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I belong to the local community
The loving home where local hearts belongs
I belong to the rich soil of the planet earth
The soil that accommodates the less privileged
It is the soil that proudly conquers every land
Soil where seeds are proud to crack out and shine
I am the daughter of the local community
The water proof of every leakage above
It is the sand soil that builds quality homes for orphans
The clay that visualise the creative minds and bring them to exposure
The cloud that rains down the drops of hope to the hopeless
Communication is the main subject to my community
Local comments are the pillars that support its empire
Communion is their strength to carry on
They intends to be communist in every battle
In their policing forum Justice is their main priority to put safety first
Community is the place where wishers become reachers of the riches
Where bitter hearts feel better when they arrive home
Because is the only foundation of the place called home
Together we can! The meaningful slogan for my community
Amandla! Awethu! The powerful words that fought for peace
Nkosi sikelela! A song for peace that protected the community and make it united forever!
Wathinta’umfazi wathinta’imbokodo! The strength of the local woman who sacrificed to build a better society for all
Siyayiqoba! And indeed we can beat it to become the over comers among other communities
Vuku’zenzele! Our pride ability to give back to our best community
The community that brewed our own democratic rights
Freedom and ability to achieve more are bred in our local soil
To become the reality of what local people are born for
I am proud of my own community where I suckled the milk of batho Pele
The pillars that hold the weakness of every household
I am proud to be born in the local community
Community where criminals are sons and daughters of our own soil
A community that always find a way to call those criminals the illustrations to demonstrate the ability of justice for all
Home where mobs are craving to attack yet minimised to eradicate the spirit of taking law into our own hands
A place where Mzansi bios kops are hosted to expose the true talents of our local hearts
I am the proud product of the local community!
LIFE OF PAUL.
I gave birth to paul,
On the third day of
This month, he was
Layed in my silver
Cloth, with both legs
Popping up.
As I dreamt, I thanked
My GOD for salt in my
Soup pot, paul is me in
Another being, I smiled
To my boy, saying,
Welcome to my world.
Growing up was my reports,
I cleaned his butts whenever
He was full of disgust.
I breath on him, his
Cultural values and clans.
My proof is to be sure
He doesn’t travel through
My route.
I feed him with the four
Cardinal points of his time.
He wore wool made of the
Four arithmetic’s signs.
He leant that yesterday is
Only a three syllable term,
Its dead and gone, nothing
Can ever be done.
I washed his brains with
Alphabet from Macbeth,
Knowledge gives courage,
None is wasted.
I thought him, his mouth is
The key to sin, not all he thinks
Should he speck.
Today, paul is ordained a man,
He takes classical chances and
Regulates his clan through his
Rod at hand.
II
Paul specks….
My father handsome,
Your signature has been stamped
All over me, that am now handsome.
I see from my legs to heard,
Am an ordinary element referred to
As legend.
The galaxy accommodates stars,
I have become a shooting star.
I push Kilimanjaro like only
Taken a gagoo.
I still wounder how you have
The rite pin for every stitch.
Am quick to do the peace sign
Whenever I see wrong minds.
Nothing walked into the world,
We all are from the same source,
Meaning of man is dust to dust,
These has no cure, it would remain
A procedure,.
I give praises as a pilgrim.
HABIB AKEWUSOLA.
lips like wet Vagina
if am good
they talk
if am bad
they talk
they always wet
their mouth with
their spit through their
lips like wet Vagina
lips like wet Vagina
if i live they will talk
if I fear to live
they will talk
if I talk they will talk
if I don't talk they will talk
they love to talk
their lips are always wet
like wet Vagina
lips like wet Vagina
on my issues their lips
remains always wet
I wonder what time they
got to waste
I guess they lake water(common sense)
that why always their
lips like wet Vagina
lips like wet Vagina
I write they talk
if I don't write
they can still talk
I sing my heart beat
they feel me yet they talk
if am silent they still talk
I can't here them quite
not for once in a while
they are use to talking
their lips are always wet
like a horny lady
about to hit my rod
in a high state of
talking confusion
through my sweet
wet
lips like her wet Vagina
lips like wet Vagina
if am brave they talk
if am calm they talk
if am proud they talk
if am humble they talk
if am intelligent they talk
if am dumb they talk
they have no holiday
their lips knows no stop time
always they are with
lips like wet Vagina
lips like wet Vagina
I thank God am not perfect
am happy at least am human
I got a heart and I never
want to live without my soul
my desire is not difficult
my dreams accommodates
all humanity all mankind
to live with the greatest gift
of nature of God
what more is more than a life
of peace happiness joy
in an atmosphere of love
this has been my poems
this has been my crime
this has been my opinion
yet they still talk me down
to their wet
lips like wet Vagina
I have swept the sidewalk and watered the flowers- the yard is perfect you see
Afforded the time to swing in the rocker and drink southern sweet tea
As I sip from my favorite old fruit jar- a steady northern breeze accommodates
My thoughts wonders back to recall the best remembered days-
of youthful summer s gone by
What precious memories to an old man like me- whose senses have dulled – now denied
I gladly endure and believe in the best of cures- the wonders and joys of youthful age
So I will tell you heartedly what cannot be forgotten- senses of my summer youthful play
The sting of my palm while playing catch with my older brother-
who died when I was thirteen
Or the flicker of lighting bugs caught in a Mason fruit jar –imaginative fairy queens
A croaking daddy bullfrog while fishing on Pine Lake – just Tom, Dad and me
The earthy aroma of freshly cut grass before playing ball at the little league
The sweet watery meat of a stolen watermelon-the farmer knew it was me
A dip in Pear Creek wearing nothing at all- with a summer’s kiss from Mary Ann-
- when I was fifteen
Playing pirates and Tarzan in the back yard- under the laughing- weeping willow tree
Or the July Ozark Mountain visits to grandmother’s house - I still believe she loved best- only me
The carefree rides- wind in my face- on my new Schwinn bike with my best bud Steve
The mournful tears as I watched Old Yeller- when I thought I was too old to cry
I will stop for now- there are reddish clouds with filtered flashlight beams filling a dusking night
For it’s time to eat my bread and wash for bed- I hope my dear wife will not be snoring tonight
LIST regarding MY GARDE
My garden grows plants of my choice. My heart throbs with rustling leaves.
It pleases my eyes spreading green tapestry. My mind dances in delight
with floral charm.Tall stubborn trees along boundary provides nest for birds.
Butterflies flutter wings.
It has a long lawn enriched on Mexican grass
It has shrubs of periwinkle as hedge
It has marvelous bougainvillea at entrance.
It has Magnolia, Flamboyant and Mango tree beside boundary wall.
It holds bright blossoms throughout year.
Joyous jasmine, favorite of mine
White Gardenia glistens with sweet scent.
Roses glow in red, pink and yellow.
Seasonal flowers bloom in turn.
Summer yields Sunflowers
Rainy season brings Night Queen and Lilies in array.
Garden shines in luster as Autumn appears.
It shows Dahlias, Cosmos and Chrysanthemum in Winter.
It becomes spectacular in Spring
It gains added beauty as pollen grains are scattered all over
It accommodates a pair of white rabbit.
it tempts me to swing in swing at its center, as gentle breeze blows.
It calls me swaying branches of trees in stormy days
It welcomes me with zephyr at afternoon in spring.
It greets me with murmurs of leaves.
It shows game of light and shadow for whole day
08/02/19
Writing Challenge 3 , July 2019 by Dear Heart
Let me reveal to you the real meaning of love:
Love is without sin, blemish & impurities
Love is not blind, love can see
Love is beautiful, original, adorable, amazing, attractive, undemanding, genuine, patient,
un-pretending, enduring & intoxicating
Love is that pure, natural & incorruptible thing
Love is original, unique, sweet & transparent
When it promises to be with you, it comes to stay
When it kisses you, it soothes & takes away your pain
When it hits you, you want to be hit again, and again & again
When it stays with you, you'll never want it to leave you again-forever
Love is that indescribable unexplainable connection that is considered unacceptable
Love is limitless, immeasurable, has no barrier & temper
Love is another world & kingdom on its own that can last forever without assistance, when
you are in it you are completely lost & taken away
It doesn't hurt, it's filled with goodness, smells pleasant, sends off to "space", knocks
you off your feet, takes you out of your defenses & security
Love is immortal, unquenchable, almost impossible & unbelievable, too good to be true
Love is the source of a beautiful mind & the source behind the power of a beautiful silence
Love is what words alone cannot explain, a feeling that cannot be duplicated & faked
Love is that truth that never tolerates & accommodates lies, evil & hatred
Love is pure & divine, it cancels, obstructs & terminates evil
Form:
March into her reformative room of wisdom
Where knowledge catapults to the threshold of your mind
Where Shakespeare and short stories in spoken English
Gives vibrant vocabulary over volumes of time
Her colorful classroom accommodates all levels
While your mental capacity is moved with motivation
It is a Catalyst for claiming certificates and medals
Like a sponge absorbing insightful information
Your books and brain will form beneficial bonds
From poetry to past participles, painted with your pen
Your termly evaluations and exam marks correspond
As your teacher tunes your talent over and over again
She does more than teach, she instills values and morals...
