Differentiate Poems

Moon

In the middle of the scorching hot sun
I met a breeze.
It was fair, 
tall, and calm.
The breeze smiled,
I don't know for who,
maybe for me, 
maybe for the universe.

His frame was cold,
yet for some reason, 
he was warm.

His smile was the most endearing thing that had ever existed.
he looked so beautiful, like a pure white cloak, dancing along with the wind. 

He left a very strong impression,
He looked like a stoic person.
But the more I see of him, 
the more he seemed to be a genuine person.

Dark tiny dots,
I guess the word "beauty mark" 
really wasn't just a mark people use to differentiate a person,
but a sign that a person is truly loved,
it's a perfection, a confession,
a mark of eternal love.

In a world

In a world full of snakes 
How do you tell which is poisonous 
Each identical
Yet some harmful

In a world full of political parties 
How do we know which one is all inclusive 
Different paths 
But the same ending?

In a world full of smiles
How do you differentiate between lie and truth
When promises are empty
And lies become identity

In a world of corrupt politicians
How do you decide which one is genuine
Are they playing nice for their campaign?
It's hard to trust when they've no shame

In a world that favours white 
How do we expect change 
When history is the same 
When past and present live in the same age

In a world that fights for power
How do we become equal
When the world is against black people
When life is a climb to superiority

In a world that lives in delusion 
How do we escape ego 
When they are blinded by privilege 
When they lead without reason

A Passing Object

for who i am right now,
i'm but the result of someone's monstrous generosity
first they would show you the bright colors
and later sink their teeth into your skin
was it a cactus hidden among the flowers?
or was it a snake in the lake?
this poet couldn't differentiate as
they both share their thorn and fangs with you
and for so long, i tried to make sense of it all
only to realize i was a passing object you never needed

Eternal Destiny

In spite of being born into a world that is TAINTED,
At some point in our lives, we become ACQUAINTED
With the subjects of time and FINALITY.

We become aware of our own MORTALITY,
And if we are fortunate, we embrace MORALITY.

We learn that the demise of every living ENTITY
is a CERTAINTY; And we learn to differentiate
between FICTIONALITY and REALITY.

If we are wise, we develop a sense of THEOLOGY;
And we are grateful if we are blessed with LONGEVITY.

Our departing is a vital and unavoidable link to our
DESTINY and a divine transitioning into ETERNITY.

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Cosmic Love

The mesmerizing view of northern lights, 
Finally forms into a cosmic image, 
I see my love descending from the heavens,  
attired in vivid colors of the cosmic waves of rays. 

Is it the soul or a cosmic image of my wandering love? 
I can’t differentiate, till I find myself lying in a flowering grass pad, 
With our bodies united and souls intertwined, 
She points to the moon, where her beauty lies. 

In the starry skies, the moon shining bright, 
She asks who is prettier, moon or me.
The only answer I have from my heart, 
When I see you, I forget about the moon. 

In the dawn early rays from the sun, 
She does not want to go, she is draped in red, 
Soon the sun will get brighter, her aura will disappear, 
She will be gone for a while, but I will be waiting forever. 

 

 

Worry

I sometimes worry knowing poetry can be so subjective, you know

And yet, I still choose poetic verse to enounciate my story, but doing so I still worry 

I choose poetry to mail my experiences through similes, imagery, and silliloquies but still I worry that the meaning of my words aren’t reaching 

like the voices in your heads aren’t hearing my warnings 

I’m calling. But i keep receiving. Voice mail.

It’s hard for me to differentiate poetry from the meaningless rhymes and word crimes In my haystack mind 

Pricked by the cold, bitter sweet needle of reality
Revealed by the snitching blood of my poetry, sharp but not unexpected 

It’s biology, a mystery. An art. A story. 

Bitter sweet the sting until we realize it’s reality 
Bringing light, to the colour of life and it’s futility

Im afraid to live because of my worry - 
I’m afraid to speak because of my poetry -

It burdens my words, painted red with the blood of poetry witch flows in my veins unknowingly- 

I bleed into the world but worry covers the stain.

