Cloudburst, furious flood
Damaging drains, soiled soil
Erosion, gully, death.
Boiling mad torrent
Sweeping, digging, dragging.
All unto the stage
where the earth
swallowed the hearth
Leaving in its wake a dearth
of life.
Turbulence in the Ocean
from the macabre
dance of debris and dirt
Burying the rock in the muck.
Yet amid the chaos
a new life begins
with passion and pain.
Culled from "Echoes of the Savannah" © Makinde Adebayo ADENIYI, 2024
In public, it shows dominance
it threatens and pretends
But later on in private calls
it grovels to make friends
It begs the leaders to make deals
they mock it everywhere
The butt of jokes, the world around
it thinks that it’s a player
Filled with all the foulest traits
a creature can contain
Greed and racist, bigotry
a narcissistic stain
And every place the Thing has been
its putrid stench remains
Lingering and poisoning
more gullible, weak brains
Betraying all our allies
and making them our foes
Damaging our friendships
in its dirty roadside shows
The GOP relinquished
all its power to the Thing
They trashed the Constitution
and replaced it with a king
Now the Democrats must fight
to knock it off its throne
For we’re the fruit from all the seeds
Democracy has sown
Sun is seen a flaming ball in the sky,
Darting down pointed spears of smarting beams.
Horrid heat waves, from the smoked earth, rise high.
For drops of water, the thirsty earth screams.
The waterlogged piece of land has gone dry.
The soil is arid and left cracked and parched.
Drying crops have made farmers sadly sigh.
The once lush green meadows are lying scorched.
Sun's heat, like a spiteful scorpion’s sting,
Burns, damaging the flesh and the bared skin.
The fiery tongues of humid summer fling,
Licking up the last residue of green.
The dry leaves under the feet whine and moan
Etna seethes, birds and beasts, for water groan!
Haunches and Paunches
It’s strange to say,
but people who sit on their haunches
develop fat paunches
but, say, isn’t it usually the other way?
Definition
Procrastination is
a synonym for pure laziness
without, however,
the indecision of the former.
Unhappy
Do you wake up every day
bereaved in sorrow,
because yesterday passed away
and today will tomorrow?
Truism
In the matter of sexuality
men prefer promiscuity
to unguarded adultery:
the first allows selectivity
the second, the notoriety
of damaging publicity.
His Libido
Her husband’s libido works like sap,
rising only in the spring, and slow at that.
Food for Thought or Nought?
Given all the choicest of foods we eat,
and what it becomes in the end,
shouldn’t it make us wonder what it is we eat,
and is it worth the money we spend?
My friend comes through and talks to me,
With their stuck nails being all I can see.
Instead of listening further,
I get my wrench and try to loosen the nails,
Trying to make them no longer be a problem.
However, what I couldn’t see,
Was that my wrench was damaging the nails,
The ones in my friend,
And they were only getting tighter in their flesh.
I reflect on my wrench, and I feel it’s broken.
But when I reflect some more, I realize it’s not broken.
Wrenches aren’t able to get nails out.
They would’ve asked for my nail puller if they wanted me to do that.
Even then, the pain of the nail would still be there from the force.
If I listened more to my friend, and stopped putting fixing their problems up to me,
Maybe the nails would’ve actually come a bit looser less forcefully,
And this, because I love them, I wish I could see.
When grief became a shadow
It felt as if nothing else mattered
Like a sudden darkness
Raining down upon us
Like sucking the light from our eyes
Like a wound opened multiple times
It follows you like a stalker
Creepily walking behind you
Keeping an eye on your every moment
And when you think you outsmarted it
When you take a deep breath and treasure the moment
It strikes when you are most vulnerable
Stealing your breath
While watching you struggle
The weight of what could've been haunts you
Wishing you didn't give in to the world's cruelty
Whishing you could travel back to the moment
When the world taught you, your skin was a problem
Telling the broken you
You love them
When the world forces you to carry perfection
Whilst teaching white children that their skin equates to perfection
Wishing the world could see
How damaging trauma can be
When you make black kids believe
That they are a crime against humanity
Carrying it to their teens
And through adulthood
believing
A world harbouring their envy
When in reality
It's us They want to be
CULTIVATORS OF GOD
Living peacefully,
plowing up damaging wars,
let’s cultivate life:-
The Joplin EF5 blew into Joplin Missouri the evening of May 22, 2011
Before this tornado had eaten its fill, 158 people went to heaven.
This EF5 was a mile wide; she was on the ground for over twenty miles.
No one was safe; there was a lot of terror, and few smiles.
Damaging four thousand homes, injuring over eleven hundred people.
Destroying the hospital, and eight churches, leaving not a steeple.
The costliest single tornado in US history, says a reference book.
