Dad, is this the will I once craved?
All your jewels you have sold,
On penury your will engraved,
A fortune no hands can hold.
Your will holds lies that I see through,
Nothing of worth it defines,
And your conscience never pricks you,
To waste heap your will consigns.
I wept you left me not a house,
Yet you built many, I know;
Not that I grumble or carouse,
But my spirit you laid low.
I thought I'd get more from your will,
For you died wealthy, you did,
Your writ reveals a barren till,
And leaves me all I forbid.
I am your only child alive,
Your legacy lies in vain,
The grave where your true wealth should thrive
Holds silence, loss, and disdain.
Perchance, this is but your feigned death,
Then spare me this cold meanness;
Grief I'll wrest from my labored breath,
Till truth is told with keenness.
IN THESE BABYLONIAN TIMES PS
(A Palming Allegorical Rendering)
With elephant ears,
And the keenness of giraffes,
Let’s become as owls:
Divine wisdom and guidance,
Eagle-winging us justice:-
In our life’s nature,
Trials and tribulations come:
So does conquering:-
In Babylonian times,
Seek your new Jerusalms:-
Jesus rode an ass,
We now have one riding us:
Time to buck him off:-
Leaving no palms to catch him,
Let’s burn away oppression:-
With ashes of hope,
Let’s anoint liberation
And coming justice:-
Let us get to palm swapping
Injustice from our pathway:-
Ever be mindful,
God helps those who help themselves:
Wisdom in their palms:-
Having empath palms is bad;
Not seeking to fill them, worse:-
We’ve overcome worse
Sodom’s and Gomorrah’s trials;
Wisdom guiding us:
Necessary means revealed;
Injustice palm-slapped away:-
Despair wallowing
In apathetic dismay,
Is self defeating:-
With palms of wisdom guiding,
Let’s be self liberating.:-
Justice alert
An Old Lady with strong Faith
Knows how to carry to great length
Didn’t have to spin to turn into Wonder Woman
Wonder Woman Grandma carried every day
A Mugger thought an Old Lady being an easy prey
He Forget to kneel and pray
The Mugger lurked and looked for an opportunity
It turned out to be a defeated reality
He attacked and Wonder Woman Grandma went into action just like that
She knocked him down
The Mugger went to the ground
He tried to attack a second time
Failed again and again
He didn’t know that Wonder Woman Grandma had Indian tribe blood origin
Full of courage, strength and keenness
The Mugger ran like a punk
Wonder Woman Grandma proved don’t under estimate an Old Lady
She packed more than just age
The punk was defeated full of rage
He got what he deserved because he didn’t behave
Forced to retreat
Got agony of defeat
The Wonder Woman Grandma is a true story
It’s my actual Grandma
A woman of wisdom
Living in God’s kingdom
High in the sky with my Grandpa
Wonder Woman Grandma
Strength in character
Standing for all Grandma’s all over the world
Hero
Victor story
Rewarded in Glory.
I radiate my inner glow—
like a well-polished precious jewel,
pleasing to see, with graceful height.
My handsomeness: a masterpiece of art,
driven by keenness to shed excess fat,
yet I still stand out like a star in the crowd.
My eyes radiate warmth that melts ice—
as deep and mysterious as a star-filled sky.
My smile, a gentle breeze—
a radiance that brightens all days.
Gentle as sleep, yet fierce as a lion,
depending on how you perceive my calm.
But I am a true gentleman—
like weather: mostly mild, sometimes stormy,
yet with a heart of gold,
veins of its worth hidden underground,
bringing forth joy like sunlight when unearthed.
The glory of my gentleness spreads wide—like wildfire,
yet remains near enough to be felt and tasted.
After all, the proof of the pudding is in the eating.
Sharp as a whip, with a lightning-quick mind—
bright as day, as sly as a fox,
a tower of knowledge
filled to the brim with real wisdom.
Every day, fire burns inside me near my heart of gold,
bringing forth brilliant ideas...
like a burning torch
illuminating every dark corner of ignorance.
Just be my friend and experience the wisdom I represent.
I walk the distance between us on burning coals
Straddle the high wire between mountains for the
memory of your eyes/blue green
Like the blanket spread over sands
In the wee hours of never, where
Dreams fell like shards of shattered clouds
And I knelt before you spellbound, never
Fathoming the keenness of your lonely
Sad soul/spirit and we left still a
Distance from understanding your woman
Needs, unanswered by everyone
Like a soul song fading so softly
On a night breeze
June 4 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Job 16-18
Key Verse – Job 16:20 My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God.
PRAISE BE TO GOD TO WHOM WE POUR OUT
OUR TEARS UNTO
Praise be to God to Whom we pour out our tears unto for:
Joy of no joke
Justice midst jesting
Joviality against jitters
Jubilation beyond jackpot
Job that jolts us to jolly journey
Job 17:15 Praise be to the Lord for assuring us hope in His:
Kingdom along His gracious kinship
Kindness with His granted knowledge
Kingship, governing us along our kneeling
Keenness, guarding us from being knocked-out
Keeping with His gloriousness beyond kindling kaleidoscope
Job 18:18 Praise be to the Saviour for His light:
Leading us to His love
Livening us by His lawful lessons
Liberating us against lamentations
Lengthening our lives for lovely legacy
Letting us listen to and laud His loftiness for our learning. Amen!
