We humans can swim in water.
Water may lack but we remain humans.
Humans swim through choking dust.
Dust seals the chest with hefty agony.
Agony discomforts the flesh but profiles the drive.
Drive keeps the dying heart booming.
Booming, we sneak through rough stone.
Stone develops wings when we persevere.
Persevere the storm to disrupt the sky.
Sky twists before the incredible endeavor.
Poem by Mugisho NT
A shadow of her former self,
she slowly wastes away.
Her time here only known by Him:
in months, or weeks, or days?
Again, I fear I lack the strength
to stand firm at her side.
Then come in waves, disgust and shame,
to be so weak inside.
In angst she cries, I in remorse,
for peace and to endure,
our doubts, discomforts ebb away,
replaced by something pure.
And not just something, but someone
the schemer ne’er enticed;
weak though we cling, He holds us tight:
our God, our Lord, our Christ.
is rich in shallow pools
and deeper discomforts
that resound unparalleled
in the bells
of forgotten towers
My riches run longer rivers,
over common rocks
in honest colors
your sudden laugh
for a cheap joke
over burnt coffee,
sucked down
before work
on Wednesday
Your hand
on my hair,
where I feel you
honey and vanilla
lotion on your shoulder
You make history
meaningful
After long wait
two seasons of
three months wait
oceans sent us rain,
oh! It has started to rain
amidst uprooted trees
power outrage
discomforts minor
my May flower tree
bloomed this May
hope smiled in me
my heart is happy
it is a message
from mother nature
we can still revert changes.
I started chopping, one by one
the non gratae parts of my Temple,
while unbeknownst to me
pebbles were already spreading whispers
in all directions.
Shh..don’t speak so loud
You might as well keep quiet
Angst is already on her beaten path to the heart.
A path guarded by flowerless magnolia trees
on one side..
and mud cypress trees
on the other side, the one towards the backwater.
Shh..tis nothing but a..
distichum of deciduous discomforts.
It was a sleepless night
Harnessed with discomforts
Soft cushions felt like rocks of ages
Body felt as cracks of thirsty dams
Finally got up and crawled
Downstairs to the kitchen
In search of edibles
Took coffee with a chilly pie
Mesmerized by the sound of wind
I tiptoed outside to catch a sight
Got a snarl of feelings
Like a skein of thread
Stared at the night sky
Quite in sound and loud in lights
Freaky crickets chirp
From beneath grasses.
Leaning on the glass rails,
A cool breeze struck through
This had me now in jumpsuits.
Got a little comfort until sunrise
I felt chills in the morning
Had to visit a physician
The numerous beeps posed fright
Yet it was unavoidable
Multiple tests were conducted
Results revealed parasites in blood
Got a connection with a drip
I was very unwell.
summer leaves
turn golden and red
colorful
foliage
winter haters always dread
wearing longer sleeves
fall colors
smell of burning leaves
allergies
flaring up
watery eyes and noses
not beds of roses
holidays
relieve discomforts
Halloween
Thanksgiving
families get together
birds of a feather
Written September 6, 2022
as if the body destroyed
endure the decline you try to mend
when entering and exiting appointment
and pharmacies and bandages
and palliatives and medicines
and therapies and hopes
and absurd bets
after the unsynchronized years
the age and the intercurrence of the discomforts
as they say putting velvet over the thorns
silently waiting for something wonderful to emerge
from the left end of the brightest star
or else already giving up
sure it finally comes from the distant valley
a warm and fragrant wave
sedation like a fog
cozy and comfortable
that embraces all spoils
of the tortured organic machine
the skin tattooed in the pain of bad days
and drive friendly
in conformity with an almost joy
to the security of nevermore
My generation did what we could
To make the world a better place
But sometimes for our feverish efforts
We got nothing but a slap in the face.
Weighy problems we could not solve
In spite of our many concerted efforts
So, we passed them to the next generation
To find ways to overcome our discomforts.
