BIRTHING ANEW
Pregnant mind birthing;
Awareness words being born—
Loudly echoing:-
Let your eyes’ ears hear,
As your heart beats excitement—
Awareness streaming:-
Newborn awareness,
Ensures changes are coming;
And sameness going:-
Scattered sparks
from my soul,
Scatters on white paper.
Through collision with you,
flash,
like the sky splits open.
Need your ink,
time and steady hands,
to catch,
what falls from
cracked clouds of my brain,
poems spilling
like sudden rain.
She's looking for Mr. Right,
While he's looking for Miss Right.
Both of them seeking for 'The One'.
She lives on the western side,
While he stays on the east side --
They don't cross paths under the Sun.
She goes to church on Sundays,
Does good works and sings and prays
"Dear Lord, please help me find the One".
He's in a congregation, the same denomination,
That meets on the other side of town.
So she decided to look
For some kind of 'self help' book -
She did not want to spend any money.
Reading was his best hobby,
And they met inside the lobby
Of the local town library.
They both walked to the section
Of books on self-direction,
And both reached for the same book.
"Go ahead and take it." He said.
"No, but you were here first" she said.
"Why don't we read it together?".
A conversation started -
Since then they never parted -
Mr. and Mrs. Right forever.
If you'd be someone's Mr. Right,
Try to be your very best you.
And if you'd be someone's Miss Right,
The same advice goes for you.
Get an education to be interesting,
Develop a warm personality.
Exercise, eat less, be appealing.
Involve the LORD and visit the library.
The fear of indoctrination
The cost to be free
Suffering of a system
That keeps us ill
The attempts to keep us fighting
and never to see
How they stop us from moving
And try to keep us still
The shift in continuity
The change of the oppressed
Those with greed in there hearts
and the lack of value of life has crest
It dosen't matter
what side is in control
Oppression is oppression
And we must challenge it with what's in us that is best
FLAWED VESSEL
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I am a flawed vessel,
cracked in places
leaking light and shadow
in equal portion
Ending Overtime And Moving On
Desperately
trying
to
throw
us
off
guard
yelled
out
to
us
that
the
ball
was
in
court:-
Let’s
ever
be
mindful
that
here
on
the
battlefloor
of
the
lord
foot
stomping
this
shadowed
valley
we
need
to
fastbreak
and
slamdunk
liberty
as
we
rebound
and
bench
Its
oppressors
as
we
end
overtime
and
move
on
to
justice:-
Love has many shades --
the methods we color our
feelings. Often giving them
faces and names. Times, the
mornings, afternoons and
evenings -- Which are more
the Passionate? Only Love
can decide.
I am often in nature
Nature where I pace through jungles.
Jungles where I breathe concord
Concord that undertones through shrubberies
Shrubberies that crib sunshine
Sunshine gets on with my soul.
My soul takes me to a seafront to observe water
Water swells dance across the river
River echoing firmament and reveries
Reveries that float like smokes
Smokes bring me home.
Home where I hear my children’s enjoyment.
Enjoyment that rolls from their temperaments
Temperaments that beat with surprises
Surprises that silhouette my optimism
Optimism opens again in me and in all of us
Poem by N. Mugisho
The Staves had arrived to envoke the stabilty
and structure
that had been lacking.
To the Normal desencey of things
One to image, the full scope
of things. She called upon the
the circle of fifths
the 12 chromatic pitches
3:16 centered
Harmonic relationship &
Transpositions:
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During the Researching phase of this part
several members of the brainstorming team
became angry:
" A Member of What Wasn't Taaught"
appeared and began discussions.
They nevr taught you the phrases
Fiance or Fiancce in school.
It had been excluded along with
Discion making aspects of
becoming engaged and finding the right
person to marry you.
Music theory seems to be taught
in colleges or to
gifted students.
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-shmuzn or shmuesn
The QuadCity Chatter Box
" The CoachBuilt Bentley"
25 should be built
and sold aound the world
to the jealousy of the People!
Inspiration might come
with From a Position o Jealousy
Jealousy does not fit any of these rules
because it is an abstract.
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Your love is the medicine
That healed my dying soul
From our first encounter
My broken heart felt whole
Your smile gave me a comfort
Taking away so many of my fears
When we shared our first embrace
I wanted it to last years
Your kiss removed the darkness
That I had been living in
The passion I saw in your eyes
Told me it's safe to love again
Before you came into my life
I'd given up on finding love
Then magically you appear
A precious gift from above
JUST BE YOU
A Praying Mantis
Can’t be a butterfly;
Nor can a moth
Be a hiving be:-
Know that it’s not
What you are,
But who you are: God’s
Unmistakable child:-
Don’t ever strive to be
What others think
You ought to be;
Rather, always be
That great creature
God created you to be:-
Let the cosmic essence
Of your glorious being,
Forever be a shining star,
Enlightening terrestrial Earth
With God’s peace and love:-
Being who you are,
Is God’s divine purpose
Of your blessed being:
The creator of grace,
Peace, and love,
Never has, and never will,
Make a mistake:-
Thus, never attempt to
Exit who and whose you are:-
Holy temptation,
to try and stop the turmoil.
Terraform our hearts.
Feeling a bit scaly
and my usual fleet-footed
I followed a lizard
into an evaporating wash --
somehow, all living critters
eventually enter the wash -- the
lizard looking for insects, and the
coyote looking for lizards
and to drink from a puddle
of water -- more like
a thimble full, the sun reclaims
quickly when 120 -- dwellers learn
to conserve, survive on less
in the desert; did not see
one environmentalist though;
probably in a comfy college
dorm, or staff lounge, sipping ice-tea,
writing his or her next hit piece, main
focus on how he or she suffers along with
a greatly abused planet. Gulp, gulp!
Honestly, I prefer the company of lizards,
coyotes, and an occasional rattler -- always
having found the desert far more hospitable
than Arid intellect.
Lo! Death bestowed its final blow
Ye saddened thoughts- can't let them go
Perhaps, a poem... perhaps, a Poe
Will raise thy head, from lying low
I lost my way on a dark alley
Where I faced endless crossroads
And made a pact with my resolve
I had picked the void as my way
Then I was lost, down and shaky
Yet salvation awaits, an avenue off this space-black path
Its light warms my feet
Carving trails back to the source of creation
I find joy along these trails
Knowing within myself
Victory is near
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