For things of beauty
Constantly am I searching,
Despite the bleakness.
I was awakened
by a kookaburra’s screams
a crackling bushfire…
this parched yet amazing land
is forever in my dreams
Honied chasers soothe mixed thinks
Life and Knowledge, lethal links
Snakes and trouble bloom at night
Eden’s Garden despite its spite
In my frailty, God works in His might
upholding me against weakness' pain
toward effective functional gain
surmounting my human nature blight...
Despite frailty brought by carnal mind
the Saviour reaches me with His grace
endowing strength to win in life's race
midst blest restoration He designed...
Admitting frailty of sins' sorrow
my soul confesses selfishness' cry
along the guise of pride I defy
causing heart to wallow in deep woe...
Now, I cast to the Lord frailty's deed
toward heavenly soar by faith's bliss
as prayer comes from spirit's abyss
to do His will, freed from guilt indeed.
Triumphant* against frailty's attack
I do stay in my divine Fortress
seeking His peace to vanquish distress
He assures with great compassion-pack.
*Psalms 25:2 O my God, I trust in thee: let me not be ashamed, let not mine enemies triumph over me.
February 4, 2026
2nd place "Pick-A-Title, Vol 55" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 2/20/2026
I wonder what it is that you like me.
An alien eye if looks me nigh longer,
It upsets you all day as I can see,
And you simmer what with suppresst anger.
I know, I feel your feelings innermost--
A fair taste of orange juice sour and sweet,
And still, why in our spats I’ve always lost?
Maybe, in strange ways you get your goals hit.
I’d paint your love like a sudden shower,
A fruit with a hard husk, sweet-soft inside,
Strange floral fragrance wafting from far bower,
And yet, the truth may reside far aside,
For, love’s less of why, more despite it all,
As if from vague within cometh its call.
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Sonnet | 03.01.2026 | heart, love, reason, she,
Love reigns by God’s grace
Exuding kindness so blest
Smiting travails' woe
Conquering fortuitous pain
Highlighting care’s radiance…
With God’s grace is hope
Vibrant despite gloom of fear
Vanquishing despair
Triumphing over worry
Championing faith’s wonders…
Peace thrives midst God’s grace
Soothing anguish of heart ache
Freeing soul from guilt
Bringing joy with pardon glow
As forgiveness does prevail…
While God’s grace abounds
Mercy shines with good delight
For gratitude bliss
Showcasing worshipful praise
Yon spirit's blest revival.
Despite it all I think we must admit when chips are down
that we have no real reason to complain.
Though every day we swim against the flow so not to drown,
we always have what it takes to sustain.
We read of Manna falling in the desert long ago
when Moses lead Isreal across the land,
and wonder how these people could complain like that, you know.
How is it that they didn’t understand?
Yet we are worse than them considering all God’s given us,
and the extent of His works in our day.
We’ve lived the lives of kings midst miracles so numerous
and just like Isreal we have found a way
to justify our countless golden idols and our greed.
No, we’ve not changed a bit from then till now.
We didn’t learn of Manna – you don’t take more than you need,
yet we still think we’re pleasing God somehow.
But despite it all, the promised land still lies ahead.
Like Isreal, amongst us there’s a few -
our children who have faith enough to be content with bread.
Yes, children of the promise through and through.
She feels her heart beat in her chest
She feels the air fill in her lungs
She hears the thoughts begging them to stop
Please stop
It hurts
But her heart keeps beating
Her lungs keep breathing
And despite everything,
She keeps living
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
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