Another day
Another hour
This day will be over
And the night will be here
I will be sleeping
By then
Yes I go early to bed
Every night
And when I have my
Sweet dreams while I sleep
We are going to have
Some warm weather
It is coming
I can't wait for that
Amen
The end of winter is here
It will end soon
And the birds will be back
Home again
And I will be able
To hear them again
All I have to do
Is open my windows
And let the air circulate
Inside my house
And the birds every morning
Will wake me up
With their beautiful tunes
Life changes in a twinkle of an eye;
Naira notes of low value seems high.
One billion naira in bank-: thousand birds in bush,
One thousand naira at hand-: billion get caught with a push.
It doesn't matter the FLOAT in your account,
What matters is the available handy amount.
It doesn't matter how much,
But the little one and its touch.
It doesn't matter if charges are bearable,
What such pains speak are unbearable.
It doesn't matter if you last five hours on queue-
What UNABLE TO DISPENSE cum turn subdue!
POS attendants are seen growing wings,
But they can't fly with MONEY PURCHASED stings.
Bankers hands are off the cause of scarcity,
Opposite CBN directives to circulate off adversity.
Blame should be on who for this loud whistle?
What's on everyone's wrists more than an epistle.
To traders selling cash to POS attendants,
Thanks for been such good assistants.
Living in the world of OPPOSITE at the moment...
Should not make the wrong people an atonement¡
2023 mad
beyond
normality
far-away
looks
of contemplation
wayward
innocent
embodiments
in
subliminal
motifs
of
passive
consciousness
&
perception
illumed
insights
faculties
aberration
of awareness
in
authentic
transcription
the
inconceivable
inhibited
attuned
to
sensibility
within
inchoate
contingent
stimuli
individual
thresholds
inseparable
preludes
drift
&
circulate
in
a repertoire
of
shadowed
silence
The mind is like a system, it has to flow, if it is caged, it gets clogged.
Clogged and hurting it finds a way to release the pressure of the pain or joy it wants to send.
Like thoughts and hurts and happy moments, they want to be out there and feeling grand.
So, like a clog in the drain, our body needs to move and circulate with our own special way of self-regulating.
So, remember if you are in pain, if you have stress, release it in ways that will bring you calm.
Sometimes we can get relief by our favorite sports, like walking, running, or swimming.
Sometimes we pray and release our thoughts in our prayers.
Mind clog can make life hard, so learn self-regulating, and make all your days work like a charm.
I hope my rhyme gives you some thoughts on clogs and self-regulating through this life.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Claustrophobic, saturated white walls constrict,
sucking the oxygen from every molecule of deprived blood.
Hypoxic cells circulate through an increasingly unstable body,
whilst rivulets of sweat flow from clammy palms.
Insomniac reality blurs with insidious shadows,
dancing upon the ceiling.
Naive faith keeps insanity just at bay,
but with each sunrise, hope is chipped away.
How much longer can a soul survive without respite
before it splits open—
spilling into the realms of delicious delusion?
Counting spots of dust in sunlight streams
now becomes the norm.
Two hundred yesterday—
is that two hundred and four today?
Slowly losing grip,
twisted nursery rhymes play out in a fracturing mind:
One, two, no one is going to save you.
Three, four, get ready for the relentless gore.
Five, six, they will play with your bones like sticks.
Seven, eight, for this occasion you better not be late.
Nine, ten, you are now in their sadistic den.
Praying for sleep, it never comes,
as reality dissolves
and this phantasmagorical nightmare commences.
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Leaden clouds sweep swiftly in from the north,
Blanketing the sapphire skies in melancholy.
Deafening, rolling thunder cracks
As a mysterious chill sends a shudder up my spine.
A faint knock rasps at my front door;
Whispers circulate, ringing through my walls,
Echoing my name ever so sinisterly.
For twenty and twenty years, I have been happily discontent,
Freezing my sins in lovely seclusion.
Now, a dank darkness drapes this dilapidated sanctuary.
Peering out the curtains, I see death's arrival—
Ruby red roses in my formerly lush garden
Crumbling to ash, fading into the earth.
Elongated fingers peek through the dubious haze.
A cackling booms.
To my right stands an ornate Victorian mirror.
Turning my head, I can see the flames of Hell rage.
What was once just a plane of glass
Has now become a beckoning portal.
Without hesitation, I rip it off the wall,
Smashing the omen, trying to escape an unfathomable fate.
Within seconds, it's fully reconstructed,
Signaling there is no reprieve.
As energy accumulates,
It also creates,
Operates,
In different states.
Obtaining traits,
Learning to propagate,
Designing a substrate,
Continuing to circulate.
It starts to vibrate,
Concentrate,
Learning to duplicate,
A code to translate.
A way to activate,
And begin to animate,
As the air mutates,
Into shapes that fascinate.
Molecules starts to migrate,
As they rotate and calibrate,
Delegate and designate,
Into something great.
