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Hugging commences tenderly, a potential of carefulness,
Carefulness constructs in quietness, basics laid there,
There develops the persistence, firm and true,
True promises arise when hearts learn to restart.
Restart with touch, yet lips still abstain,
Abstention teaches lovers that progress must continue,
Continue in the instant, not rushing ahead,
Ahead lies the fruitlet of what’s slowly bred.
Bred in the warmth of arms that reveal,
Reveal without speed, let belief be the monitor,
Monitor every phase until affection is complete,
Complete love improvements, approving the passion.
Poem by N. Mugisho
Blessed with a big hunk of love.
He protects us, entertains us, obeys us (and disobeys us when he really feels the need).
Individually, he has stolen the heart of every member of this family with his quirky ways.
With his intelligence, his adorable looks,
His efficient guard dog behavior, letting strangers know with just a “look” that he is watching them”.
His need to sniff and inspect any parcel delivered or “new” item introduced to the house,
His gentleness, his eagerness to please, his childlike pleasure when offered a new toy, or a walk in the park,
The dance he does when any one of us comes home accompanied by yelps of delight and the gift of his slobbery toy that he brings to greet us,
His contentment to just lie about in the same room when it’s time for the family to relax.
We are endeared by his carefulness to avoid obstacles as he walks around the house, in ore at the huge size he has become.
We are touched by his little whimpers when one of us leaves, and by his vigilance watching the gate at about the time they routinely return home.
The ouch of his weight as he “accidentally” treads on your toe if he is being ignored.
His slobbery “kisses”, his need to rip to shreds in the shortest possible time, every expensive indestructible toy we buy him.
His willingness to sit quietly beside the family member who is ill or sad, not demanding attention, but silently just “being there”.
Now I found a site called Bullmastiff Lovers. To my amazement, so many adore their Bullmastiffs, and I see they all have the same wonderful traits.
if a blue sky day was you,
wellness would be perfectly received
all joy would be fully noticed
all rivers would flow with flawless fluidity
if a blue sky day was you,
snowflakes would smile with endless radiance as they fall
raindrops would make all things beautiful in a quiet simplicity
sunshine would bring it all together in the proper alignment of unison
if a blue sky day was you,
all music made would be enjoyed by everyone simultaneously
all rhythmic patterns would be constructed with proper carefulness
the art of life would be displayed for all to enjoy and become wholly inspired
The gentle lady was often observed by a little boy. She had hands with a magical touch coveted by many.
In her left hand were strings of hair longing to be treated, and in her right hand was an iron comb of varying temperatures.
The iron comb and human hands slowly stroked the hairs of her clientele. But she was accompanied with a most listening ear to hear the heart cries
of those who sat in her 'beauty chair'. Hers was a heart of gold with a very special place, a compartment, for the storage and processing of the many
secrets that she was told. She had plenty enough cares of her own because hers was a family of many kids and often a most insensitive husband twenty-
two years her senior. Nevertheless, out of what at times was a war zone, a house of chaos, she crafted a happy home. Her lips, through which never a
harmful word would be revealed, were always sealed. A breath of fresh air and soothing like a gentle breeze that slowly flowed through the open sky, this
beautician cared for far more than hair. Her home was an open door, and many were the burdens of others that she so willingly bore. So loving and
caring, she was gifted with an eye for beauty that looked deep into the souls
of her customers. It was there that she beheld so much of their misery and
ugliness with a carefulness for withholding judgment. They came with high hopes of a great hairdo which they received but also left with a makeover of
their troubled souls, because they were touched by the crafty hands and loving heart of a little boy's mother who was a beautician I once knew.
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Two hearts in an awesome communication
but covered by bodies which are worshipers of denial.
She adores him, he cherishes her
but such feelings are molded into the formality of colleagues.
Excitement, no matter how little, is suppressed,
appreciation rendered from a falling heart but by casual lips;
attraction, pressures the borders of the mind through its swell
but yet restricted by the protective bunkers of pretense.
When the time for absence to ease the saga comes,
anticipation drafts out a time table
for expectation to put every event on alarm
in both souls which cling to the thoughts of the next reunion.
Ego strips to perform a show on affectionate longing;
he becomes the gold standard to her new lifestyle
while she becomes the detergent to which his actions are washed.
Time once again takes a shift from itself,
internal body signals responding to a meeting, soon to occur.
Face to face, the physical acquaintance is once more blessed
but the corresponding fever has now began to snore,
weakening the whiskers of attraction to stay down.
Executive in the outside, voracious in the inside
with longing spirits towards each other
but confined by dramatized strictness.
Static and fixed concentration but away from her from the guy
with concrete rigidity lasting for long-long minutes.
Expert carefulness and planned accuracy in body movements from the lady
with continuous episodes of deep exhales
coming out of tension’s internal burning sticks.
Avoiding each other’s gazes with admiration’s lips tightly sealed
epitomizing an atmosphere of two minds in one likeness,
yet standing as agents of discomfort to each other.
Heat has unnecessarily been added to a delicacy so spicy
and nothing can blow it out unless someone says something.
