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She was desperate to find love
I was desperate for my love to
love me
Nkiru was running to find love
While I was waiting patiently for
my love was yet to find me.
We met in an MBA class
And became casual friends
But she was desperate
Age was counting, pressures too
I wanted to be loved and was
willing to wait
But Nkiru was not my chosen love
The closer she got to me the farther
I slipped away from her
She smothered me with her kisses
But I couldn't respond because
I could not pretend
Then my patience paid off
The love of my heart responded
There was a song in my heart
And a spring in my walk
My love has come home to stay
Nkiru couldn't stay any longer
She had become desperate
Age was counting, pressures mounting
So she walked away from life
As my love walked in.
(Written on the 23rd of March, 2015)
I am the good shepherd, I know my own, and my own know me
I'm just forever learning your glory and majesty
Character that stretches across the heavens and blankets me
Because you first loved, I am now able to say
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
Meaning your grace is sufficient especially when life feels insufficient
Especially when my heart feels inadequate
Your power gains a boost in the humility of my weakness
So to anyone who's week has been less
Than what you wanted remember it's exactly where God knew you'd be
God help me to lie down in the green pastures of scripture
Instead of laying in puddles of sin
Why do the puddles grow with my growth
Maturity strengthens while I also understand it's easier to drown
Show me the quietness of living water
That you may restore my soul
I know you're guiding me towards righteousness for your name sake
But it feels like my name is at stake
This is nothing but pride needing to be burned at the stake
For who am I, outside of who you created,
Nothing; for my purpose comes from you
My purpose is to point back to you
So when I lose myself in the valleys, and shadows
Fear will not become evil but a reminder of the eternal God,
Who never leaves me no matter how alone I feel
His rod and staff comfort me
Meaning His love corrects and rebukes just as much as it hugs
And if He prepares a table for your enemies, it
Shows his protection also loves those who mean you harm, so
How much more will He love His daughter and prodigal son
The anointed, the blessing from an unjust but necessary sacrifice
Now the blessings overflow past understanding
The blessing of his goodness and mercy becoming my
breath
p.s. now I'm familiar with forever…
I will be okay, I’ve got plenty of time,
It’s only the 10th so I’ll be fine!
I check my diary, I should make a move
It’s now the 15th, should be in the grove!
It’s the 17th, just a week to go,
And to date? Simply nothing to show!
It’s the 19th but I don’t have the time
To plan ahead, this shopping of mine.
It’s the 21st, but it’s still not too late,
I’ve only the wife to facilitate.
It’s the 23rd, I cannot believe,
If I don’t act soon she will be aggrieved.
It’s the 24th and the high street is packed,
At 6 o’clock just a few shops left stacked.
I haven’t a clue what present to buy,
I cannot believe how the time’s gone by.
I call in the pub, for I need inspiration
But it’s really an act of pure desperation.
It’s the 25th, it is now Christmas morn,
And I’m certainly looking, very forlorn,
For a packet of nuts does not represent
The kind of gift I’d like to present.
The turkey's on
Old man Johnson's farm
All wised up this year
Logging on
To Amazon
About mid November
With Halloween out of the way
They were bound to save
On the items they would need
Which worked out great
Cause all they could afford to pay
Was in scratched up chicken feed
The pigs helped in
The ordering
As it's a well known fact
That being turkey's
They're always in a hurry
And ain't nobody got time for that
They saved up extra seed
For quick delivery
When you're on the cliffs edge dancing
Coming down to it
This being life or death
There's no need to take chances
In the nick of time
The package arrived
On the day required
The fateful day
Known to our hero's as shake and bake
November 23rd
On that morning when
Old man Johnson then
With ax in hand stepped outside
Where he tried to think
Had he ever seen
So many cows in his life
In between the moo's
He heard a gobble or two
Which in itself is very strange
Plus the Amazon bill
For umpteenth costume cows
He just can't quite explain
Home.
This day - the 23rd,
marks the day you left the earth.
A date now etched into your essence,
as the last trace of your presence.
You've melted back into the earth,
returned to soil, to nature's birth.
I find traces of you everywhere - in every corner I turn,
in every creature that crosses my path, yet you're the only one I yearn.
You were never just a pet, you were childhood itself,
now we're three, and your bowl gathers dust on the shelf.
Losing you feels like losing everything again,
as though I buried my faith with you, then.
The rain has wept where now you lie,
it's tears soaked deep from the grieving sky.
I hope it blesses where you sleep,
where roots now hold what we still keep.
I miss you more than words allow,
and though you're gone, you're with me now.
