Let my heart flood thee with my words
I can’t fight the war of love
But i can search your soul for romantic moments
I know no words of sincerity but over the years lovers have turned fouls
I am yet see you waiting for me with coffee
But let that day be tonight
Let us yield in love and peel off this mask of fear in us
Tonight let me kiss your lips
Let me embrace your chest in my arms
Let me separate your legs all night long
Let’s not sleep together but lets make love
Please bear me my cubs out of your womb
Remember out of love must they be born
Tonight let your phone warm up to my call
But please let me rejoice in your towers of sweetness
Last weekend i couldn’t connect to your heart due to network
Please do not turn me away again
Chui munga the poet
Amid the darkness
And despair and doom,
View the blazing sun
And azure sky...
Or the silvery moon
And nightly black
When the living rest
After a day of light.
Grasp your hands
And flex your fingers,
Be grateful for
Limbs that move:
Legs to carry
You through the day
And arms to fold
On your chest at night.
Feel blessed for breath
That wakes you
Every morning,
For the power to yawn
And stretch,
To frown
Or smile,
To greet a new day.
In this new normal
Of a not-so-gentle world
Of confusion and chaos
Be kind,
For we share one life.
Be thankful for tears,
For to love is to cry and
To die is to have lived.
Despite doom
And despair
Be grateful
To be alive,
To see the sun
And the moon,
For what is the alternative.
One two buckle shoe
Don’t be late for church today
Burying baby
Despite Rainy Weather!
Rain serpentine,
May give a bleak fume,
But Barbara & Chaim measure,
Out clever the uneven,
Together make room,
One for the other,
Surely not squeaky clean,
Nor, smothering “Unum”,
Breathing smooth as suede leather,
Soft width awe, we dream,
Making “Boo Boos” numb,
19! Gematria Ahuvah!
Unum as in one E Pluribus Unum
Ahuvah is Beloved in Hebrew
Created from clay
yet possessing image of God
my heart glows with redemption’s grace
persisting to champion miracles
against human nature’s wreckage...
Thus, I can move mountains.
Gripped with divine presence
my faith trusts the Holy Spirit
strengthened to conquer trials
subduing torments of guilt midst pardon bliss
toward triumphant eternity...
Indeed, I can move mountains*.
*Matthew 17:20 “And Jesus said unto them... If ye have faith as a grain of mustard seed, ye shall say unto this mountain, ‘Remove hence to yonder place’; and it shall remove; and nothing shall be impossible unto you.”
January 2, 2024
1st place, "I can move mountains" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon; judged on 3/2/2024
Sadist sadiq says; Londons having ulez
And he; only, he'll decide.'
Only he'll decide.!
Sadist sadiq says, we all need ulez
With cameras both near and wide.'
Sadaist sadiq says; sadist sadiqe says
And you will comply, ...You must comply '
Sadist sadiq says; its not
Yet; house arrest,
'When it is; he will, decide.'
Then he'll decide.!
Sadist, sadiq says you will, get through
Each day, with angst for what you'll find.?
There will be mad laws; oft without any
Clause, and always some type of fine.'
Sadist sadiq says,..that; He wants your
mind..!
Sadist sadiiq says, schwab has many
Ideas, to add pressure upon your life, you
Must comply, or the world will die, so a cull
Is to end that strife, a cull up-on this; a cull
Upon that, on freedom and healthy lives.'
Sadist sadiq says...Also that you; will comply.!
If you come to my occasion
Maybe birthday or dedication
You'll be to me like a red rag to a bull
Asking for rice knowing the price of a bagful
Our common and daily food
Is becoming an august food
Either our leaders aren't aware
Or they just don't care
This continuous bulging in the price of rice
Coming from a government thought will be super-nice
Is nothing but a rape of hope
Pushing the masses to where they'll never be able to cope
With the lamentation of those who market rice in bagful(s)
And the masses that don't have their pocketful
We don't need a teacher to tell us that the situation has become rotten
Yet they want to make the rotten situation golden
Those who failed to achieve their pocketful of promises
See this rottenness as golden to make many more promises
Our situation is either feast or famine
Which we all need to examine
The rapes and the ravages are too many
that make us pickle
While the precautions are too little that make us tingle
In their timetable they've made it turn by turn
It's left for us to learn or continue to yearn
at times i simply grab your feet and massage them
i make eye contact with you and flirt with you
i tell you that your hair looks nice and that you smell quite nice
you roll your eyes, but you enjoy the massage
i know that you will never say yes, but Prayer is Quite A Vibe
as i continue to massage your feet, i ask if you would like to watch a movie
you tell me to put in 'duel'
internally i cheer and click the appropriate button
i just want to elongate your presence in my presence
you roll your eyes again because you are used to my many slick attempts
i guess after x amount of years, one becomes predictable
you take back your feet and simply turn around and pint at your shoulders
now i roll my eyes and we just laugh quite boisterously
we make eye contact and stay there for a while.....flirting and wondering.....
the movie begins, and i again become your fleece throw blanket
this wise man takes it no further and appreciates A God Gift.....
she is taken now
i step aside
her heart is happy now
i move on with life
her hearing has greatly improved
i stop calling
hear vision has cleared perfectly
i quit all posting
she is settling into being settled again
i put her Christmas card back in the box
if she checks in to say hello, then i will respond with the same
other than that, i must except the truth as is
i prefer the preservation of a beautiful friendship over unnecessary hate
therefore, i chose to accept of God's Gift without questioning His Reasoning
Involve and do your duty
Every duty has a beauty
Blessed by the Almighty
Have a dutiful mentality
Analyze your duty fully
And perform it faithfully
Execute it very carefully
Wrongly do not it willfully
First love your dear comrade
Let attachment be displayed
Let discharge be wisely made
Sincerely game must be played
Shoulder gladly responsibility
Exhibit maximum capability
Prove will-power's invincibility
Believe there is a possibility
Today's worker is tomorrow's boss
See to that comes never any loss
Damage to institution, never cause
Follow strictly all the floating laws.
I'm transparent as someone who doesn't hide
In the shadows...
As the leaf of a decapitated tree...
It's facile to find me, I always live under the sun,
or in sleepless nights...
In every book of poetry I am...
Don't confuse me with men,
simple mortals... I am content and sad,
cosmic brother and friend of life,
I'm a poet !
I give up
Taunted by neglect
He’s vanished again leaving me disturbed
Care diminished during busy times
Guess he wasn’t happy
Winding up I failed unpleasingly
My driven will transpired leaving us sadly separated
Presently humbled with sweets
Weight heavier since we first met
Releasing him with a tear
Hurting deeply, painfully asking
If he really never cared, why can I?
I will pray as dreams are wiser than men
and pursue eating then.
Wherever he is I'm still a human being after all
safe keeping myself despite negligence, carelessness
Enduring a difficult time
withstanding mine.
Vowel omitted ‘o’
10th June 2021
Lipogram Poem Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
The termites still let
the old house remain standing
for many decades.
Despite all pressure
I have myself to blame
If I ever give up
I will never be buried
With this winds of failures
I will never go with
This sea of disappointment
I refuse to say never
Cos I will never give up
Despite all pressure
Despite all pressure
Life is not a bed of roses
So am sure I have to stand tall
So I chose awareness
Instead of fear
Tell me what more
I will I lose
If I lose my focus
I chose to be who
I am
And I chose to win
Despite all pressure
Despite all pressure
My destiny speak
Despite the Strom's
Of life
My faith works despite
The delays of life
My hard work will always
Pay me good despite the haters
After the all the rains of life
My sun will surely shine
Despite all pressure.
A dedication to ebuka Nnoli
A dedication to the new generation
L-ine's
Y-early
Z-estful
A-crostic
F-orm
A-pplies
J-oy
A-nd
R-apture
D-espite
O-bstacles
Topic: Birthday of Lyza P. Fajardo (October 14)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
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