Best Prosperously Poems
In the middle of winter
within misty moors,
lies a melancholic meadow.
Up above grey skies foretell
perturbed crows to seek shelter.
Down below,
an isolated tree - naked and fatigued;
Listens in silence.
Her soul is wounded,
but you do not see her blood.
Defiant against dysfunctional adversity,
her roots are stronger than an anchor.
Diversifying in deep directions,
kissing the mouth of the Earth.
Her torso may seem tall and mighty,
but her appearance deceives.
Sins of mankind have exposed her sap,
as bark beetles crumble the surface.
Forceful winds and bullet rain blasts
against her weary teary face.
Her tame frame trembles,
as naked broken branches are
blown away by brutal gusts.
It is just another battle for life,
as birds leave her behind - suffocating.
Raindrops stream down her body,
creating puddles of sadness,
soaking deep into her roots.
In the middle of winter
within misty moors,
lies a melancholic meadow;
where a tree yearns for Spring.
To bloom prosperously
and to bathe in sunshine -
so departed birds return.
Silent One
20 February 2018
Oh, Palestine
Cry, cry generously
Cry more
Let your tears wash their sins
Let your tears wash their brutality
Oh, Palestine
Struggle, struggle endlessly
Struggle more
Let your people teach them,
The meaning of "Dignity"
Oh, Palestine
Live, live happily
Live more
Let them learn how to dream
Let them see how we challenge bravely
Oh, Palestine
Grow, grow prosperously
Grow more
Let your people raise you high
Let your name reach the sky
Blackmatta
When the woollen industry died,
the reservoir that fed the old mill,
became disused.
The water meadow at its head
became a swamp.
Developers,
who want to build houses everywhere,
take one look at the quagmire,
sniff the stench fouled air, and walk away.
The channels are long blocked.
The drains are long broken.
So a freed, unmanaged, unmanacled nature;
binges on the anarchy of liberation,
brewing a brackish broth of sweet stagnation.
Children are warned to stay away
from the deadly, dangerous, disease
ridden slough.
Lest the Knucker Dragon, swamp devil,
swallow them whole.
Bulrushes,
point brown accusing fingers to the sky,
blaming the heavens for their
muddied becoming and placement.
Blood worm larvae,
orphaned Fly Nymphs,
ravenous in the root and stem of grasses;
greedily gorge without discrimination,
where cannibal repast; is often a relation.
Herons, are shadows that pass over,
heading for the cleaner waters below.
Snipe scutter
in the soft mire, poking for grubs.
Busily burying beaks in the
flowering Bogbean, and Hogweed:
Yellow Flag Iris,
and Ragged Robin,
rampantly roar a rich cacophony of colour.
Beady eyed, scruffy small,
fat water vole.
Mining leerdammer labyrinths in the banks,
faring fine on favoured vegetation,
prosperously multiply in stinking habitation.
I remember,
in the early 60s,
our thirty mile drive
from our historic family farm,
in all White rural Michigan,
not counting the Mexican migrant workers
which adults made a point of discounting,
on the first of several shopping trips to Thrifty Acres,
through vibrantly young all Black urban streets
of nearby Lansing.
Making Stevie Wonder and I,
him singing in all Black city churches
and me in all White rural and small village churches,
harmonic neighbors in my privately humming heart
yet never possible to publicly meet and greet
as this nation and this world were meant to sing
and dance our regenerations not apart.
I didn't know apartheid by default yet
but I do remember
seeing nearly black as ink skin for the very first time
on a smiling brown-eyed boy
on a chipped white painted bicycle without rims,
and longing to talk and listen with him
and laugh with him about the fresh green smell of freedom from training wheels,
freedom to create our own fast pedaling breeze
across our summer-hot black and white faces and arms,
and knowing that I would touch his dark warm skin
with loving wonder
about what it could be like to become with him,
to grow together,
to smell and feel and fly our satisfying diverse integrity
on a tandem red in-your-face bike,
bright shining all the way back
from Black-streets Lansing
through little White Woodland,
spreading across all Black with White Capital Cities
on out to woodland farmers,
to peddle fly while singing our glad hosanna wonders.
