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Dancing on One Leg

Dancing on one leg, 
On one leg we live with agony. 
Agony shapes our wobbly footsteps.
Footsteps made into inaudible power. 

Power blossoms through a series of gaffes. 
Gaffes in life we must encounter.
Encounter the collapse,
Collapse that let us instill how to soar

Soar through tornadoes. 
Tornadoes that hover steadiness
Steadiness leading to respire hesitation. 
Hesitation converts into intensity.

Intensity that coals irrepressible souls. 
Souls molded by cracks 
Cracks that find cadence in the obscure. 
Obscure leads to dawn
Dawn still pirouetting on one leg

Poem by N. Mugisho

Pyre Pedestals

Written: July 30, for contest Sponsored by: Rob Carmack 

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I sketch your pedigree in marrow script,
each speech slice out of salt spines— 
No ledger can fetter the flow of flame,
or control the smell of storm-born mind.
Wombs are pedestals blazed by pyre,
where armor converts into full ember.

Wearable Tech

I think that if I could have wearable tech
it might be a vest that inflates in a wreck.
Perhaps a decoder of lyrics by Beck,
or one that converts between gallons and pecks?
Or lets me run wild in the ship’s holodeck.
But I am afraid if I am circumspect,
it is I that this tech likely tries to inspect,
to direct my actions, make me genuflect.
Big brother, who watches, with powers unchecked!
So with due politeness and all due respect,
This wearable tech is a watch I reject.

Kindness

A little kindness never hurts;
helps heal and often mends.
Your care soothes and diverts
pain of family or friends.
A little kindness never hurts.

When helping those with needs-
sad frown to smile converts.
Gifts of words or deeds
by selfless acts, comfort reasserts.
A little kindness never hurts.

Your gifts- large or small;
a card, dinner, fresh desserts-
or just visits can enthrall.
This giving of yourself asserts-
a little kindness never hurts.

Send a Paper Plane to the Gods

In two weeks,
the Loy Krathong
will begin.
12th in the
Lunar calendar,
atone for a sin.

Floating specks,
like us
but in the sky.
The stars
or the lanterns;
fault of the eye.

To beg for 
forgiveness
to an imaginary friend.
Hence the offerings
galore
faithful until the end.

No one has seen
Or known our humanely ruin;
but we have fantasized.
We still have mosaics, 
delusions, excuses,
never considering if they were lies.

There is no such thing
as truth or deceit
in matters like this.
Strip away the skin and
flesh and bones
a soul trapped in a fist.

It beats,
the fist a prison,
and pleads to escape.
It tries until
it gives up one day,
then it is too late.

So take a fragment
of your essence
hold it in the tips 
of your fingers.
Watch! Its
pure joy 
converts into light
and its warmth lingers.

Once you release it, the light, your
spirit, 
floats in a ship of parchment;
you’re too late, you believe.
But then a glow
slits into your eyes;
you made it part of the sky,
your soul is free.

The Nature's Elixir

Water, transparent
 Pure, precious
 Gold in the presence of the sun
 It jumps over pebbles,
 Eroding its path
 Mustn’t we preserve
 This precious treasure?
The magical potion that quenches thirst
 With only a portion fresh
 Mustn’t we conserve
 This golden treasure?
As it drips down,
  It converts itself
A soothing sound that begs for help
  Mustn’t we save
  This great treasure?
It plunges down the falls,
  Dashing along the river
  Stops at the lovely green lake,
  Meets the vast sea at the coast
  Freezes at the glacier,
  Sprays at the geyser
  Mustn’t we retain
  This priceless treasure?


A part underground,
  The others brimming with salt
  A part polluted,
  Of plastic partly
  Mustn’t we protect
  This delicate treasure?
Provides pearls
  In its depth
  Offers hydration
  That makes us glow
  Mustn’t we guard
  This boon of a treasure?
Without the elixir of life,
  The day disaster rains
  Droughts and deserts pave their way!
Should the day not arrive,
  Mustn’t we help retrieve
  This shimmering treasure?

discoloured palette

cyan blues indigo into nighttime
darkness scorches the soul to the core
hellfire’s charcoal embers 
dissipate lightness of being
achromatic void
engulfs a self-fulfilling promise

rose petals wither by the wayside
trudged and treaded upon
flame red converts to burnt sienna
a mere shadow dances in the heat

hunter green pastels fade in exhaustion
an emerald pendant strings 
a chafed neck in a choking embrace  

mustard gold’s alchemy
folds citric sunflowers
away from its rainbow
where a pot of tar
repeats the circular path

suave mauve corrodes
into rust and necessity’s must
clusters indecision 
and meaningless desire

the prism yields prison
and yet all colours
would merge into white
when the pail becomes 
half full once again
and chakras confide
to the canvass
and the portrait of truth

Kid naps here, daycare!

Kid naps here, daycare!
Sick babies...About those

Kidnaps are there! Out there!
I wish I could, evocation, dowry!

For an already invested $275 nuptial Tyler Mowrey!

Gaza wall and Tel-Aviv- a , embracing in Jackson Church
Sameeha Azra- eel A and a PEER in peer pressure for air fryer
Is your oxygen an EIN? Bargaining overseas? Playing diplomacy? Daunts in ranting ramps where models stood?

Sometimes, data cable is not that a bad idea, where "inna lillah" is also a cliched Hinda call!
Long she served Holly Wood, May she come true among converts and traveler (pilgrims)
further in optimism in selfless "Sufism" not "Sophism or Hedonism",
Sin and Boon are all stamped with the sense of Shame, where the guilt is sensed after all!

