Not an easy task
Doesn’t come with instructions nor guidelines
Take life as it is given
Survival through life terms
Learn as you live
Agenda assimilation
Rise up appreciation
Hard knocks journey
Discipline matters
Facing challengers
Crisis moments
Survive or die
Be determined
Relish hope
Believing within
Knowing you can and shall
Individual process
Proceeding in exceeding
Life cycle
Plain and simple, survive
Eke out, O my living?
On what grounds do ye speak?
Based on our thanksgiving?
O turkey, through creek creak!
Wind atop the atoll low?
Steady, then first blow.
Ogre, ochre. Fast or slow?
Gold, give off thy glow...
Tyrant of the ocean deep;
Through dark chasm leap?
Horror, do ye find life cheap?
Challengers to creep...
Thought-light, gloss over the spark?
Fire, light up the dark?
Covenant? Communion, ark?
Hone, upon the bark...
Fill in, O ravine? Unseen.
Trail lead through the green.
Emptiness, fill each machine?
Will it work, I deen...?
Dismay, spring from dynamite?
Nuclear, gone white?
Pinholes, curtains, nine knives, night!
Rampage on the right!
Queen of civilized world, wait?
Hie across the strait!
O for those who prattle, prate!
Rage at higher rate!
Barbarians, gather?
Oppose such as this?
Well, we wouldn't rather.
Sail on, black abyss...
Tinge, thy colors terrific.
Weather wave, point where?
Heaven and Hell, this may stick!
Brick upon the bare.
Red the rampant real? Rind? Rhyme.
Tornados in time.
Wind above the city, chime.
Tequila, thy lime.
Yak upon the mountain;
Which way doth trouble lurk?
Rubbish, fill the garbage bin!
If you work, you shirk!
Psyche, soul tormented;
This place sure stinks of doom!
Lyre of love lamented!
O curse on pharaoh's tomb...
Bloom upon the tamarind?
Reality grinned.
Sin, thy light the whole world pinned!
Challengers a-chinned...
Roll that boulder, vagrant king!
Silver is thy sting!
Drenched upon but undying!
Rail about the ring!
Levels sinking in the pool?
Silent lies the spool.
O young people, keep it cool?
Flayed dismayed, fair fool...
Ghoul, thy magic terrible;
Golem, shall we ride?
Room within the brazen bull?
Bailiff, how you tried...
Love on board
The seas can’t separate our commitment for each other
Through the challengers that so be
It’s our love being you and me
Guided through the storms of final chapter
Love will always live ever after
Devoted shall remain
Ida & Isidore Strauss, partners to Mr. Rowland Hussey Macy of the Macy’s Department Store Organization were aboard the Titanic
Their love ever and always strong
When fate hit the Titanic, the vessel that was unsinkable became unthinkable
History that was became to an end
The ship’s crew had requested women and children board the Life boats, but Ida refused and stated with a discerning voice, “Love brought us together, and we shall die together”
Their love was truly connected like no other
Souls for the seas
Their love transported through the breeze
Danger into the atmosphere
Ida and Isidore Strauss spirit transcends in always a preserver.
With a quick competitive descent,
Darling Daffy and his feisty duels;
No sportsmanship? He turns violent;
He’s a stickler for all of the rules;
Makes no difference if it’s a giraffe
or Bugs Bunny banging on that piano,
play the game fair or get cut in half;
This the challengers ALWAYS know;
‘A lower standard will always debase!’
screams a bar sign in ACME letters;
Looking for a fair fight? This is the place.
Who’s fire with melodic measures?
Sly cockatoo sashays in with a grin,
itching to throw in a song that’s fire;
He holds the decadence of a violin,
and claims to be an A list player;
Daffy smugly looks him up and down
‘You win? With that? What fallacies!!’
‘I’m Fuego I play two. Give me my crown.
Known as the best to play Merry Melodies.’
To be continued …
Amidst the bright light and the sumptuous summer sunshine,
Why does the beam gleam of the thin rays of darkness enwrap?
The sturdiness of our bones fails, as though we've lost our spine.
Our inner sanctum is erased from our location map.
Blood clotted, mouths unable to utter secrets, we pine
With hopes and hopelessness, like eggs in a single basket,
Fate and destiny, playing their roles as per their design
We store our unfulfilled desires like gems in a casket.
Tracing the trails of the 'if you can't beat them, join them' route
Like challengers and the challenged, we tread on trodden roads.
Have the bubble, we've been blowing, a permanent pursuit?
Pessimism, through each lane, like an atomic bomb, explodes.
The closed doors of impending expectant dooms be disclosed.
Feelings of friendliness even to the foes be enclosed.
Forget-me-not thy scent hast taste of time,
who tolls naught for thee, attend harken chime.
Courtesies yond the proverbial realm.
acquired vesper's affections, overwhelm.
Cupid cedes ecliptic earth's lauded star,
Purple Vanda Orchids in gild's wake are
hauling affianced light 'neath golden rays,
velvety mosaic succeeding phase.