Empathy, compassion, tolerance and respect
From conflict resolution to resolving quarrels
She is ready to role model emotional intellect
On the sports field she is a callous coach
In the classroom she makes education exciting
She ensures you're filled with ambition as you approach
Your English class which is innovative and inviting
From dramatic irony to discursive essays
She'll teach diary entries and dramas in detention
Leave a memorable mark while teaching poetry and plays
As well as creative writing and comprehensions
While loving to learn, you will learn to love both
The language and the lessons where seeds are sewn
Her English exercises is an engine for growth
In her house of wisdom where knowledge is owned
Can’t understand why a woman’s heart grows so fickle
It labels a man with clean intentions a bore
Treating a player as though from him a miracle
Would elevate her life to polish her social ore
Into a gem that shines brightly
To elicit her best qualities in advancing her best interests
To the optimal level wisely and judiciously
Although the player she accommodates becomes the Nemesis
Who in the long run pours on her life lower romance quality
Uncertainty, doubt, sorrow as a gregarious genesis
Sucks her sunrise slaying the stability and reliability
The woman reaps from accommodating the sweet talker
With selfish motives, egotistic goals, short term views
Driven to the brink of exploitation in which no bliss broker
Steps forward to empower the woman to gather clues and cues
To modify and rectify her misconceived notion that soft nothings
Uttered with verve and stealth don’t constitute a subterfuge
Meant to hoodwink the naïve approach inherent in fickle feelings
A woman nurtures towards sacrificing her huge
Future for short term complacency
In the context of sophism and masochism
That feeds weeds of trouble and dependency
In which women are losers to sadism and egotism
Until women opt to weigh pros and cons of informed choices
To turn down warm seekers and favour sublime suitors
Whose intentions grant women’s voices
Space and time to exercise their freedom to lock out love looters.
Healthy robust meditation,
taught
in diverse schools of thought,
theological
through ecological,
biological,
psychological
sociological
and neurological,
begins with correct posture.
But, "correct" does not mean
only one orthodox way.
Correct
is more about medians
favoring balance,
centering practice
rather than evangelical means.
Correct
accommodates diversity,
cultural differences and deviations
and universal similarities
of humane bicameral consciousness.
Correct posture,
like correct theology
and correct understanding
of ecological relationship,
is about polyphonic correlation
and not monoculturing stagnation.
Yet, correct posture,
correct health care,
correct political and economic relationships,
are not merely subjective,
not barely "relative"
Any more or less than correct theories of relativity
are merely subjective,
chaotic,
degenerative,
entropic.
Rather, correct postures,
frames,
forms of discernment,
notice,
healthy curiosity,
good humor,
structure,
transparent networks,
resilient systems,
are correct
as they are in left/right
west/east
north/south
inside/outside
ego/eco balancing relationship,
noticing tipping points
Toward Yang's natural revolutions
in mountainous significant space
and Yin's spiritual evolutions
co-arising spiraling valleys of time
Where polypathic relationship
correctly resonates
polyphonic resilience.
Leaking pontoon predicts my departure
Impatient yacht chases nautical next
Mislaid terrain erases my history
Grim authorities in obvious places patrol
Timidity prescribes aghast of tranquil abiding
Windwaken, I'm admiring the Sea of Revolt
Remarked upon in wonder, venture presents
Treasure indiscernible beneath tumbled tumult
Bold abandon condoned by bow of rationale
Faithful lungs serenade the speed of sails inflated
Turning back causes hair whipped vision to opaque
Potential's yell propels me from return's persistence
Society's twine allured by Twitter lunacy
My social media expels expiring bubbles
Sunk with rusty ruins of past governing
Continents are considered impediments
Ballast beckons ocean of observation
Jubilation journeys my adjournment
Angels guide navigation wide eyed
Fleeing seabirds call for recognition
Wave over waves of sweeping search
Unlikely dream festered in slumber of time
Shaken awake by inspiration's finger nails
Carries message of necessary momentum
Voyage for knowledge graces me
Extremeties are empty, planets drift
Virgin space accommodates galaxies
Originally written April 2020
Submitted for John Hamilton's
Free Verse of 2020 Contest