Not a river dredging and to make a parable to river shifting, as no longer helpful!
Helpful and no longer! For once, try in Pickthall!

For the end of the time and the beginning, too
Time impeccable is Timeless Allah (SWT) and the all-knowing and all!
In time He begets not, 
In Time He is free from the need of an obgyn, 
of that specialty, departmental.

PRAISE BE TO GOD WHOM WE CAN BESEECH

May 23 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Nehemiah 1-3

Key Verse – Nehemiah 1:5 And said, I beseech thee, O LORD God of heaven, the great and terrible God, that keepeth covenant and mercy for them that love him and observe his commandments. 

PRAISE BE TO GOD WHOM WE CAN BESEECH	

Praise be to God Whom we can beseech for His:
Presence and power that prevail by His providence
Pardon with His peace along His provisions
Performance over our prosperity
Promises toward our prayers
Protection in our progress

Nehemiah 2:8 Praise be to the Lord for His good hand that:
Creates is us good works 
Consecrates us in His gracious will
Carries us toward His governing ways   
Commands us according to His grand Word
Changes us to be His converts by His great worth

Nehemiah 3:5 Praise be to the Saviour for inviting us 
to have a part in the work of the Lord by His: 
Love and redemption
Leadership against rebellion 
Liberty for replenishment along renewal
Lessons on rededication as well as recommitment
Light with life’s laws for ready restoration and revival. Amen!

May 23, 2024

Harbor Forgiveness

Harbor Forgiveness						


His uproar was clear and overt
damage our love in one spurt
wreck Twenty-Ninteen (2019) “Home Port” chert
My soul is deeply deeply burnt

Pure kindhearted intent converts
to mistrust dreadful disconcert
mom, dad overly protection subverts
son’s golden career –- ugly divert

Three against one was no flirt
Cruel heartbreak alone in desert
Heal my ache in bitter dim yurt
I’d rather curse pain than hurt

Why is it, when my heart is hurt
I’d give a sigh of high alert

Will our gentle courtship be revert?   
Self-healing must reassert

Again, again forgive to unhurt
Harbor forgiveness free the hurt

Unrestricted Vision

Written: December 11, 2023
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Intricate depiction of a being?
         That a single hand could create
         Beneficial matters can be evanescent
         When built out of yielding clay?

Molded into fiction, scales, and tails 
         In terms of creative process,
         Ground and airborne entities
         Morph into unthought-of shapes.

A refined intellect creates ephemera
        Quickly under a gentle moonlight
        I'm floating in the swaying elevator
        Regarding heavenly breezes.

Hair converts into poet-trees from poetry
       Yet untamed ideas are captivated
       With the spirals and knuckles
       Brilliant sculptor's vision and decision.

lifting our minds into untamed sight
       Those who grasp this routine are lucky
       And the beholders of moonbeam dreams
       Pursue the path that moves the heart.

Unexpected Coming

Unexpected Coming

By Mark D. Stucky

“Therefore you also be ready, for the Son of Man is coming at an hour you do not expect.” (Luke 12:40)

Nobody expected Jesus
to walk into Starbucks.
What would Jesus order? we wondered.
Why is the Son of Man in Starbucks?
Did Christ come for converts
or just for steaming caffeine?
Did he come to judge
the coffee and the danish?
Would his credit card earn heavenly rewards
that he would redeem for sinners’ souls?
Could I get a cool selfie with the Messiah
and maybe make a viral video for TikTok?
Is the Rapture happening now
without sending notifications?
I wish our orders
had all been ready…
Is it now too late
to get a latte?


(First published in Solid Food Press, 5 November 2023. See also my humorous poems “Missing: God Incarnate,” “Salvation in an App Store,” and “God’s on Mute.”)

(Image by Engin Akyurt on Pixabay.com.)

The Altar of Years

Most of my flying now
is restricted to planes,
feet less able to 
“trip the life fantastic” -- 

age having slowed fast living
to delayed starts and early
finishes – 

joining the genuflecting
lines, many of us
striving for sainthood
in latter years, fingering
rosaries – chanting on knees

converts 
at Altar of years….

On the Crest of a Wave

When sorrow comes riding on the crest of a wave
    It hurts you, converts you
Into someone broken, bruised, brittle and not brave

When passion comes riding on the crest of a wave
   It drowns you and crowns you
With a cryptic caress, and a crazed heart that craves

When delight comes riding on the crest of a wave
   It thrills you and fills you
With sanguine satisfaction, soul sadness to stave

When fury comes riding on the crest of a wave
   It blinds you and finds you
A brazen brochure on how to badly behave

When kindness comes riding on the crest of a wave
   It mends you and sends you
On a smooth streetway that steers your self and does save

When terror comes riding on the crest of a wave
   It bites you and smites you
With a gruesome greeting that's grievous, gruff and grave

When comfort comes riding on the crest of a wave
   It cures you, assures you
Of a freedom from fear and a Friend who forgave

The Act of Kindness

The gift of kindness can't be seen
nor wrapped up as a gift-like scene;
a salve that comforts- pain diverts;
The act of kindness never hurts.

This gift to uplift those with needs:
to take the time with words or deeds,
and watch how- frown to smile converts-
The act of kindness never hurts.

Soft, loving touch on arm or hand-
to help them know we understand.
Each heartfelt gesture reasserts-
The act of kindness never hurts.

All gifts of kindness, large or small-
for just a while- can please, enthrall.
With gifts of time, our care asserts-
The act of kindness never hurts.

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