Moral Attributes

Every person has an attributes 
That differentiate him from others
Some people are attributed by wisdom 
Others are attributed by reason 
And some people are attributed by honesty 
But good morals bring together all good qualities 
And you will leave an imprint 
That will not disappear 
Even after your departure 
Hold on to your morals and you will rise.

Repentance In Action

Pharisee Simon gave meals to Jesus, the Bible says.
Did he wash his feet? Did he give him a fraternal kiss?
All these a woman of the town did in her unfeigned ways
Did she long for freedom from her sins and eternal bliss?

Tears, like the floods of a monsoon, cascaded from her eyes.
With these, she washed the feet of Jesus; wiped them with her hair.
She poured alabaster on him, as though he were her prize.
With its scent, rose in Simon, unsolvable questionnaire.

Why doesn't he discern plums from bitter-guards? Simon thought.
Doesn't he differentiate good women from street girls?
From cynicism, Simon's mind to optimism, Jesus brought
From love, as per Jesus, forgiveness, like blossoms, unfurls

The woman left, like a new-born, sins forgiven, grace-filled.
At the all-holding nature of Jesus, each one was thrilled.

Sight Fights To See

When eyes fail to differentiate love and hate
Consult doctor Christ because the sight fights to see. 

July 16/2023

Disciplined Men , Most Hated By Majority Women

Many women find easy to hate strict men in their lives but displined men are always the best men on this earth. 
Quote by poet

                          You can be a disciplined man 
                      And being  hated by some women 
                               For few secrets reasons 
                      Which they feel shame to tell others. 

                     Some wives can hate their husbands 
                         Because of controlling their lives
                            Which is  part of their duties 
                   As good men who care for their families. 

Some women always failed to differentiate 
Being married,  in relationship and single 
When they want so called" freedom"
In the house which can become a problem.

Don't be surprised when a woman takes 
Her feelings so serious than her responsibilities, 
And turn to hate some disciplined guys 
When trying to show her some life realities. 


                       June 20th / 2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe 
Mussabwa Chris

Grey

Grey

Today the sky is grey 
Yesterday the sky was grey 
and so was the day before
Nothing less and nothing more
I would rather less
I would rather more
A clear sky
A warm day 
The sun shining on my face
A deep dark clouded sky
A chill in the air
The smell of ozone filling your lungs
The rain pelting your skin with the force of a bullet
Drenched
As if all surrounding area was encased in water
But no
No dark clouds 
No clear sky 
No sun coming to say hi
No thunderclap or lightning strike nothing to differentiate the days gone by

Looking For Milk From Male Buffaloes

When your eyes fail to differentiate  white wood glue and milk, your death is ringing."
                                                 Quote by poet

As  he was 
Waiting for some supports
from some people 
Who hate
To see his  progress.
One man came 
and told him," 
You saw how female buffaloes
 Were slaughtered  innocently.
Now you have courage to get milk 
From male buffaloes. 
Did you lose your mind? " 
For sure he sounded
Losing brains. 
How hard is
It to get supports 
From people who always
 Pray for your quick 
Daith
And
God
Still rejecting 
Their trillions 
Daily prayers?
Are you blind 
Or deaf dear? 
Do you understand 
Yourself please? 
Don't call your early 
Daith
 When some good people 
Still need you on this earth. 
Don't force impossible
To turn possible 
In wrong time.
Hope your ears 
Heard 
This wise piece of poetry
Your most welcome. 

By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe 
        Mussabwa Chris

Bantu Poem, Shahiri Mussabwa 14

When a single woman is 
Behind your success  
,You leave her and 
___________________________

Marry an  other woman, 
You will fail to differentiate 
Angels of God  and demons.

May 07/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe 
          Mussabwa Chris

Message: 
Majority  bantu single women
Support bantu single men
For their future
Secret benefits. 
They always  
Count all their contributions
 Like someone who is
 Saving in the bank. 
It always be problem
To a single man 
When he wants
To marry a woman of his 
Choice who did not help him in struggle.
Remember It is always 
Hard to force love 
And money can not buy true love.

Surgeon

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