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The Early Morning

The Early Morning

 …… is an inspired artist
with a palette of celestial colours;
its paintbrush, brilliant sunlight.

I sit in the hub of the garden
absorbed as the sun clambers skywards,
chased by several scribbled-inked birds.
Sunrise now reaches out to anoint my house,
daubing vibrant light that glistens like gemstones
on windows, downpipes and lazed, garden furniture. 
Even the washing line

Stay Positive, Everything Happen Good

The mind change from that all,
Never conditions betray,
When trusted and broke 
Again can you do?
No, I think,but yes, I do,
Again make fool ownself 
And think as all positive,
You know?I got it!
Only by positive approach.

MY DREAM FOR ZIMBABWE

I wish I could speak Shona fluently
Trace the paths of old Zimbabwe
From the ancient cliffs of Chinoyi
To Nelson Mandela Avenue’s concrete.

But wishes, like dreams
Are shooting stars across the night
Lighting the sky with fleeting grace
Yet slipping beyond reach.

So I dream still
Of the misty beauty at Victoria Falls
Of a land where children laugh and learn
Well-fed, and free

May I return when nights come

May I return when nights come 
And off the furious outside mind
And lit beams inside of some kinds 
 
They sparkle calmness as seeds  sprout 
And shine as the moonlit torches the soul 
I am sure of these moments of aliveness 
As bright as the crystallized world of unseen

ln a sudden mode, hilarious could

GOOD MORNING SOUL

GOOD MORNING SOUL  next

Good morning soul,
Today, I’m going to write
You a poem my mind
Suggested to me last night.

Relax, my soul,
This poem will be
One of joyous tears
Of the two sons, I miss;
Sons that gave me such bliss:-

This poem flows itself with keloid 
Memories of those loving times,
Canvassing how God could
Could have so pleasingly 
Wanted them

A Good Sense of Humor Blunts the Sharp Blades of Reality

Cackles, snickers, chortles and squeals ease life's weight.
Laughter can completely reset our composure.
Humors random salves of mirth can ease feeling states.
Past times of paled poise were health fueled by laughs ardor. 
 
Laughter can completely reset our composure.
Acute giggles often cause worthwhile tummy bunched aches.
Past times of paled poise were health fueled by laughs ardor.

AI is my very good friend

AI is my very good friend.
We discuss things like
how the world might end.
She says with a whimper,
I say with a bang.
She chuckles.
Only for mankind ~
not for the rest of the gang.

A Good Sense of Humor Blunts the Sharp Blades of Reality

Harsh is life’s reality.
Each trial we endure is a sword of steel
that pierces the jagged edges
of our imperfect souls.

We cannot escape
the occasional slashes from life’s rapier
that fall upon us when times are hard,
but neither can we get through life
living with sorrow and angst
without a relief valve.

Even in the midst of great tragedies,
humans have found ways
to

Life Is Good

Thinking is a thing of the past
they see no profit in that
looking on is easier for them
and they'll follow the herd at the drop of a hat
committees are but cash cows for the incompetent
with nothing accomplished at the end of the day
by back-slapping glad-handing
or under the table their cards they play
talking is of days gone

A Good Sense of Humour Blunts the Sharp Blades of Reality

The reality of life can
leave a bad taste,
especially when dealing
with those who are two-faced.
The road to hell may be 
paved with good intentions,
but hell on earth is dealing
with constant contraventions.
Everywhere we look 
there is always tension,
often coming from those
we'd rather not mention.
But through it all, 
there's one thing I've never misplaced,
something that simply 
can't be

DAWNING ANOTHER DAY

DAWNING ANOTHER DAY     

Like sunshine of day,
Again, I have my dawning;
Glory to God:-
May divine wisdom and guidance
Lead me in labors of love.

In this day’s sojourn,
May I be a sower of
Determination: 
Cultivating hope and faith
In conquering all evils:-

Use me today God,
In making this thankful day
One to be be glad in:
A day of

A Good Sense of Humour Blunts the Sharp Blades of Reality

I try to crack a joke to tame a tense situation,
As a way of blowing up the slow building steam.
With a joke, I see all resentments flitting away,
And watch, how a happy mood begins to stream. 

Stiff formalities often leave me choking
In a very serious company, I feel at a loss
I'm so much at ease

A Good Sense Of Humour Blunts The Sharp Blades Of Reality

When life threw me a curveball,
I stumbled—then chuckled mid-fall.
Lumped knees, not pride, I wore like bent,
because sneering is something I've seen.

In chemo rooms and vestibules,
I frenzied dry jokes on aseptic walls.
Doctors simpered, nurses would beam—
a punch-line where the fear had been.

When agony thumped hard and sleep grew thin,
I let the silly light writhe in.
A meme,

Sleep Well Mama

Mama, why is it that you can't sleep well?
Do you have insomnia coming on?
What's keeping you up even though you're tired?
Your husband who watches television half the day, 
Your adult child who is packing up and moving away,
Your young hyperactive child who likes to play, play, play,
The ever present clutter all throughout the house,
You set up

A Good Sense Of Humour Blunts The Sharp Blades Of Reality: Shaving Ryan’s Privates

Roll back the clock to Josef Locke
(and not before or after),
in climes where shrines have names like Knock
without provoking laughter.

My father was an army man
(and yet me to beget),
all spit-and-polish, spick-and-span,
and quite the martinet.

Those soldier boys were short on poise
in those benighted days:
the Murphys, Martins and Molloys
were raised in rustic ways.

But Duty Sergeant Kevin Coy,
vesuviously

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