One able to captivate,
Encapsulate,
A being to dictate,
How its energy will create.
Covid
commiserate, conjugate
circumambulate around the
circumference of the
continent
covertly circulate
in the crevices of
confederates
cramped, crawling,
crooning in the
cavern of
Copulates
we concurred
that the crisis
was going to confabulate
Covid closure
clamped and comorbid
into crass and crumpled
consternates
constipate crush
collapse and confiscate
curious conjugates
carelessly canned
into cisterns of
congenial but classless
contaminate.
i cannot continue
to calculate
the cost of our
confusion.
The Dummy
Lying in a corner
With a smirk on his face
Eyes wide, not yet moving
Maché thoughts circulate.
Reality assured,
He was ready to go,
Dependency resting
On a hand from below.
His own paralysed hands
In his parodied suit
Did not have the means
To greet or salute.
From whence the desire,
The will and intention?
How to be free from
Ventriloquist intervention?
The God of the dummy
Is beyond belief,
His place in the corner
A God-given peace
Autumn rain fall on leaves like granite stones
Sending September morning on the run
Boisterous thunder rolling in the skies
As September bid the whole word goodbye
Autumn walks in with suitcases and bags
And lean against the wall with a heavy weight
Getting ready to make a new start as fall sets in.
Autumn rains like bullets from the roof
Filling empty vessels with love and blessing
From above, fresh air from the horizon fills
The atmosphere and cool down
the temperature far and near
And an amazing bliss suddenly rise up from
the ground and circulate the galaxy
to heal the broken hearts
and making the universe happy.
The full moon has come and gone
Leaving rays of hope all over the lawn
And autumn rain keeps pouring in
Until the break of dawn.
Autumn in the trees is smiling at me
And the animals are having a grand Jubilee
You should see the old lark on the vine
Screeching and quirking in the autumn breeze.
Oh how it sets my spirit at ease.
She loved me, she whispered in my ear
My ear was thrilled for ecstasy
Ecstasy with unconditional love.
Love became illusions and lies
Lies founded on hatred
Hatred tumbled my heaven
Heaven of virtual love
Love towards a Godot
Godot, a cybernetic Land
Land distant from me
Me deprived of her waters
Waters privation starts thirst
Thirst of man disdains
Disdains because even grass and trees dry
Dry trees circulate no sap and bear no leaves
Leaves hotness flips them down
Down to perish in an environment
Environment burning high
High is the thirst of man
Man suffering heat and thirst
Thirst, nowhere to quench
Quench it to redeem my manhood
My manhood requests particular water
Water makes man’s life
Life in inferno to become dehydrated
Dehydrated are men in such a hell.
Poem by Ndabuli Mugisho
Finally, my blood began to coagulate,
I really did not think this would eventuate.
But now there’s hope I will not exsanguinate,
because I feel my blood now hemagglutinate.
Remain in my blood vessels and just circulate
perfusing all my organs and accelerate
my wellbeing so I’ll not deteriorate
Instead, my condition will reinvigorate.
So, I will live another day to celebrate
the fact, that I should see another birthday date.
Not be a statistic for mortality rate
by bleeding to death, failing to resuscitate.
Please, let this be a lesson not to overstate
the survival secret one must not lacerate
an organ that could bleed out and necessitate
the need then for your blood to just coagulate
Finally, my blood began to coagulate,
I really did not think this would eventuate.
But now there’s hope I will not exsanguinate,
because I feel my blood now hemagglutinate.
Remain in my blood vessels and just circulate
perfusing all my organs and accelerate
my wellbeing so I’ll not deteriorate
Instead, my condition will reinvigorate.
So, I will live another day to celebrate
the fact, that I should see another birthday date.
Not be a statistic for mortality rate
by bleeding to death, failing to resuscitate.
Please, let this be a lesson not to overstate
the survival secret one must not lacerate
an organ that could bleed out and necessitate
the need then for your blood to just coagulate
"Finally my blood began to coagulate,"
the second stage of hemostasis -- how great!
First I applied pressure to the bleeding spot,
the platelets circulate to stop it (a "clot.")
Coagulation forms a more solid wall,
in other words: a scab (helps after a fall).
That tough thing is just a temporary patch;
could bleed again, like My Girl's "blood brothers" scratch.
The vocab: "hemo" means blood, "stasis"-- stands still;
this natural process shows God's powerful skill:
to keep flowing blood --in, and harmful germs --out,
the fibrous platelet plug closes the vein's spout.
Keep it clean, and with time, the skin looks like new;
(a scar may remind me the pain I went through).
The skin's remodel is "fibrinolysis,"
but what makes it ALL better-- is mother's kiss!
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Coagulation Starter Poetry Contest (just started with the first line provided by the contest assignment, and I went from there, putting myself in this situation, which I have manuevered before... scientific reference I drew from: "Hemostasis" -- a Cleveland Clinic article medically reviewed in 2021).
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