Kindness glows
expressing love’s bliss
from blest heart
reaching-out
inspiring others with cheer
midst hope’s radiance.
Kindness grows
exuding vibrance
that nurtures
and cares for
those in need along prayer
for their good welfare.
Kindness goes
extending help’s breed
so freely
sharing joy
God* grants to smite woe and angst
for peace to prevail.
*Habakkuk 3:18 Yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation.
March 22, 2026
3rd place, "2026-03-15 Write a Beautiful Shadorma" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 4/2/2026
He doesn't answer when I scream
Into the dark, into my pillow,
Into the hollow between breaths
Where prayers rot.
Everyone says He listens.
But maybe He doesn't listen to girls like me.
Maybe I'm the mistake in the plan.
The broken thread. The shadow on the altar.
They told me He loves the brokenhearted,
But He watched when it happened,
He watched, and He did nothing.
I try to go back,
To fold my hands like they taught us in Sunday school,
To whisper His name like it still means something.
But it burns my throat,
Like a lie I never asked to carry.
They say He sees everything.
So He saw me.
He saw what he did—
The way I floated out of my body,
Counting rocks to stay
Anywhere but there.
Did He turn away?
Or was He watching with His holy eye,
Weighing my worth in silence,
And finding me too small to save?
Sometimes I wonder if He hates me.
If I'm the lesson in someone else's sermon.
The warning story for girls
Who don't pray hard enough.
I still wear the cross.
Not because I trust Him.
Because I'm afraid of what He could do
If I take it off.
Or maybe because I'm hoping,
Somehow, He'll notice me again
And feel something.
Anything.
No flower on the fig tree
No grape on the vine
No fruit on the olive
Nor flock in the fold
No food in the fields
Neither herd in the stall.
Yet I will rejoice
Yes I will rejoice
Rejoice in the Lord
Rejoice in the Lord
Yes, joy in my God
My salvation!
Habakkuk 3: 17, 18. NKJV
As the sun was wandering the skies
It came upon the Crucifixion, and had to close its eyes
The day that God in Jesus Christ reconciled us to His side
The sun had to withhold its rays and hide
At noon the darkness did ascend
The words of Christ did amend:
(“Father forgive them their worst”, “I Thirst”
“Today in Paradise you will be with Me”
“My God My God why hast thou forsaken Me”
“Woman, behold thy son.”, “It is done”
“Father, into Thy hands My spirit I commend”)
The Sun of Righteousness shines without end
From A to Z, He rules all of history
Your eyes are too pure to look upon evil
But why do you allow it and ordain
The unjust and the just to be blessed by rain.
The prophet Habakkuk has asked
Why are we always to be tasked?
Roust Yourself, Lord awake
Take your hand from Your bosom and give the Earth a shake
O child of Mother Africa
The tortoise is still on the road
Realities cannot hold, dreams dying
Hopes turn to ashes every day
Cry O Ghana, O Ghana
Rich and green Nation
Shame and poverty clothe the people
Electricity is being rationed like
The meal of a poor man
Cry O Ghana, O Ghana
Welcome to the land of myths
A place where nature used to abound
Now a place of decaying bones
A lovely nation, my Ghana
Cry O Ghana, O Ghana
Heaps of unreached goals
The youth die without their heritage
Homes and families leaking milk
The farm is an old cow
Cry O Ghana, O Ghana
But as the heat of the Sun rages
We continue to press towards the goal
O Runners, a marathon lies ahead
We must run until the end
Or we will never stop crying
With Habakkuk Kargbo (Rabbi)
©?Poem Makers SL (26/04/24)
Like twins, we share markers of a common history,
Civilization, and knowledge; a call for unity.
The carcasses of slavery and the slave trade
Are lost in the dust. O black water days.
Colonization has been eaten by our sovereignty.
Our flag, we raise high in the sky.
The struggle for the unification of Africa,
The fight for the liberation of the African people;
To live, strive, and thrive like everyone.
There is only one race; the human race.
Our blood is red; cords of conformity.
The African ancestry is a mighty influence.
Black is gold, black is our identity.
Creamy are our lands; green like the sea.
The glory days need to be fetched.
Let us be the storytellers of our people.
A time to use one powerful currency.
Our honour was never lost but stolen.
Africa is a well, Africa is not a cell.
From here, we provide them with all.
Beautiful, dark people, O Africans.
The merchants no longer come by sea.
Stopping making any form of plea.
As equals or no more dealings.
Africa is for Africans; raise your voice.
With Habakkuk Kargbo (Rabbi)
©Poem Makers SL (18/04/24)
The ancestral savannahs of my people
Are still alive in the unseen horizons
Our grandparents have told us many
Wonderful things about our tribe
Before they arrived, we were here
On the banks of the rivers and streams
We stood and saw their ships
North, south, East and West
Your blood flows in my veins; Only we
Can irrigate the fields without profits
The sick mentality of favour doing
Need to be hang or put in the electric chair
We are not anyone boys or lessers
Our ancestors were kings, queens, and nobles
There was so much to eat and drink
The blood of our sweat, the sweat of our labor
Elements of stability; Rise Up Africans
Like a corpse, bury the weight of opprobrium
No more trembling, red blemishes
Shine in the middle; go nowhere
Africans, wise, and strong
Young and old; be a stimulating tree
Be part of the newfound springing up Africa
Amid the pale and faded flowers, we rise
Deliberately, and earnestly, we rise
With Habakkuk Kargbo (Rabbi)
©Poem Makers SL (18/04/24)
Where did it go wrong?