As I reweave
this first drive by encounter with racial diversity
and humane ecstatic curiosity,
I imagine asking Mom to stop,
pull our metallic gold Ford over
so I could ask his thick black-framed glasses name,
which would be Stevie,
and take his hand
to walk his bike back to his home and family
where we would live together
happily and most prosperously ever after.
This was my moment,
too quickly passed,
to know passion's love at first sight,
these sublime sounds and dark satin skin smells
of Stevie's Wonder.
Ain’t nobody here,
but us plucky chickens
Ghetto goose-stepping,
every fare-thee-well welfare day!
Ain’t nobody here,
but us unlucky chickens
Urban legend has it,
that we been KFC set free
Now ain’t we pretty henpeck clucky ...
USA Grade A DOA
prison farm free-range lucky
Ain’t nobody here,
but us Popeye chickens
Been eating that vote spinach,
is why we so weak
Ain’t nobody here,
but us suck-uppity chickens chirping plucky
Urban legend has it,
that we be prosperously sleepy pillow tucky
Now what did we do to be so henpeck lucky
Got more than a few of our freedom feathers skin plucky ...
have a lot of idle yard time so penitentiary stucky
Ain’t nobody here,
but us Church’s chickens chirping lottery unlucky
Bobble prayer head wobble up and down,
looking fo’ mo’ chicken scratch feed green bucky
Ain’t nobody here
but us boatload of liberty cockle-doodle doo plucky chickens
Been eating that stale vote spinach,
is why we still so weak
Ain’t nobody can hear,
us cracked omelette heads getting cut off cooked in kitchens
Guess we fussy chickens clucky
should be golden egg grateful dead unlucky glad
That the good ‘ol foxes
guarding our ghetto henhouses,
let the night howl thief mouses
eat the last peck of pride we sad plucky chickens had
The fake isolation of the island insinuated the fostering of remnants;
remnants of religious fervor, close knit seafaring families, and rugged farmers;
remnants of power past and present.
A fog shrouded canvass awaits the onslaught of August revelry.
And, where widows walked the peeks of robber barons manses, the elementals now play.
Tomato red fire trucks ring the seaside green. Throngs of , oh so, polite W.A.S.P.S
and multicultural couples dot the lawn in precise groupings.
The squeal of stroller strapped toddlers echo across ocean
and down alleyways lined with painted ladies
Gay blades and saucy sisters saunter unharassed through the crowds of young families.
Prosperously retirees with salt and pepper hair in pink and green golf shirts line the porches
of the gingerbread homes ringing the green.
In the gazebo a brass band plays John Phillip Souza and closes by belting out
the American anthem, after dark, no flag wave, yet random patriots stand.
Their forms silhouette upon the gray fog like their intentions
mocking the holiday aire with their reminder of war….
those raging on in Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan and Pakistan.
and fade with the crowds roar to “Sit down your blocking the view!”
And as the elite, and privileged meet and greet chatting in wonder over the multiple sightings
of airforce one choppers and past President Clinton.
The three times the worlds average wage is spent on FIREWORKS, frivolously,
for the entertainment of the richest citizens of the planet. God Blessed America.
April 23 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on 2Chronicles 16-19
Key Verse – 2Chronicles 16:23 Sing unto the LORD, all the earth; shew forth from day to day his salvation.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY SONG
Lord God, You are my Song as I dwell in Your perfect will
Thank You for delivering me from sin-death’s penalty bill
In my reliance to You, trusting You as my Saviour, dependent still
Help me not to depart from Your sacrifice at Calvary’s hill.
Lord God, You are my Song as I dwell in Your love’s settlement
Thank You for filling me with Your joy of salvation-contentment
In my submission to You, acknowledging Your sanctification-fulfillment
Help me not to behold worldliness’ allurement.
Lord God, You are my Song as I stand upon Your strengthening forces
Thank You for leading and teaching me by Your advice and promises
In my journey for Christian service along Your virtuous graces
Help me not to walk along garrisons of evil devices.
Lord God, You are my Song as I wait on You blissfully
Thank You for propelling me for ministry involvement prosperously
In my cleaving to You, seeking for Your wise approval patiently
Help me not to join affinity with what is against Your truth biblically.
