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Sad news keep me awake;
Counting stars through the ceiling,
Hiding from the sun under my blanket,
Racing about inside my tiny room,
With a mind so agitated and delirious.
With a heart quivering with fibrillations.
And lungs gasping for air under resting conditions.
Lying down on my old ragged mattress;
Pacing around and coiling in this furnace,
Of heat and warmth and sweat on a cold night!
Thirsting for a gallop of wine,when water is no more,
Yawning for yams,when potatoes have gone bad.
I think along an endless journey,
That I believe will never end in my time.
Reminding me of that appointment,
With a surgeon on my birthday Eve,
Leaves my peace in pieces.
It literally kills me alive,
Through the free long nights it gives me-
Like it did not see me yearn for more darkness,
To hide my face from the light of day-
When my name had been dragged to shame.
I'm moving along with the clock-
Impatiently waiting for granny's cock to crow,
When,at the arrival of dawn,
I will stand to face my fears-
Holding back my anxiety and worries.
Lest I dance to the tune of depression!
Or even cardiac arrest during the anaesthesia.
I will dress lightly and mask it up,
Beautify my face with borrowed smiles,
While I glow,thanks to petroleum jelly.
I will hold my bag and wave at my little boy,
Telling him I have gone to the salon-
And that I shall return to breastfeed him.
Into the hands of my maker I put tomorrow.
For I don't know what it has in store for me;
Fresh or stale peas,time will tell!
And my faith, I lift to the heavens,
Looking to them for rescue angels-
That will take me out of the bowels ,
That sit between life and death.
Ampurire Anitah.
You sun the blanket of the orphans, so early in the morning melting down the snow to breastfeed the ground to humans you bring back consciousness, purpose of living and hope that tomorrow so much will happen in a bright way for the up coming days.
You are the only light which was seen in the beginning, seen by our forefathers to get healing from. The only medication which was good in vitamin -D,where by it works were done, missions accomplished,brains active because of you till today.
Those with no homes to live in, with you they bask for comfort. Their hopes never die because they know you will always come back for them so they can finish what they have started. You bring forth warmth like a wool in need of women to innovate something with their hands which can give aid in the neighbourhoods.
Their homes are cardboards, plastics, some they use bridges for refuge. They have no walls, that's their only walls to call their homes. When you set down on the hills around 17H30pm their tears starts to come out,cause they know that a night to them is a torture, a song they have always hated to dance for. A ghost they have seen once but always a nightmare to their dreams. There is no peace, no silence, all they hear is a sound of teeth, shivering, for only coldness is their everynight disease.
But they always live with hope because of you, sun.
There was a taste of magic in the air with the newly found joy of anticipating fatherhood, and a little bit of the mystique as I considered the reality of me
bringing forth an extension of myself. O the wonder of our Masterful Creator. But there was also the element of fear, wondering if he/she will be normal.
In Southern Wisconsin just across the Illinois state line on Friday, August 31, 1973, there was plenty of stress on the job, but there was pure family joy in our hearts. So much joy in fact that our new born's middle name would be Joy.
But that did not stop questions from pouring into our young minds.
And with so many choices, what on earth shall we name our first child? Ours was such a good doctor that we allowed him to select her first name.
I worried about my wife's health because the 'morning sickness' was severe. But because of the Grace of God and the tender display of compassion and love by our elderly neighbor, my dear wife was able to endure and pull through.
We lived in the rural at least 10 miles from the nearest hospital, but I don't
remember being concerned in the least about that. Instead, we wondered about other matters such as: Will I be in the delivery room to see our baby born? (No. I missed it by 'minutes'). Are we going to breastfeed or feed with conventional milk? (We breastfed her). Will our baby be a boy? Or, will our baby be a girl? (Our baby was a girl, and we named her Pamela Joy) What about the height and weight? ( I Do not remember; more research required). All was safe, sane and sound. But parents will persist with What if ...? What if...? What if?
07032018PoetrySoupContest: Joys And Tears of Being An Expectant Parent,
Guillermo-Fraser
An image of a bottle feeder attached to my brother’s cage,
his crib - a newfangled breast without arms; only the arm
of an anti-motherly technique sold by the public freak.
I laugh, loads. I know my mom was not cold. She probably
threw this crank-y thing into the gar-bage; replaced by
a handsome hippo, stuffed with cuteness and cuddlesome.
My mom didn’t use her own milk. The sixties were hip.
No, she didn’t work outside her domicile. Life was a trip.
Tipped the scales for me, a sailor guy asking if I’d breastfeed
my upcoming bundle of joy. Think of that, from a guy’s lips
to my ears. So I looked up the idea and,indeed, thank him.
Still, my mom always nursed me with good milk; and arms.
Her mom didn’t rescue her when she tipped boiling water
and onto her foot, so she climbed up some steps to my cry.
No cells back then, except your home, all alone; with tears -
mine and hers, but hers comforted me while her foot throbbed.
I was not robbed of this story, and thus, am always careful
to carry water to the sink with compassion and caution.
Your mom, did her best? Most did, didn’t they? Selfish, hey!
Heard of one mom who left her infant son all night under the
anguished moon, no crescent to rock him, no suckling.
His anger grew…emotions embedded in darkness. Police
handed him to his grandmother who swaddled him with love
until his anger subsided; subdued by the grace of God.
What kind of mom will you be - will your love blast
into eternity? Put aside yourself, no baby anymore.
Give quick attention to a son and daughter…adore!
