Affirming mind’s fondness for words
Bonus moments balancing busy hours
Catering to intellectual indulgence
Delightful de-stressing habit
Exposing wit to connect letters
Forming words freely
Game of WORDSCAPES*
Hoists me up against pressures…
Invigorating with levels of “brilliance”
Joyously jubilating my sight midst sceneries
Kindling praise** to God for His precious Word.
*“ Wordscapes is the word hunt game that over 10 million people just can't stop playing! It's a perfect fit for fans of crossword, word connect and word anagram games, combining best of word find games and crossword puzzles. Not to mention all the gorgeous landscapes you can visit to relax yourself!”
** Psalm 56:10 In God will I praise his word…
October 17, 2020
2nd place, "Games - Mental or Physical" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by William Kekaula; judged on 10/20/2020.
Washing clothes,
is to offer them joy and life ..
It is jubilating our body that
dresses them,
is to please our spirit
with the cover that enlightens us,
is to brighten the surface
to nourish the inner part... !
VICTORY
Grades announced,
Laurels seeks his owners,
Repelling failure,
Never to rest in the hearts of timids
But for the contrite in hearts.
Jubilating galore,
Majestic march towards triumph,
Highlighting a mark made,
Standard above others
Conceded by the brave.
In the past though times,
Rigorous exercise going on,
Forces combine together to form battalions,
With military laws at hand,
Strongholds guided against infiltration.
For liberation,
Men sacrificed their lives,
To achieve flawless victory,
Banners held high,
Flags upheld,
It was a victory galore.
ANYABOLU IFEANYI DOMINION
Written by Michael Nichol Kamara
Title #'Salonfos'
My names are Maada Samura Wilson Bio
I was born in a small country in the sub Sahara Africa
I have been doing and I will continue to do good deeds for Sierra Leone
It started small and ended huge
Politics is over
The dancing and jubilating continue
I will dance because I'm Uncle Bio
Dance with me Uncle Samura
We are one
You are All People's Congress
I'm Sierra Leone People's Party
What is the difference
We held the peace
We should hold it
It is a most to continue holding it
Hands in hands we can build this nation
Togetherness we can bring Job creation
The desk is empty
Bring forth your ideas
Look my back I'm your brother
I have got yours you are my brother
Thanks to #salone for the peace
Let the peace continue
God is my great help:
Assuring my soul
Building my life
Cheering my heart
Directing my feet
Empowering my will
Fortifying my faith
Gladdening my spirit
Hoisting my well-being
Illumining my mind
Jubilating my service
* Exodus 18:4 ... The God of my father, said he, was mine help, and delivered me...
May 18, 2018
C-heerful birth deserves a nod,
A-pproving the big celebration;
M-aking you feel the joy
I-n jubilating the occasion.
L-ively birth deserves a nod,
L-etting the huge event happen;
E-ighteenth September morn, the mirth brings fun in the open.
R-ecognize your eventful birth,
U-sing a nod of wishes;
F-ill your heart with thrill,
I-ncluding the fresh
N-ewness.
G-reet the special moment,
R-emebering the child of God;
E-cstasy is sent to the affair,
E-ventful birth deserves a
N-od.
M-eaningful fourteenth September
Y-our life is now jubilating
R-etains its light and warmth,
A-s the sun is brightly shining.
B-eautiful fourteenth September
R-emains to be so eloquent;
I-t conveys a clear message
O-f day dawning in ascent.
N-ew morn has just broken,
E-xpressing a very fine weather;
S-ignifying the importance of meaningful fourteenth September.
The night is threatening and cold
I am walking down the graveyard of my past
And I am trying to read
A vague messages of future
Childhood is standing, smiling,
And holding my heart in its hands
I want to join it
But it fades away
I am walking slowly, memories are vanishing
And I see an adult world
Grinning triumphantly
It is jubilating because of my defeat
Childhood is losing its glow
It is waving, it is disappearing
And it is taking away
Innocence, dreams, joy
I want childhood
To stay here forever
But the darkness in front of me
Is singing some strange melody
I hear old, wise souls
That are whispering to me encouragingly
Not to give up and to begin
A journey again
Appreciate life, Choose to Be
Embroidering your own Dreams
Find ways to Give, Innovate
Jubilating in others, Occur
Feel free to Listen, Move
Qualify, then Keep, Thank
Narrate and Perpetuate
Rejuvinate, Wander to
Never Underestimate
Value, Hug, Yearn
After you Xyein
Zoom and Sing
In waves and bursts
of exhilarating jubilation,
as among long-lost friends
meeting in a chance reunion,
tens of thousands of tiny
fluttering wings swoop and flit
in feathery frolic, echoing
every chirp, every twit.
In swarms they swirl across
the darkening island skyline,
spiralling round the towering
tree like a giant vine.
Then, snuggling close and tight
for the night at the canopy,
the Lansijang swallows
of Bohol doze off serenely...
At times
I feel just
utterly lonesome
even amid a jubilating crowd.
Other times
I'm swept away
by deep joy, communing
with silence soothingly loud!
Strange, but in the midst of this cheering,
jubilating crowd,
the unbearably lonesome silence within him
is much too loud,
now he pines for the reassuring warmth
of a beloved's hand
as he stands in the glare of public adulation
in a faraway land,
as they shake his hand, pat his back,
give him some hugging,
but touching, which is a function of numbness,
is not feeling.