Lord God, You are my Song as I live by Your Word’s instruction
Thank You for fighting for me toward holiness with Your compassion
In my clinging to Your security midst trials and affliction
Help me not to fall into carnal enticements for my testimony’s destruction.
Lord God, You are my Song as I pursue after Your divine venture
Thank You for upholding me to be steadfast with righteous posture
In my enclosure within Your lovingkindness’ gesture
Help me not to behave along pride’s dictates of distress-torture.
Lord God, You are my Song as I take heed to confess and forsake my iniquity
Thank You for dealing mercifully with me by Your authority
In my humbling down to You along meekness’ sincerity
Help me not to neglect Your charge as my leader of supreme sovereignty.
April 23, 2023
April 27 Scripture Meditations Based on Psalms 1-4
Key Verse – Psalm 2:10 Be wise now therefore, O ye kings: be instructed, ye judges of the earth.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR INSTRUCTING ME
Thank You for instructing me to delight in Your law constantly
To meditate Your counsel daily
So I can bear fruits by faith and deeds prosperously
And not be driven along wind of ungodliness perilously.
Thank You for instructing me to accept Your truth’s venture
To stand upon Your holiness posture
So I can declare about Your goodness’ gesture
And not be broken by derision’s vexing culture.
Thank You for instructing me to acknowledge Your majesty with reverential fear
To rejoice at Your excellency along worshipful gear
So I can labour in Your vineyard midst joyous thankful tear
And not be troubled by worldliness’ allurements coming near.
Thank You for instructing me to put my trust in Your person
To depend on Your sovereignty’s best reason
So I can learn about Your life’s lesson
And not be dashed by doubt’s poison.
Thank You for instructing me to seek Your help and mercy
To cry unto You for Your sustaining clemency
So I can enjoy Your salvation’s assurance-constancy
And not be distressed by prayerlessness’ leniency.
Thank You for instructing me to prioritize Your presence
To commune with You in Your fellowship’s license
So I can stand in awe, worshiping You with sacrifices’ incense
And not be distracted by pride’s iridescence.
April 27, 2022
January 4 Scripture Meditations Based on Genesis 9-11
Key Verse - Genesis 9:1 And God blessed Noah and his sons, and said unto them, Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR BLESSING ME
Thank You, my God, for blessing me bountifully
Always pouring Your grace unto me fruitfully
Indeed multiplying Your mercy for my soul’s benefit prosperously
Ever replenishing me in my needs very timely.
Thank You, my God, for blessing me with Your hand
Always delivering me from sin-dread and guilt-fear’s accusing demand
Indeed assuring Your blood-shed sacrifice for my salvation’s stand
Ever bringing me toward Your pardon-abundance at Your loving command.
Thank You, my God, for blessing me along Your covenant’s immutability
Always establishing my faith upon Your truth’s stability
Indeed protecting me from hell’s destruction by Your redemption’s perpetuity
Ever reminding me of Your everlasting promise of presence-certainty.
Thank You, my God, for blessing me midst attacking curses
Always guarding my steps in treading on faith-venturing places
Indeed covering me from calamities’ misery-caused experiences
Ever inviting me to dwell in Your will around Your security-forces.
Thank You, my God, for blessing me in my spiritual journey
Always directing me by Your guidance --- may it be sunny or rainy
Indeed leading me toward heavenly pursuits, unhindered by lack of money
Ever confounding me of my towering pride to remind me of being puny.
Thank You, my God, for blessing me despite my nothingness
Always restraining me to stay away from self-sufficiency’s perilousness
Indeed building up my integrity by Your righteousness
Ever providing for me when I call through Your name in my prayerfulness.
Thank You, my God, for filling me in my barren position
Always granting me Your delightful joyous portion
Indeed flourishing my Christian living with growth-instruction
Ever supplying me with Your contentment-satisfaction.
January 4, 2022
While playing church & God hell in the heart. One to many deliberately deceive while some honestly want a change of heart. The pope himself can wear a thousand Rosary Beads. The church can blow all the smoke they want for all their lives. Sinful thoughts of the mind, sinful actions of the flesh, sinful words of the tongue, for all humanity on record. A fact of history. Can't deceive creations origin over all a witness. The Creator call forth the good & evil for a righteous divine plan. Towards a righteous purpose educating elevating mind, body, spirit, and the souls of man; prosperously to eternity.