There are only a certain amount of
the truly good things life has to offer
1 single person can expect to experience in one's lifetime given our human limitations
Like a cancer patient hearing a doctor tell them treatment was successful you are in remission
To meet your one true soulmate
what it's like to mate for life
Get married or be someone's best man
or bridesmaid
Be a husband being told he is about to become a father
or a wife she is pregnant
What it's like to breastfeed or give birth
feel a kicking on your naval
Hearing your child's first words see
them take first steps and off to school
Make your parents proud or see your
child succeed
To save a life or donate an organ
Winning the most prestigious award
voted for by said peers at a grand awards ceremony
Win a life changing amount of money
Discover or find a treasure map
Travel and see the 7 wonders of the world
all it's continent's and oceans and differing people
animals included
A thunderstorm expelling lighting and
the majesty of a sky full of star's under
a desert sky and a perfect sunset
The feeling a girl feels when she is bought flowers or receives a valentine's card for the first time
What's it's like to own the keys to your own home
To never have to go to a loved one's funeral
Pilot an aeroplane or jet fighter
Drive a steam train or locomotive
Captain or steer a ship
Command a tank
Be a cowboy
What it's like to paint a work of art
or play a music instrument
Sing in front of a live audience
Make people laught doing stand up comedy
Play sport in front of a sold out stadium
What it's like to find the word's in order
to compose the perfect poem
Or most prized of them all the meaning of life
What it must be like to be or live
CONTENT & HAPPY IN ONE'S OWN SKIN
The rest we have to leave up to our
own imagination or hopefully dream about
before we eventually pass on
Because when it's gone it's gone
you only live once no such thing
as second chances or do overs
Only memories to keep you company
until your numbers called and the lights
dim and you get to find out
If death is in fact the termination or end point
of your journey or the fresh new start and
beginning the good things in life never provided you
Politics is smart on one side
but it's half luck for another
when you win it's hazard
when you lost it's sourish
I think so much Pirulin
I got the first mush
before giving to each other.
Who doesn't cry, doesn't breastfeed
still said the song
and Sir Jorge made a fool
he wanted to face the dragon
the beast was so naughty
took it from a mandolin
and went fishing in Nippon.
All that shines is gold
says the law of my backlands
there the only shines so much
as golden brown
Sivuca who was an alchemist
he added harmonica with pifa
placed Sinata on the ground.
Slowly you go far
it was a communist motto
in Russian and England
and very futuristic lotto
Ze Lezin serious goat
wrote the package insert
and became capitalist.
Better two birds in hand
than two birds flying
best three lucky fart
than gas butane methane
so thought Napoleon
when he fell on all fours
in a serene afternoon...!
I guess you're seeing a flag?
Trouble comes and go,
The range of my eyes captures all black
Walk with me if life is without you alone,
Steal an emblem to save a city,
When we don't know where to go,breastfeed me to experience your nurture,
From west comes deity,
Drilling your motives pings a picture,
Who testifies about how we do it?
The infancy about handling our kisses form texture,
Don't break our dream when firefly jolts in pit,
Like stellar,we end not a plan,
There you see one,specifically you point repeatedly,
I'm ferocious to explain what need to be in steadly,
Stay dumbed,...hinged with haunt,
No more understanding,wrestling over count,
Style leaned against what excels ,
In melted rubber,I'm bonded,
Out from a water,cleaned from irritation,
Freedom chased,lumpy all around station,...
Imaginative compression,
Yellow within colour,
Bright and delineated stiffening what ants throw to us below earth so lower,
The flag is dirty,
The means it ponds me,...leave feeders bin,
Orchestra at top,the recrimination is demeaned,
White snakes climbing the poles at this place,
Miracle deconstruct brace,
Utterly,I'm surveying what goes else where,
I'm far perceiving good with bad,
On the mountain...on the mountain,
We have to go,
Just believing the sharp distinctiveness,
I'm a little eagle on neatness,
Feel right,I speak your mode,
Maybe I wish I'd known,
The night bought you freckles,
Thirty-six minutes passed Three o'clock at dawn,
The moon frowned against pond,
Its brightness killed the strength of everyman,
All the time,pictures come from a volition,
Pretend she does fight under sun,
Friday won't be dismayed,...it's a vision,
Other way needs several elsewhere,
Get yourself into deep air,
Further we might go,we could washed the flag neatly,
It seems wholly what came after a touch of help,
Already,motives are alternated,
Can I adulterate the nip?
It's not problematical as who glib,
But teach me the means of consolidation.
It's an extortion...
I am from Africa, and my name is Africa, I come from the Queens and Kings of the bemba Kingdom. We are bantu-speaking people .
I am from Africa, the birthplace of humanity, and my melanin is the same dark matter in the universe.
I am the mother and the father of all human races, Europe, and Asia. I gave birth to them they are my children.
I breastfeed the world, and without me, the world economy would collapse.
I am from Africa, and I have been abused,sodomised, and raped by my own children. All my children they look down upon me.
My spirit of Ubuntu is seen as cowardice by my children, iam an eyesore to my children. My skin color is said to be inferior by the "Shallow-minded."
I am from Africa, the house of abundance, the place where we bathe in the sunshine, and speak to the gods of the universe.
They say, iam less evolved human and iam backward, but I saw the sun before you. I am the first and the last .
I am from Africa. we are the sons and daughters of the sun, and we believe in the brotherhood and sisterhood of humanity.
I am from Africa, and it is my darkness that gave birth to light.
By Chanda Katonga.