Long Appraisal Poems
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Mama held me close to her bosom
wouldn't let me go astray
she shook the cradle of civilization
and to her wayward offspring
she paid attention.
She added a tinge of color to the cheeks of some
and tinted plenty with even more
for identification, as to whom they belonged.
While her purported gaze
stored us from mediocrity
she whispered silent pants
when our future's prowess
begun to shiver she remained astute.
Mana Africa! I call you by this name
You've nullified all bleak spectrum
situations bestowed on us
when frequent ill-health
pounded on our weary hearts
you trembled --never loss guard
We are forever indebted to your
unflinching affirmation of sheer solidarity
Mana Africa!
your goodwill seizes not to elude
Capricious speeches we confer
as we orate about the trying times
The soundbites of your caresses will never
be deserted; let alone our appraisal of celerity
The best of we your “Adeptus Children”
have supplied the melatonin
from your sacred womb
and you have followed us with
love and self determination
as we have toiled on foreign soil
Then as we have been scattered
to the four corners;
Innately we have held on to our sanity.
Stayed in tuned to our intuition
as we have maintained circadian rhythms
and overcame enough, clinging to
our dignity in one hand and our
lives in the other, still to rise above.
Nana has taught us to endure
to be courageous, outrageously
courageous we have been.
even as we achieved
Our circadian rhythms were off beat.
Sacrifices only a mother would make
from the alchemy of adoration comes her love
self-determination is the water of her blood
and she the blood in our veins
the blood passed on...a mother’s blood...
Mana Africa
Ase’
A collaberatetion withYoung Prince Kennedy from Ghana and Mama Oladeji aka Vicki Acquah
Why will He sit back and watch me go wrong?
Gamble on choices yet remain on the villainous path.
Why will my thoughts of being perfect melt sour?
When He has a plan He wishes I follow.
I am left to flesh to argue, Left to self to embrace.
He wants me in the right, yet turn blind to my flaws.
He stands distances away and let me err,
Gives an apportioned missile to my discretion,
Leaves me in the mystery of the yet to be,
While in time He promised my boat He will paddle.
I am the apple of His eyes and never the less He chose to watch me fail,
Classed me reprobate when He can force righteousness on my chest.
Why do I have to make a mistake first to be learned?
Whilst He in superiority can stamp me in appropriation.
But then, He said life and death He has placed before me.
The essence of common sense He has dignified to my appraisal.
While He ushers me to life, He cast me an agent of self-will.
In His image am I created, The weight of His perfection I am to carry.
As He called Heaven to witness in His favor,
The wheels to my destiny He placed in my hands to wield.
Can't I event stand up to my wrongs and robe them right?
Can't I prove to Him that His breath in me isn't a waste?
I am faced to worth the life I will live as a proof of an existence,
Therefore I will throw sentiments away and risk all in expedition.
Looking through the soul’s eye, all seen as one,
ego deems enlightenment is attained,
since awareness is from ego unchained
and no stories by lower mind are spun
but since flame of love shines not like the sun,
God’s light that lights all lights, not yet ingrained,
in truth the neophyte’s heart is still stained,
needing self-appraisal to come undone.
If Holy Spirit has not yet touched form,
the soul here now cannot metamorphose,
bereft of love, knowing not bliss delight,
sublime elixir, that stills every storm,
ensuring breath by breath, love and light grows,
transforming body-mind as living light.
“Don't call me infantile, you poopyhead”
Surely one of my favourite bumper stickers
Providing chuckles as we motor along
Viewing all these funny rib ticklers
“To err is human, to moo is bovine”
A deep and moving appraisal of life
Such tender emotions of celestial origins
Helps you and me forget our strife
Imagine how dull and drab life would be
Without these bits of humourosity
“People with constipation don't give a crap”
Apologies for the naughty verbosity
Just one more then I'll leave you to ponder
These charming delightful little gems
“Conserve your toilet paper, use both sides”
That's the absolute stinky bottom end
© Jack Ellison 2012
Her reemergence into my relatively reclusive reality
was tantamount to the scary sensation a victor perceives shortly prior to victory,
the feeling that you could prevail if time would just evaporate suddenly,
extinguishing the crowding curve that an opponent may still win,
the situation wasn't that dire,
Nevertheless,
Embers became fire,
flames transformed into dangerous desire
and wishes remained whimsical,
we began by ignoring the unpreferable past like it was dissolved ice
that watered a now open and fertile steppe ready for horses liberty,
she spoke vaguely, happily, and with a young athlete's hubris,
I clarified things comprehensively, I was encouraging like lost songs heard within,
Aleksandra said that she was in love with life itself,
I mentioned that I was in love with survival,
seemed to me that there was a compatible appraisal,
one who loves life does so because life appears to them as a kind beauty
a perfect preachment that exists for their edification,
one who loves the survival of life perceives life as a pitiless perfection,
a brutal beauty endured with dignity for a fiercer freedom commitment,
we each received relic epiphanies from the echoes
of our elastic hopes & heartaches which suggested risk is a ransom of romance,
cute chance,
briskly, like a chill of the dusk,
we ended the endeavor of escapade,
the dictates of our friends, families foes and freedoms would not finance -
J.A.B. 2007
A terrible experience Kelly was to suffer.'
