There's no green shoots
to our romance
she liked Numan
I liked Howe
I feel alone now
when she planned to
leave the sit so aptly
All she had our meeting down to
was a chat
when I gave my best
of poetry and photography
and music
You were not as deep
as you made out
despite being a coordinator for Covid jabs
We feel that we know you completely
But all we know is a little only.
We speak about our achievements in a pompous way
And often forget to notice the silent performer in you.
You never feel bad for being the outlet of our anger.
But you are the one who satiates everyone’s hunger.
Your grandchildren may consider you as an old granny.
But they’ll stun when come to know your accomplishments.
If we glide into the previous pages,
We can find how you...
Nourished as a mother!
Preached as a teacher!
Supported as a life-partner!
Harmonized as a coordinator!
Resolved as a chief advisor!
Your thoughts as innocent smiles of rich hued blooms
And actions with the glory of unseen suffused scent
You are the real all-rounder
And you are the best Giver!
PLACED: 1ST
A Mother's Love, Tributes of Love for Mother's Day Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: BJ Legros Kelley
03-05-2022
The doctor in the headlights is Debra Birx
Obama's nominee! Is that a quirk? --
Now that she works for Trump
Pelosi wants to lump --
Birx in with pseudo-science quacks and jerks
Dr. Deborah L. Birx was nominated by
then-President Barack Obama, and easily
confirmed by the U.S. Senate, to be the
United States' Global AIDS Coordinator.
(Were you opposed to her then, Nancy?)
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In Harvard they teach economics -
How to catch mackerel with sprat;
How to hunt land with titles
And dance upon the ash of nation.
No,your bait is not melancholy,
I say you bait is not melancholy Minister:
Havard, World Bank,Paris Club.
If only Nation lifted the veil,
Mirage would not be oasis.
Now Nigeria cries
In the chain she thought you broke;
Your nation bleeds
In billions and billions you winged.
Doctor, Director, Coordinator,
Tell me,please tell me now;
Why you burned the barn.
She charmed me with a smile and calmly spoken words
words which had a lulling effect on the storm inside me
the storm of anger brewing inside me already radiating
i knew she felt the warmth radiated by my body as i grew hot
i knew she was a bit vexed but she wasn't allowing it to show
choosing to call me my dear and the smile oh... am disarmed
Slowly my anger webbed out and i found me smiling at her
totally taken in by her calm exterior and that inner charm
she made me feel relaxed and i opened up easily to her
she made me forget why i was angry.. accepting her solution
the answer would have faced my rejection..if another offered
her assurances making me apologize for she was very lovely
shes' the reception at my coordinators office at the campus
the gracious coordinator inst in today.. she did lets off that..
tomorrow the principle wont' be in either shes on a function
you can bet i will be there and the day after.. for really who needs
who needs anger management therapy when you can meet her....
the most charming lady she just smiles and you forget the fury.. a she
lewis k nyaga
@mku campus
THIRTEEN
They say the number 13 is unlucky any day,
However you may see it, misfortune’s on the way.
I beg to differ with them, for that is not my tale;
Real blessing it has for me, it oft seems to prevail.
The many times God’s blessed me in extraordinary ways
Each time it has a 13 somewhere within that day.
Enjoy the number 13? You may not like to do,
No? I’ll take number 13 if it is not for you!
Acrostic of THIRTEEN--dedicated to our church music coordinator Stacy Withers.
That tall professor
Taught us literary criticism,
Himself a competent critique;
Often quoted Shakespeare,
Iqbal, Mir and Rumi.
Looked really worried
For the unnoticed evils in society,
Wrinkled his nose,
Protruded his lips.
And I would recall with love
The Utopian society,
The two romantic-poet-friends talked of.
And once I showed him in his office
A short picnic-poem,
He said,
Ok! But improve your Thematic Concern.
And when I asked to please explain,
His unwashed, perhaps Peon
Interferingly said,
“It is easy! Bigger themes means
Subjects, a society’s benefited somehow!”
Has drawn all the bills
And left unknown, with a mere message
Through the coordinator,
“I have finished all their course of lectures.”
Ah! In twenty-minutes’ three lectures.
be careful not to become
someone’s project of
compassion---
for there are those who
find a way to fill themselves
(the hole so deep & bleeding)
up by taking care of another
in such a manner that attachments
may form between
the project & the project
coordinator (PC)---
where there had not been a
hole, now one can be drilled
so as to make the two
co-dependent,
where the PC
needs the project to fulfill them
&
the project becomes
dependent on the agency of the
PC, forgetting themselves,
forgetting their own individuality in
the process &
if the project does not come to
fruition in exactly the way that
the PC sees fit,
they may throw a tantrum,
which minutes ago
did not seem possible,
because they had been looked up
to, they had been admired,
they had been thought to be
flawless?
wise?
capable of sustaining positive
change inevitably?
ahh, but they were only human
the whole time.
Just a day in my life,
So there I was, after being at home for a year
stepping into a community centre
With no experience, just my wit and big mouth
from being a secretary, a position of project coordinator was created
so little me, could hone my skills…
The most rewarding part would have to be
The privilege of working with abused women
their stories were scary,
sometimes crying with them seemed to be the best option
To comfort them, words were never enough
but in the end they stepped out,
Some went back into the situation,
While others who stayed strong became the success stories,
My sincere hope is that those that went back, have been empowered to know
That it’s not supposed to be that way...
Contest: The Work You Do
Placed: 3rd
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