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As I look to see the way she stands
when I leave
-I'm surprised as if a wave,
reminds me.
As long as the shadow of etertinity-
drawn from the drip of the cup
of our unspoken insecurity.
Is it purity or impurity?
As far apart
you feel away,
I never think myself the villain.
When when is the stark beneficiary of today.
When our feelings go out to 'plain
from a side-turn you're right of me,
on, what happens with loves burning,
churning a flames symphony
within a sacred play.
We always go off hand,
off road of the clear path.
I mean to say, that come hell or hound,
they are gonna stand on either way-
of our aftermath.
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Debris of props in our execution of stay.
If a thought comes and if love has taken away,
its place is a man who loves a thing,
even the trace-
Of a day that can be just you.
Shining its beloved face.
THE SUCCESSFUL MAN
Every successful man had his first time
What happened that day was his experience
If he trailed,then he became resilient
But if he thrived,he became consistent
Every successful man had his first time
Every successful man had his first time
When he trailed,
he refused to flatter-close his eyelid,
when he was feeling drowsy
He was at will and top
to lift that which the world said was heavy
Every successful man had his first time
Every successful man had his first time
When he thrived,
he refused to sigh
Until he inhaled the last air
he refused to smile
Until he felt the last tear drop
Every successful man had his first time
What then is success?
Success is how the beneficiary defines it
Success is the ability to revisit
Success is the willingness to conquer that which is conquered
Success is the zeal to awaken that which is dead
Success is the courage to say never
Success is the stamina to stay forever
Success is the patience to await regardless
Success is the readiness to climb the impossible stairs
Success is you and I
Success depends on how high we can fly
Success depends on how best you can try
Success is what we deserve before we die
Trees
Tallest of trees stand, sentinels, as if touching the sky
Reaching out, each branch, every limb, oh so very high
Species of every kind, vying for what nature will provide
Sunlight, rain, seasons changing, renderings glorified
Growing from a seedling, nature takes her time
Some trees take an eternity to reach their prime
Some grow so very quickly, but lifecycle so short
Some fall prey to foul weather, roots cannot support
Refuge to many creatures, many species of birds
Giving shelter, a safe hiding place for many herds
Cleaning the air we breathe, for the benefit of all
Giving all she can, all of her life, till the day she falls
Standing, gazing upward upon nature’s wondrous feat
Growing ever so strong and tall, a lifetime to complete
All of the branches, the leaves reach out, giving sanctuary
Protection from the elements, shade, to us the beneficiary
Standing tall within the forest, or singularly in a still field
Deepest within solemn landscapes, where no man revealed
Serene dance within the winds, as if touched by god’s hand
These still giants stand forevermore, guardians of the land
In Paramaribo
I met a girl, half Indian and beautiful
there was a big church and a castle
to defend Dutch interest
A hot and swampy place, which I liked
coming from Norway, a cold country
with a poor working- class who sent
their sons to join the merchant marine
The housing estate in Paramaribo
consisted, mostly of shacks, among
romantic palms
Had I married the girl and settled
I would have been a beneficiary of
the promised oil wealth
As it is, as a Norwegian, I get a pension
so mean, I have to live in Portugal
because the rulers put the wealth in
sovereign fund for a future that
appears to be at the threshold of a war
Incognito
Written: by Miracle Man
11-30-2019
Sometimes we do things,
which we keep concealed.
But if we tell one person,
our planted seed’s revealed.
Perhaps our seed planting,
wasn’t intended for our glory.
But once out, replies to questions,
seems to become obligatory.
A planted seed for a harvest,
that so many do aspire.
But small town gossip spreads faster,
than a summer prairie fire.
Each time a story’s told,
something will always vary.
Causing some to think they,
should have been the beneficiary.
This God seed was planted,
without any undo stress.
A way of showing our thanks,
for the times God has blessed.
My heart rejoices as a beneficiary of God’s forgiveness*-grace
Marvelous in granting me pardon from sins and hell’s punishment
Wonderful in strengthening my holiness’ fortitude in the Christian race
Enabling my dedicated commitment along ministerial engagement.