June 4, 2024
Cover blown
Your plan is now known
Deem dim your scheme
But don’t forfeit your dream
No man claims to deserve
But all want to own and preserve
To be lords in perpetuity
With their kind, kindred and fraternity
And so it’s a watchful game
Keenness and spying remains the same
The outcomes and trends are touted
And so is history routed
Propping up and talking down
Marks the contest for the crown
To sway those who sway at speech
And thin the contest in pitch
The prize begins coveted and dear
Until being weary and in fear
Heightens the cost for plenty
Heightening the stakes for a few and scanty
The mind plans and the eye takes glance
But both are slave to time and chance
All want privilege and privilege is to all
And to this, God extend His Call
K. Muitherero
Written: February 28, 2024
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Mayhem prevails as calm dries and stirs rise.
A ruckus erupts as words and deeds blend.
Oh, the wrath, related storm, and squall size.
Building burning blaze, to draw in hearts trend.
Dance and bustle, spark the soulful lost fire.
Wrath symphony loudly incites the crowd.
Rumpus drew seeing their whimsies were dire.
Slashes and ripples, ruffled wings, brisk loud.
Cloud voices, balk colder, fire with purpose.
Cyclone whirl, heat, and mayhem hurl the mind.
Through life, wards meet in a stirring service
Spoons, fluff, defiance, and keenness behind
A spark of hope with all this lapse and strife.
Grief may spark split, but it can propel life.
Written: December 14, 2023, For Ink Empress Contest
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Sipping from nature's cynosure duct
as yearning subtly for sweetness
quaint wings of golden glass.
lifelong square keenness
barely seen but loved
drifting nearby
reedy bird
held my
sigh
time
sunset
this winter
it feels peaceful
grasping the instant
sweet infant in my arms
she struck her velvety foot
much giggles brightening the mind
Touched my face with rose-dipped fingertips.
You are my husband,
and I am your wife.
You are a reader;
for me, writing's rife.
Supportive you are!
My poetry stems
a pleasure for you
to read my word gems.
My writes are not done
till you critique each;
you seem to enjoy
my inspiring reach.
Now, this has become
a shared time of cheers
we look forward to;
have done so for years!
My worry is that
my keenness will drop;
will you love me still
if my poems stop?
Would you love me if
a poet, I'm not;
leave a hollow space
in your reading slot?
Just like the vulture watches its prey
From atop the roof top
Scanning every moving rodent
And rotten s by the gutter,
He watches eagle-eyed,
Every car on the traffic lane.
He watches with keenness ready
To pounce on any traffic offender.
Not because he respects the law
but for self-gratification.
This one is for the
Crazy ones.
The ones that stick to
Their guns.
The misfits and the
Rebel.
The ones that cause the
Trouble.
The ones that stir it up,
The troublemakers.
These are the real thinkers,
The Innovators.
The round peg,
Square hole.
The majority are
On parole.
The ones who see
Different.
The outcasts,
The magnificent.
They refuse to follow
The rules.
The mind is their
Tools.
It is glorified or vilified
With them.
It is praise or
Condemn.
You can't ignore them,
They change things.
They know how to pull
The strings.
They propel the human
Race forward.
They are difficult and
Awkward.
They are the crazy ones,
The genius.
They have super-power,
Keenness.
They are crazy enough to
Change the norm.
They are true to themselves,
They don't conform
Turbo1904?
They may want to bring back,
the selective schools.
Simplify a complex reality,
the underlying relationship of keenness,
wherever it comes from.
Persisted,
portraying the label,
developed by power.
Uncoerced,
questioned as viable.
Symptoms worsening,
getting education right for the working class.
Their children remain a challenge,
the odds are stacked against.
Unstilling aspiration,
strive to create opportunities,
The gap in monetized literacy,
bright but poor.
On a page, I'm designing a little nursery.
It will typically be a splendid moon.
Dreams I'm putting to witness bursary.
The space portrays a pearl, strewn.
The trail winds its way to this point.
Each day I assess my plant's progress.
Such as the gleaming white anoint.
Radiant as the full moon's keenness.
You bring forth my sheerest strength.
I overfeed them till they reach maturity.
Like I come upon a pearl in the depth.
Joyous colors reveal a touch of clarity.
But have acquired a wind and flown.
Believe your spirit will be revived.
I'm still sowing poetry, yet age has grown.
To sustain a nice cuddle for you're altered.
A far source of fuel with words I lack.
With love and faith, you're on a deft track.
5TH PLACE CONTEST WINNER
Written: April 13, 2022
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
This world is idyllic, warm, and blithe,
Boundless life, endless keenness,
No tears, no flusters, and no doom,
New sky alternative earth,
In addition to lasting life and light,
Hopeful, peaceful blood ties,
Hope the world is genuinely so brilliant?
Written: March 16, 2022
Bite Size Poem No.40 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
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