Best Labouring Poems

Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall...
And sadly...i start to drive.
Through the unremarkable village with its tall 
Georgian Bay window panes, lightless,
devoid of visages; outwardly staring back at my 
Abject countenance with detached contempt and utter disdains.
Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall...
And i start...

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So sweet a kiss
The murmuring tunes of Spring
In the fragrant breath of night
Hums within my slumbering ears.
Like the whispering trees dancing
In the softest dews descending
From the vapours of the skies 
When the soothing night
Was young with the glimmering moon of May.

The poor labouring clouds expanded...

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At the end of the world great bears sleep under drifts,
Cardinal crowned Cranes sing and dance in joyous union.
Long winters blossomed by colourful spring and autumn.
Sweet summers vibrate with labouring European bees 
As rowdy Sika deer wander this hardy land of contrasts.
Dragons breath seeps from...

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the marked must go quietly in the night
without a word of farewell
through the trembled dust
down the dark road from which they say
no one returns

the gods who made Africa
strike fear upon the living
comfortless
vituperative
rampaging through our lands:
freedom is a hoax

we abandon ourselves
to the crudely dug dungeon
the pit...

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Abiding in God’s faithfulness*, I live for Him
Blessed to do His perfect will along His righteousness
Called to conform toward Christ-likeness…
Driven toward His triumph!

Ever-upheld by God’s faithfulness, I’m thankful
Freed from grip of vanities’ worthlessness
Graciously geared-up to worship Him sincerely…
Hoisted for faith-ascent!

Inspired with God’s faithfulness, I continue...

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Poetic Process Of An Earthwoman

laying back sun warmed
pulling the seasons in 
through my pores
stretch cat like, 
surround the earth
taking it into me
feeling its kick.

thoughts drift, form, part
wanting to feed the world 
as it feeds me
sights, scents, sounds,
tastes, touches
my mind swells 
labouring pen on paper, 
I...

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We would sleep oft as light as a flagging breeze, eyes dry and smarting; with minds ill at ease..'

Our lives then the currency to pay your dues, who would return from our sorties? we had not a clue.'

We fought off the nausea, as well as...

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The working navvy did dig deep 
He followed Brindly’s new laid plan
A transport system to complete
A salvation for the labouring man 

As the furrow cut with sweat and maul
With breaking backs and torn sinew
Each man in turn to heave and haul 
Sustenance for starving kin...

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The Golden Stool

 Offer me the sacrosanct golden stool
 To rest my bottom,
 Cursed! And of course abominable it is
 The Asantihene possesses it,
 I will rather then be banish from being;
 And become a bottomless bottoms
 A riddle riddled with contour,
 It is uncomfortable...

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(APROPOS OF THE MANY OF US: THE GREEN VILLAGE)


    PROLOGUE:

    Some don’t quite get it…
    Life will reveal it to you:
    Mothers are of God.

        ...

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“Serving the Lord with all humility of mind, and with many tears, and temptations…”  Acts 20:19 of the King James Version

Fulfilling God’s perfect will from the heart
Yielded to advance the kingdom of Christ
They are missionaries who did their part
Serving the Lord while graciously sufficed…
Called...

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A swarm of mosquitoes there was
Of  different ethnic origin, language and culture.
Aedes, anopheles, culex and others
Some fragile,  some agile and some avaricious,
The anopheles was the most fragile but avaricious.

This human, they set eyes on,
She was in possession of everything they needed
And in want...

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The road to my backyard is long and straight
Evergreen trees abound and provide welcome shade
Home to myriad birds, butterflies and the bees
Last summer their branches were sawn off, without notice
The orgy with power-saws lasted barely a day
The trees shorn of foliage, the limbless torsos remained
To...

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For His blessings for the past, I praise God with all my heart
Trusting Him that this year, His goodness for me will never depart...
Thus, I believe that He will grant each of my desire
And everything that for His honour I earnestly aspire:
To stay constantly in...

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Where am I?
 
It’s a new year;
In its first month;
It’s a new day;
Maybe a new season too.
Where am I?

Sitting on an old wooden bench;
Rotted by age and weather, 
Indeed, I’ve survived all five seasons.
This bench is neither safe nor comfortable anymore, to sit on;
Past events...

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