We made a lot of sweet promises
Weak foundation, broken soul
Endless days of torture and snoring
Now, my life is falling
The day you left I died
Vultures are still feasting on my body
We parted on a golden dawn
What a cruel world we live
I tried but her past couldn’t let her be
Why did this happen to us?
Her face was like the bopping sun
Her smiles were rosy as rosy roses
Never knew her heart was full
Of darkness and tears
Now, there are two people alone
Every day, I rove alone like a homeless dog
I am a stranger in my body, walking
Down a silent, ridiculing street
Broken memories
Living in the past can be very catastrophic
Our love has jumped off the cliff
Days of cold, shivering chimes
I wish she could have trusted me more
But her past killed her before we met
With Habakkuk Kargbo (Rabbi)
©?Poem Makers SL (29/03/24)
The love of God is a priceless blessing
An affection mightier than fire
Empty grave; the saints, forever singing
To die for me was his greatest desire
Shall I liken Christ to any desire?
The nails and stone couldn't retain my Lord
For my sake, He was caught in the crossfire
To the very end, he upheld His word
Heavy task, His love was the binding chord
Fragile, fragile death, thy sting is over
Torn veil, slashed by the double-edged sword
Hell is vanquished, His throne is forever
Like a seedling, He sprung up from the grave
O Captain of my life; potent, and brave
With Habakkuk Kargbo (Rabbi)
©?Poem Makers SL (31/03/24)
(In memory of Uncle Thomas)
Bumpy breeze, like a blasting roar
That day when you did soar without an oar
Twenty-two years of sorrow, too long
For many years, I sang a solemn song
Days of dark, and greedy clouds
These years have been a time of thunderclouds
What went wrong for death to take you away?
Again, this year, your memory will keep us at bay.
Your days were not in vain.
Life ends, life begins; the thrusting train
Is still on track. Gone from this world
But not from my world
With Habakkuk Kargbo (Rabbi)
©Poem Makers SL (18/03/24)
Tears in my eyes, pain in my heart
The country my forefathers fought for
Lost in the pathetic battle of politics
Bloodshed keeps ascending, dirty politicians
Forgotten land, hopes, and dreams
grow thinner every day. The air tastes like poison
Sectarianism is a virus eating us alive
The feces of poverty, insecurity, and terrorism
O Pakistan, rise from the forgotten sands
The cords of religion are strangling us
Discrimination is a mountain of birds
Education is a right for all
The unnoticed goodbyes are too much
Burdens of the heart, faded warm embrace
Let the journey begin, a new step of reformation
Our struggles are been stacked like bricks
Chase the darkness away
One people, one Pakistan
Many good things have been done
A sea of ugly happenings, kill
Time to face the unknown, brave
Let write our take in ink and with fire
We are here, hope breathes like
A burning candle; better Pakistan
With Habakkuk Kargbo (Rabbi)
Poem Makers SL (17/04/24)
The Sovereign Lord is my strength; he makes my feet like the feet of a deer, he enables me to tread on the heights. For the director of music. On my stringed instruments.
Habakkuk 3:19 NIV
The Lord is my strength
For who has the authority
To separate man from beast.
Flesh seperated through spirit
Out of the pits of the lions mouth
The Lord snatches one out
He lights the way with a guided path
These newfound feet in rhythm
From the new tunes of leading
Confusion unto the beast
That thought He had His prey.
What has become of this one
These feet that soars with the wind
We must stop Him before He
Tells another of this escape.
In the Lord one shall find rest
All the pants of life become clear
Streams of living water within
No longer having to search alone
Protection from the beast
For it's left chasing it's tail in circles
Of the one that got away
As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, my God.
Psalms 42:1 NIV
“Yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will joy in the God of my salvation.” Habakkuk 3:18 of the King James Bible
Joy
from God
exudes love
glowing with hope
sparkled by grace beams
midst forgiveness delight
r a d i a t i n g faith triumph
vanquishing despair of distress
while conquering frustration-caused angst
knowing “the joy of the Lord is my strength.”
Propelled by “R e j o i c e in the L o r d always*”
my heart basks in Christ’s assured presence
as I reach-out, sharing gladness
compassionately s e c u r e d
of s e r e n e blissfulness
reigning against gloom
in mirth bubbling
to reveal
soul so
blest.
*A Bible verse in Philippians 4:4
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February 17, 2022
2nd place "E Forms- Etheree" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 2/20/2022.
God grants daily revival*
midst spiritual upheaval
firing-up soul's survival
with confessed sins' removal
toward faith-works' festival
based on Scriptures' approval
while waiting for Christ's arrival.
*Habakkuk 3:2 O LORD, I have heard thy speech, and was afraid: O LORD, revive thy work in the midst of the years, in the midst of the years make known; in wrath remember mercy.
October 10, 2021
Restoration of soul
ransomed by love’s mercy*
repents from guilt angst, now
ready to worship while
refreshed spirit so blest
reaching out to others
radiates God's peace-bliss.
*Habakkuk 3:2 …O LORD, revive thy work in the midst of the years, in the midst of the years make known; in wrath remember mercy.
April 17, 2021
1st place, "Pleiades R" Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kim Merryman; judged on 4/19/2021.
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