Her death toll was the highest since 1947 if you want to take a look.
The Joplin EF5 was the first EF5 tornado since 1947, before I was alive.
I cannot envision the horror of this catastrophe, terrified of every EF5.
.
think uv it
i'm think'n
hm
yesss
the first stood
naked
whut could be
sooo
damaging
az
that
and i don't mean
after
ten or more breast feedz
though we can
rib sum
My scars lives inside and out seems undetectable to
the unaided eye. These scars
Damaging effects traumas, pangs layers of scars one
may not understand, Me, Myself and I. These scars
Curveballs of epiphanies, tactics; Full of blindside's
thrown at me in all directions, now in distress and
torment wants to be friend me. These scars
Booby traps launched beyond one's control. These scars
Questions often hovers over my crown why? I deserve
these damaging effects. These scars
Pondering should I throw in the towel? Almost held me
hostage, draining my will to press on towards my journey.
These scars
I'm no longer your prisoner set me free, So I can meet my
destiny, you no longer have power over me. These scars
Ocean Waves Splashing on the Shore
Bigger and Bigger Then Ever Before
But What Can We Do
Since We Turned Our Back on You
Mud Slides Rolling down the Hill
Everything in its Path Being Killed
But What Can We Do
Since We Turned Our Back on You
Mighty Winds Are Blowing
Winter Storms with Heavy Snowing
But What Can We Do
Since We Turned out Back on You
The Weather Seasons Are Changing
The Mighty Storms Are Damaging
But What Can We Do
Since We Turned Our Back on You
Water Disappearing in the Mighty Lakes
As the Earth Suffers from Our Mistakes
But What Did We Do
Since We Turned Our Back on You
Earth Never Be the Same
And Only Us Can Take the Blame
And What Did We Do
Except Turned Our Back on You
September 4 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Ezekiel 21-22
Key Verse – Ezekiel 21:17 I will also smite mine hands together, and I will cause my fury to rest: I the LORD have said it.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR CAUSING HIS FURY TO REST
Praise be to God for causing His fury to rest for the:
Repentant ready for His restoration
Ransomed rejoicing in His redemption
Renewed reaching-out by His righteousness
Revived replenished through His rejuvenation
Rebellious returning to His reproving redirection
Ezekiel 21:24 Praise be to the Lord for correcting us
of our iniquities and transgressions that we:
Confess as defiling and sinful
Consider displeasing and selfish
Cling to which are damaging and spoiling
Cleave unto but are destructive and smiting
Courageously detest now with sincere supplication
Ezekiel 22:14 Praise be to the Saviour
for dealing with us by His:
Truth along His judgment
Trustworthiness midst His justice
Triumph against jeopardizing jokes
Testimony toward jubilant joyousness
Territory thrusting jobs of jealousy-jerks. Amen!
September 4, 2024
Disagreement, discussion, and debate are not indicators of hate.
When fetuses die and their mothers no longer cry, we are practitioners of infanticide.
Becoming rich from a Washington hitch is evidence you are a crooked son of a be-itch.
Segregation and diversity mandates are damaging constructs designed to divide and each are a disgrace of equal distaste.
You need it to drive, you need it to fly, you need to buy, voter IDs are not Jim Crow and when you say so, it clearly shows who paints from a racist tableau.
Those who skew NEWS based on their political views are liars and should be considered pariah’s.
When you deny biology in favor of an alphabet ideology there can be but one conclusion; you are possessed by demons of delusion.
People who say God is not boss and reject Jesus’s work on the cross are wandering through life blinded and lost.
As the wind starts to spin
Blowing everything from without and within
Damaging property in it’s path
Getting this and missing that
The sirens blare in alert
It starts to gain power and thirst
Cycling faster and faster
Picking up sound a pending disaster
Everyone and everything is running for shelter
Underground getting out of the weather
First a silence than a roar
As it shakes and rattles the floor
In the bathtub you must hide
To stay put is suicide
Nothing is safe from its power
Choosing what to destroy and devour
Pulls a tree out of the ground
Grabs it and spins it around
Throws it far and wide
As it moves through the sky
Destruction is all it knows
As the energy grows
Then it is gone in a flash
The beauty of the rainbow at last
Another One Left Alone
Just a little rant to say
the news from work was not okay!
An unattended child was left on a bus somewhere,
pretty sure that child had a scare.
Twenty-one minutes alone on a bus to summer camp.
That driver will get the pink slip,
because when a child is alone on a bus for any length of time
that is damaging to the child in the mind.
If you are a bus driver,
or a monitor like me,
searching the bus is not crazy.
When the last child gets off the bus
walk to the back and don't fuss.
Examine the seats one by one
then on the floor before you call in “done.”
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