Overall, we improved the quality of life
Made mistakes along the way, we admit,
Some of them so far-reaching we regret
But, we did not on our laurels sit.
Your world will be different, I am guessing,
From the world that was handed to us
And while I won't be around I am certain
You'll have some thorny issues to discuss.
You won't be able to solve all the problems
Facing you in your new and strange world
Take some time to reflect on the criticisms
At us, your ancestors, you cavalierly hurled.
You won't solve all of your world's woes
Even the ones you are responsible for
But give us even a modicum of respect
And admit we triumphed over some, for sure.
written August 12, 2021
Hollywood Car
David J Walker
I am thinking of moving
To Hollywood
And living in my car
And leave it double-parked
Until I become a star
Though, at my age maybe
Not very practical and at
This stage of life
Not really adaptable to
The discomforts of a
Wanna be star
Living in a car
So
I’m thinking of moving to
Hollywood but
Taking my truck
Thinking my F-150
Would bring me
Better luck
Then a parked car
Piling up parking tickets
Wanting to be a star
Yesterday I had slight cold
Discomfort in throat
I got scared, prayed to God
Corona has put so much fear in our minds
Previously in viral fever we would not bother
In cough and cold Iife would continue as usual
We would run about as usual,
tolerating bodily discomforts,
lack of sleep and minor illnesses.
we took our body for granted!
Now we are fearing simple cough and cold
Fear of death looms large in our head
Suddenly we have started taking care of our body
Suddenly we want to live long
Pulling A Hackery
By: Miracle Man
1-6-2020
A night spent tossing,
hasn’t equated to rest.
Though I’ll give maximum,
I’ll not be at my best.
Today I’ll feel as if,
a hackery I’m dragging.
By days end my spirit,
will probably be sagging.
I’ll fight through discomforts,
endeavoring not to complain.
Knowing that God is able,*
and that HE will sustain.
I look to HIM for fortitude,
to get through this day.
Trying to be HIS witness,
in things I do and say.
Ephesians 3:20
“Now unto him that is able to do exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that worketh in us,”
The Heat
I have a new girlfriend her name is Mary-Jane.
I think she's from the south where the plants grow green and bright.
Mary Jane and I just spent the hot afternoon together ?
Watching the passage of time through a lens that she brought along just for this occasion.
The heat makes the air a sticky, warm bath
Mosquitos suck at the scabs on my legs
My scrotum is constantly itching
And my T-shirt is sucking the last remaining moisture from my pores.
Mary-Jane giggles at me, as if to say:
'Why focus on discomforts when the real heat is behind the scenes?'
My dreams keep interrupting me
So that I can clear my own throat and attempt to speak clearly again..
Walking through the ashes of a time once loved,
New bleakness
Life passes strangely enough.
See the weakness of a cold spine, twisted and curled.
Daughter of the twister, empty vase, another storm in the urn.
Where are the principles and morals of a flame that burns.
Following the traits with the same footsteps heard.
Flaring tempers daring to speak out of turn without thinking first.
Wearing a heart on ones sleeve and wearing the shirt.
If the shoe fits you wear it while all the others grin and bear it.
Who raised us from birth, took care of our hunger,
Made sure we were comfortable when discomforts could hurt.
Who took away the pain while they were struggling and misjudged.
Who took us to school so we could learn its stuff.
Indifferent to peers, I'm sincere, I know where I come from.
The side with the good blood not the c**** so what's wrong with you what world did you come from, where they cook up cons, the sun's setting now where no light sets on the dark corner of thought, walk through the door, who am I, where's the time gone cos I'm not sure
I wish for all bad than good,
All that could guarantee pains.
Because for all good wishes,
I reap burn,
All discomforts.
Every shooting star
Brought misery.
But maybe...
Maybe if I could wish for Knives,
All will be Adversed.
If every morning I could pray
For the blazing fire to consume me,
Maybe I might find joy.
I mean How many..?
How many wishes for Presidency?
But in every generation, Zumas are few,
Though Millions made a wish.
Maybe paradox is life.
Just Maybe...
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