In peace, I hope you roam,
Forever loved. Forever home.
Down where roses bloom in the month of June
The scented petals will mature and fall
Carried by zephrys of spring like balloons
Those petals in the wind over land sprawl
Pale pink petals carried away to land
With a gental touch of kindness caress
The spring grasses with a delicate hand
Courteous as it lands with politesse
Each petal waits in turn to fly away
Their patience is long, each holds 'til time
They then 'pon the wind float and not betray
The Spirit within which is one sublime
Down where the roses bloom may the fruit grow
Let love lead as petals upon wind flow
Sponsor: Gail Angel Doyle
Contest: Petals In The Wind
Written this 23rd day of January 2013
Written by: Sara Kendrick
Sophie was born with Cerebral Palsy,
On the 23rd of January 1997, she’s 19,
And trains at Loughborough University,
But was born in Nottingham’s glean.
She’s won thirteen major titles, is top,
In sprinting and in runs middle distance,
So in the 100, 200 and 400 metres pop,
She beats most folks by persistence.
In France, Lyon, at the Worlds in T38,
Sophie ran the 100m to take the gold,
And in the 200m she took silver weight,
To begin her career with a sign foretold.
She was enthused by London’s Games,
She this entry into the athletics arena,
Stood her well for the European Games,
In Swansea: two silvers medals for her.
In 2015 Doha held the Worlds that year,
And for both the 100m and the relay, golds,
Then she put another silver in her bag, tier,
When she came second in the 200m folds.
Then in 2016 at the Europeans most dear,
In Grosseto, Sophie won two gold medals,
Plus one silver again for the 200 metre pier,
In which she excited the crowd with pedals.
Rio arrived and yet again for the 100 metres,
Sophie won the prize of gold, on the podium,
And also for the women’s relay 4x100 metres,
Her team took home the gold from the stadium.
On the approach up to Rio there were rules,
About what she ate and drank, no rubbish,
And Sophie Killer with sports nutritionist tools,
Gave Sophie a strict diet so she’d flourish.
The turkey's on
Old man Johnson's farm
All wised up this year
Logging on
To Amazon
About mid November
With Halloween out of the way
They were bound to save
On the items they would need
Which worked out great
Cause all they could afford to pay
Was in scratched up chicken feed
The pigs helped in
The ordering
As it's a well known fact
That being turkey's
They're always in a hurry
And ain't nobody got time for that
They saved up extra seed
For quick delivery
When you're on the cliffs edge dancing
Coming down to it
This being life or death
There's no need to take chances
In the nick of time
The package arrived
On the day required
The fateful day
Known to our hero's as shake and bake
November 23rd
On that morning when
Old man Johnson then
With ax in hand stepped outside
Where he tried to think
Had he ever seen
So many cows in his life
In between the moo's
He heard a gobble or two
Which in itself is very strange
Plus the Amazon bill
For umpteenth costume cows
He just can't quite explain
Written March 31, 2013
In the shadows stood a figure
Taller than the diggers
Picking diamonds in the mines
Don't worry now I will be fine
Said the children to their mothers and wives
With a journey comes a question
Maybe two and many more
Why they never close the door in the floor
On coming back to where they're from
To the tune of the black angel's death song
That was it
I'd had enough
So I packed up all my things
And crossed the bridge on a blind man's bluff
Lie blind man can't you see
If you take the road less traveled
You're less likely to unravel
Some will say what a foolish thing
To go around with all your things
In a velvet knapsack on your back
Walkin' 'round in perfect circles
Just waiting for a heart attack
From the dusty plains of Kansas
To the mining in Peru
And chain link fences lining concrete zoos
Caging in the elephants
On 23rd and 7th avenue
That was it
I'd had enough
So I packed up all my things
And crossed the bridge on a white man's bluff
Lie white man can't you see
If you take the road less traveled
You're less likely to unravel
Sugar paper petals rippable Hibiscus
Musk sap via jungle civet melts to jelly
Turkish Delight icing, licked clean fingers
Rubber soft texture entices tongues joyfully
Mallow centesimal stripes boiled candy
Star picket stick pink pigment saccharine
Temptress in dress derived from deer manly
Restless gypsy tastebuds buzz within labyrinth
Gender column calm offers an absconding
Seductive glands have universal indulgence
Elon holds obstinately to his Mars 2030 colony
Stamen aims telescope towards closer emulsion
Satellite dish observation grants mans' wishes
Expands our command of unimagined planets
Future mixes musk fusions for either expeditious
Sows anise seeds for Mars far sighted inhabitants
23rd January 2023
Written for Contest: Musk
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco