondrous things that we lesser creatures
will never be privy to -
things that you find your common bidding
but that fools like me -
wholly taken with sublime form
and ghostly airs -
find spellbinding ... breathless
enchanting ...
you are a feral phantom
demon AND deity of a covert kingdom
I am cursed to only conjecture on
or put to inadequate word ...
a magical dominion of
deliberate and brutal elegance
that has graced me with but a glimpse
a rare, tender, precious instant
blessed by the substance of a moment
far too beautiful to ever
capture.
Once again bewitched I be
And why? I do not know.
Her eyes alone enchant not me
Nor do they Love’s seeds sow.
‘Twas not her hair that did me in
(‘Though not unlovely it).
Her touch did not my fool heart win,
Not a smile this fire lit.
Something more intangible,
Something more divine,
Apparent yet invisible
Secures attentions mine.
A word? A phrase? A furtive glance?
Her perfume in the air?
What sets my stricken heart to dance?
What draws me to Love’s lair?
No matter what the implement
That did so shackle me,
My freedom’s key is to a woman sent
(In this surprise none be).
Blissful torments! Anguished joys!
Old friends, I welcome ye.
Watch how she, unknowing, toys
With my captivity.
when many wise people attract by the colours
of money , pitiful earth shares bloods
of innocent folks.
Quote by poet.
wealth
which seems
to bring worth
in this world where
more wise folks just worth
good things which catch
attentions
of rich
folks.
If you meet a heartbroken woman,
who thinks about taking guns
for destruction.
come with some flowers
and stand to be her protector.
she can wish to carry the river
on her head because
of peace restoration
in her life.
If you meet some heartbroken men
who think to make suicide
make quick songs to get their attentions.
telling them about their importance in the societies
As the heads of the families.
telling them about the queues of many queens
of their choices in the areas who will lose them.
they will feel comfortable immediately
and stop to make suicide.
Remember that no one is above Love
As other said that no one is above the law.
July 24/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Christ
How good is it when
You know what you want in life
And focus on it.
A good warrior
Roars and does not have time for
Useless attentions
When it comes to fight
for the rights of snubbed people
Who need total peace.
June 23/2023
Bantu men always fight
For very beautiful flowers,
------------------------------------------
Reason why they pay
More cows to get roses.
April 27/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
Message:
A very beautiful woman is always
A princess or queen in the eyes
Of majority bantu men...
So well treated.
Marrying a very beautiful woman,
It is a good stand for a man
But also a big risk
To lose his life.
As there always be presence
Of some secret rivals
Who always come
To destroy his marriage
by some special treatments secretly.
It happens for some
Very beautiful women
To cheat due to much attentions
And special treatments
They get from men
Here and there.
When you astonish by seeing
An elder brother Calling
His young bother
" Big brother or father "
______________________________
Because he is so rich
And he depending on him ,
You will make diarrhea ,
Flies will follow you till you die.
April 26/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
Message:
If you are not informed
About money
To buy respect,
Popularity,
And attentions,
You will be putting to shame
In the future.
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