The gestation system of the nhs here is hard to utter, the lack of indepth screening almost
Seems to set the stage.? A mini act of removing humanity.? In a variety of ways.?
This was not i think probable pre twenty
Twenty two.? Three words to indict a decade..To my observation.? Comes through.' Through all the rushed proceedures through much limited medical
Supply..Although black market drugs are
I hear in steady supply.' There seems also a
Strange concurrence with professors and
Junkies and would you beleive it some pharmacutical thugs, a climate train thats lost control and More unneeded septic bugs, there is to be an examination of this
Womans case i hear..' Is she to expect a fair appraisal.? Or just some jargon? Or in
Time you'll be better my dear.?
A faded glimpse you can't recall.
A ghost you saw not in the hall.
A cirrus cloud that dissipates.
The losing side in class debates.
The past returning past the dawn.
A recollection that now is gone.
An empty feeling now that's full.
Just what is it you're trying to pull.
Eleven hours, call it a day.
What the hell's he tryin' to say.
Between the lines you'll understand.
Just take your head out of the sand.
The second time you got it right.
And still not sure you saw the light.
Appraisal from an inept source.
Misguided stars to chart your course.
A fleeting sense of what you want.
Tomorrow's dreams that yesterdays haunt.
We wait for answers in our chairs.
It's not a wonder everyone stares.
I did not understand his visit,
it's timing
or purpose
nor he mine, I suppose.
I would have asked
but Why?
felt better as a mystery
or magic
or in-between
explored by mythic listening
and passionate watching.
He was tall
slender
muscular without too much diesel Yang,
Graceful
and ecstatic
to see me again
after all these in-between years.
I was on an urgent mission
to rescue two wounded children
from uncertain surgical government
absence of healing care
but had to stop
as he approached
as if I were the only person
in all of Sacred EarthTribe
he had ever loved,
could love,
would love
But "should love"
that was my question
about why this visit
now
when I was so otherwise committed,
exhausted really.
Before I could explain
about my perennial rescue mission
he wanted to share with me
how remarkable his friend
who adopted
two complexly hurt children.
His enthusiasm was contagious
and comforting
What I needed to hear
to feel I merited his handsome smile
happy eyes
his intimately frank appraisal
of having been found good,
worthy in more ways than one
if I know what he means.
If he is this excited
about his friend
on a new rescue mission
for climate health of innocence
how enthused might he become
when I tell him
I am a struggling therapeutic parent
of four complex and discarded post-millennials,
inching toward our peaceful revolution,
restoring self with other love
integrity.
But he was gone
with the morning alarm
before we had time
to consummate this fabulous exchange
of mutual admiration.
Who has the power.? Those who will apply power, gain more power.' And begin to
Appreciate how to exersize the power so
Far realised.' Reach out for power to
achieve
A full release.' Of files anywhere that have
Abusive content..Also there are records that are not in government files.' If anyone
Has such and witnesses, copy the photos
And other evidence, and share multiple of these among your group, and conduct a mass release to alternative media sources
Followed by mainstream outfits and pertinent law firms asking for their appraisal..Smash through the suffocation
Maybe.? awaken the powerful masses of
People ( who must realise they can use their voice ) and multiply their power and
Reach.)
Time shines with diamond in my life
I’m smitten to catch, I’m enticed…
I chaste to hug and value every second
For speedy growth of my work-productions
To get the abundant fruits or flowers all in bloom.
Oh, I love every diamond of time
Squandering is remote for me, workload whines
I hate any deficit, bankruptcy or loss
For I could never bring back its swift passages
So I’ll save, use wisely…on air-
I’ll always catch, grab and never toss.
We can’t buy diamond of time
No one can measure its price
But it's found everywhere-- available and free
Valuing it is also a great appraisal
On our self-worth ---object or agree?
May 24, 2023 6.31am