Proxy promises bonny lavenders
induce flex a princess's verbs. Challengers
spealing gingerly the princely petals,
submit an amethyst crown ... all's settles.
A stately champ, amaranthine Vandas,
the garlands of Purple Heart's--lifespan 'twas.
Hi up there in the surface
This is the valley below
How did you reach the surface?
Determination would have to be obvious
It took everything you had in endurance
Your own inspiration was the influence
A desire you knew you had to fulfill
It took a strong will
Perhaps even a sleeping pill
For courage you see
Valleys sometimes people never get out
Figure that one as you are moving about
Purpose must sit in
That is surfacing begins
No cultivate
Reality in relate
Valleys are circumstances being hard knock challengers
Valleys made you ready
Understanding that held steady
No time to fail
Just a smooth surface sail
Valleys are what start the trail
One becomes prepared with a strategy
Valleys out and surfaces in
"what do you imagine?"
the question asked to me.
my mind was focused on the throne
and she thought otherwise.
No matter many challengers,
but the royal throne still mine.
How can I let 1,146 km2 of land in hands of strangers
as they corrupted and tricked some people
in colony regime and ended up stealing
our family heritage.
"what do you imagine?"
the question asked to me.
my mind was focused on building good future
to help orphans, widows and some desperate
people who lost hope in life.
Most hard thing in life
is to force to live
where you found
hated by majority
people innocently.
It will take longtime
for this people to love
you no matter they know
your big contribution
among them.
They will always try
to put you down
So you may
doubt yourself
which is very
impossible.
As a big thinker,
called by God to
do his Will, very smart
in planning your things
no matter thousands
of ignorant challengers
who don't see your loyalty,
courage , confidence
and self dedication
in the hard journey which
will benefit them generally.
It always happen for some
ignorant people to reject
good vision which is
to enlightened them
And continue dwelling
into darkness wantonly.
Majority pharisees and
scribes leaders found
hard to join Christ Jesus
due to collapsion of some
church businesses which
enriched them in the
name of the Lord.
June 22nd 2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
The future belongs to those who believe
in the beauty of their dreams. -Eleanor Roosevelt
Some people with good dreams
Focus on their best plans daily
And they can not be misleading easily
As they Understand their heavy destinies.
Some people with good dreams
Think the most about God 's blessings
Which they carry no matter many challengers
In their lives but they will still making good things.
Some people with good dreams
Can be the most hated by the majority members
Of some communities because of envy and jealous
Which some people wish to be their secrets masters.
June 17 /2023
Written for poetry contest
sponsored by Sotto poet
A letter to whom
it may concern
That Cancer, aids, corona failure of kidney and heart etc
Incurable and deadly diseases are not the way of punishment.
Mistakes make both
Educate and sinner man
But selfish man can't judge
What he had done.
Then punish him
Such the cruel way
Looks injustice and cruelty
And against your divinity.
For Challengers or breakers
Of Your Golden rules
Almighty impose power
To punish them in You.
The victims is poor and innocent
He doesn't know the way,
How to live in your world
So he is not worthy to get punish that way.
I shall pray and beg
Ten thousand times and more
To pleased You
So injustice remains no more.
Please bless and gift me
If I bow my head in your honor
By stopping and replacing
Deadly diseases very sooner.
It is depand on You
Make people sicker and mighty
So once more consider
The rules of panel code Almighty.
With an Ovation of peers and fans
he stood and smiled."non Best:but
me" he said looking at those who
wished to dethrone him. He than
promised every person to the right
of him a tommorrow. He said that
there defeat might cause them
depression and those that would regress
to vinacat there yesterdays might that
same vinadation allow him to reclaim
that which he would
reearn. He swore by the Genius of his
mangment and and praised those who
beleived in C4H2L. ( the formula of success).
No fool in Literary matters: "might the book
be witten that the scribers wish to write"! The
challenger before me shall meet defeat.One
most make the podium; one most walk up to
the stage to perform main eventers and paper geeks.
The trophy represents the champion. Challengers beware!
Digital Takeover! Coda! Coda! Coda!
Still, somehow, a man of purest valor:
From nothing flees - please, add Hard Labor.
In labor finds his fun and ardor,
At home nose for wild beasts’ odor…
But he can’t lectures give on Labor:
Exactly where he’s got no valor;
Merely keeps repeating “Field Labor
Johnson shall continue to savor!”
To this moment, some man of valor,
Towards challengers walks no armor,
Sometimes wearing a smile of humor:
A ship sure to berth at its harbor.
Now, sad battles with a brain tumor,
Valor to end with a tremor,
A wonder he still retains humor
Right eye on son, his left on labor.
Nick's sword of mischief is ready,
The thrusts to be ever steady
For those he is sure are heady,
Now controllable, soon an eddy...
Nick's challengers need steely sword,
Until they accept a Made Lord,
Palm wine has failed with its swell gourd;
No one has ever pleased a horde.
Nick shall reached throats slash with his sword,
Now it's without doubt the Spring Board
For proclaiming himself First Lord
His sword at the back of his Ford...
Too bad for who'd lived in Oxford
And his English Last Name: Clifford.
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