A dead man hauling rocks up & down a hill. Working many years. At the end of his days realize physically he not leaving with no more or less than he came. Well known fact. So when we feel we're not taking full advantage of life to live our own desires. Who other than our self can we truly blame. Searching for religion, praying for forgiveness, dreaming of a better existence. Peaceful without evil and sinning. Faith that mercy given; mistakes & some sins deliberate. One too many misled by the blind leading the blind. Curiosity slow danced with temptation. Then lives speed out of control and evil plan is for destruction and hell to be the destination of all lost souls....
Enjoy!!!!
Dear Lord,
I thank you this day
for the things that I don’t have
Ain’t got no troubled mind:
Some of those creditors circling,
wanting a pound of debt flesh
for the bills that ain’t yet got paid
Presently,
it’s gonna have to be late fee
sent that way
Long as the heat and lights stay
switched on,
for the children’s sake
Surely, I’m thankful Lord
for this one other thing:
That I don’t have no backsliding desire
for tempted robbery
I’m thankful to be at peace,
content to have the necessary things
that my family need
So thankful that I don't have
no worries
Dear Lord,
I’m truly thankful
that I don’t have the wanton things
which destroy souls
so prosperously
# A TIME FOR EVERYTHING
You may be snared through certain situation
Not knowing what to touch nor let .
Enduring pains as if you are to end
Despite that everything as its time .
Have you felt like ending your life ?
Whlist Filled with load that is unbearable
Tears falling on your face constantly.
Exhilaration faded away like never before.
When joy comes to clear your tears ;
All shall run prosperously .
An elegant smile brought to your face -
As irrigated crops you'll be revived .
There is time to laugh
There is time to cry .
A time to plough
And a time to harvest.
Truly ,there is a time for everything.
## BY Axolile Zabeko
Brightest life
To relinquish
Was ready to be
Not to unclaim.
The patches of life
Bright with insight
Of worthy of being
With the same might.
Timid to make
The forcing image
Of worthy of raising
Unparallel praise.
Determined to be
Prosperously lazy
Still in demand
Supplied but crazy.
Rohan Dhabade
The Dutch were
1 of the first
To voyage , journey and discover
The high seas because they used
Windmills to mechanically power saws
Enabling them to built ship's quicker
faster and more efficiently
So had a far superior naval fleet
New York
Was
New Amsterdam
Dutch East India Company
Tulips were the 1st commodity traded
Ergo the Stock Exchange Market
The Carrot was is in fact
Purple in colour it's a bulb
They made it and turned it into
Orange in colour
Most of the majority of the Netherlands
They reclaimed built canals in order
To take the land back
And also in the process
Made it fertile afterwards enough
To farm and live off prosperously
And is progressive and religiously tolerant
Not bad and pretty impressive
All things being considered
July 5 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 115-118
Key Verse – Psalms 115:14 The LORD shall increase you more and more, you and your children.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR INCREASING
US MORE AND MORE
Praise be to God for increasing us more and more:
Building up our faith more powerfully
Bracing up our fortitude more so perfectly
Blessing our faithfulness more prosperously
Breaking our futility toward more productiveness
Blowing our foolishness for more principles and precepts
Psalms 116:1 Praise be to the Lord for
being gracious to us while He:
Secures our salvation by His seal
Settles our souls with His sanctification
Satisfies our spirits around His sufficiency
Strengthens our steadfastness upon His Scriptures
Shields our service along His statutes for stewardship
Psalms 117:2 Praise be to the Saviour for His merciful
kindness is great toward us; so we should:
Love Him with all our trust
Listen to Him and to His tenets
Lean on Him and upon His triumph
Labour with Him, toiling midst tests or trials
Live for Him with thanksgiving, testifying about His truth
Psalms 118:7 Praise be to the Almighty
for being on our side:
Delighting in our earnest adoration
Directing us with His enthusiastic approval
Driving us by His enabling toward active attitude
Defending us from enemies with afflicting arrogance
Deserving our eager appreciation for His awesomeness. Amen!
July 5, 2024