My soul delights in the Saviour’s forgiveness-fervor
Awesome in sustaining in my communion plight
Faithful in guiding me toward stewardship of sweet savor
Exhorting my diligence in my righteous walk by His light.
*Acts 5:31 Him hath God exalted with his right hand to be a Prince and a Saviour, … to give repentance… and forgiveness of sins.
April 10, 2019
We celebrate the birth of a baby
offering love and congratulations.
And welcome a new life into the world
fueled by a parent's expectations.
The birth of an offspring is momentous
for immortality is achieved thus.
Only they can carry our genes forward
ensuring that death cannot erase us.
As the beneficiary of our genes
we get incorporated into theirs.
And although mortality can never
achieve forever, they're our backstairs.
Every link before us and thereafter
gets forged into a genetic chain.
For through procreation we can ensure
that throughout time our presence will remain.
(Quatrain)
05,28,2019
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To a dog, an empty hand's cause
even a well-intentioned one
flinches an involuntary jaw..
your neighbor's just the same.
Have you grown leery the open palm?
wearied away as your brother's keeper.
Not responsible to his good name
nor good will as guarded trustee
over your godchildren.
No blame to you, good sir
or madam-
No right or wrong
by royal decree
monastic or fiduciary..
nor heavy handed scepter
to wield
relinquished or relished
as monarchal beneficiary.
Just the same, I
in fealty or name
skeptically question
right from wrong..
guilty as charged
all the day long.
Often what I read and I see,
some people scare me
put in my brother's shoes
I probably would too.
One year and more if people should die still,
Bombs keep raining, missiles shower red rage,
All seem routine to hearts hardening nigh,
World feels sad as an after-thought on stage.
But so had people died of Covid scare,
They’d died alone, though buried in same grave,
Becoming just a number so lonely,
When threshold of pain goes up man gets brave.
All suffer, even continents apart,
Not merchants and brokers of war machine—
Business that hardly has a feeling heart,
What with Shylock’s sharp mind ever so keen.
World markets learn to adjust with the time,
Deficit, surplus seek levels anew,
And people’s life gets attuned to new rhyme,
They only suffer—the suffering few.
Alas, today’s wars can go on and on,
Putin putting up an ever grave face,
His rival, far from a chameleon,
His country getting the maximum mace.
Nations now spend bigger bangs on defence,
Merchants of war sole beneficiary,
Defence a pseudonym for an offence,
A way to boost dormant demand from ranks.
Who the gain and who gets pain, hard to say,
Humanity has lost a few rungs more,
West’s happy to harm, shy enough to bleed,
To US of A one more proxy war.
Like enmity do wars on their own breed,
The motion kept alive oh to save face,
Unwillingly as with its handbrakes on,
As if to prove who ahead is in race.
What if heads roll in this senseless charade?
False prestige must go on a starless stage,
What if the stands are all but deserted,
It matters not, shallow gets when the rage.
The price paid has now turned statistical,
Selling bible to atheists in mirth,
Leaving in limbo issues ethical,
In last throe seems UN, Oh since its birth!
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Happenings | 07.02.2023 | war
Poet’s note: Call it an outright aggression or a lingering war. Forget who’s right and who’s wrong, leave all pros and cons. The conflict goes on even after one excruciating long year. No one is the winner, all world a net loser. It just goes on as if it is a routine, international trade. All else have learned to adjust, not Ukraine which is bleeding heavily, but still no less keen to wound, if not win. Is all this war-mongering of any worth? This narrative in quatrains wonders.
He was a born teacher
From birth destined to be
You'd know by his phene.
In capitalist-run schools
He's taught for many years
Earning pennies for labour.
Three years a beneficiary
On stipend of N-power teach
The Program axed by corruption.
Then long a community teacher
He's rendering public service
For little pay out of community levy.
He's adept; he got more papers
Hoping for full employment
With satisfaction in the job.
He got a conversion to EdoStar
State-run, two-year probationer
On the barest wage.
On his appointment
In the civil service, he got
The news of his careerlong pursuit.
The government is youth-centric
On account of his age, maybe his status
Or affiliation, he's disqualified.
Meanwhile politikers in the council
Of politricks make millions
By the seconds chattering all day.