Step on a crack break your mothers back
No way is she going to go down with that
So I watch what I do, the direction I move
To not hurt my mom with the steps that I choose
I even avoid the cracks that I see
Randomly placed, all taunting me
When lightening slides by, cracking the sky
I turn my back and quickly close both my eyes
Never dare do I stare when a plumber is near
At the massive crack looming from his derriere
Never thought I would find nor realize
There are so many cracks filling our lives
Now that I know I try and avoid
So my dear sweet mother can grow healthy and old
I don't swing around to the bad side of town
Where crack in a bag can be easily found
Then in my carefulness I find that I slipped
Not watching where I placed my last careless step
I let out a gasp as I hear a loud crack
Knowing full well where that crack is at
Oh all the horror, oh all the shame
That I am the one to accept all the blame
What I feared all along went terribly wrong
Now all I've got to say is...Sorry Mom
Entering a new phase of life full of standing ovation
can be disrupted by the polarized effect of growth.
Innocence is pressed by social hypocrisy
to expose a young heart to adult conspiracies.
It’s tough to be in between the balance of morality and biology;
prematurity may be a reasonable excuse
but defending that little wisdom with clever restrictions
is a vital and compensatory need.
The right hand punches away corrupt company
but the left never lets go their naughty flare.
Growing wants then begin to misplace events and reasons
as a night club is for instance turned to a place for sight-seeing.
Carefulness is lost and internal scrutiny easily carried away.
A wrong predator then wins that precious attention’s mandate;
lies come with charismatic fun to leave total believe with no option.
Breaking a three days dry fast with mushroom and vodka, one brags,
such false manliness is captured and quickly admired.
Spending a night with a man in an isolated room
with the only expectation of playing chess;
not considering he is well blooded and physically functional,
enacting the precept of “can see, may touch but can’t taste”
is a time bomb set to explode in a matter of seconds.
Bending standards in conformity to peer-pressure,
copying the trend but doing it in a different fashion.
Act may be temporarily bound but the mind is already full blown;
interest is lured for a protracted time
just for corruption to cajole and make a deal.
Attention settles it for manifestation to take over,
drug, violence and sex once poked through accessible media
are fully accepted by the wishes of germinating drives.
Boundaries are what attract check points
when they’re non-existent, naivety is promoted
and no matter the made rules, foolishness most often wins
to craft out experience,
covered with the unattractive curtains of deadly mistakes.
568.
Prayer for the 8th Commandment
Oh Father God, You have commanded us not to bear false witness
This I must, this I observe with carefulness
For You hate those who make lies
It is not healthful like a vice
Oh Jesus Christ, help me not to be a liar
Lying and false accusations can ignite war
To the Lord I confess everything that is true
From the Lord comes the truth for me & you
Oh Holy Spirit, help me not lie & falsely accuse
This is God's command, this must be put to use.
Amen.
-10/30/2017
(Dumarao)
*Prayer for the 10 Commandments
Look at you, you have found my heart
With love I stare into your eyes
With passion I devise
I can not part with you or can not stop the things I have started
So I raise my hands to embrace you and you alone
Look I walk by your side and I found my self crying
With your hands so soft with gentleness
With your smile so beautiful with carefulness
I do notice life with you without sighing
So I raise my hands to embrace you and you alone
Without a fear of losing you, you are in my visions
With beautiful roses by your side
I love you more than twelve times
Without doubt I do love you, I care for you and you alone
So do not walk away
Please lets talk about things anyway
With feelings of letting you go is make me ache in the heart
Do not stop believing my passion has fallen apart
So I raise my hands to embrace you and you alone
Look I want us to grow old with each other through years of journeys
With hope of sharing life of fulfillment that gives us memories
With this I hope to give all of my faith and I hope it is not to late
I Look into your eyes with such full life because you have been my life date
So I raise my hands to embrace you and you alone
And you alone
So I raise my hands to embrace you
you alone
Written: May 10, 2024
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Cosmic candor will be suitable
beyond our sight, providing insight
we sift and shift, sustaining a sanctum,
carefulness must be displayed,
as amorphous words uttered,
cosmos works in tandem,
with our intentions,
In this wild environment,
that may seem beyond repair
In wild minds, we find no concern,
each soul craves to be aware,
we should strive for calm not despair,
together, we can be substantive,
and mend anathematized minds
making us utterly magnificent.
Words seem ambivalent
yet, possess vast strength.
as any skilled poet would attest
and may usher us in archaic paths.
leading us to faraway moons
leaving us arcane
in a mesmerizing gaze,
words can exude golden honey,
but can also aureate souls,
and beleaguer afflictions,
& caterwaul time to a standstill,
whether in art or blithe nature,
we stoutly witness moments,
that urge garrulous trivial manner.
& leave dinkum impact on lives.
In that face an eon of desultory,
talk, a lifetime of anguish,
glazed over are those eyes with
diaphanous teardrops that never fall
but were swallowed as water.
Parched lips are always sealed.
Uncluttering a word to ease
torment & disconsolate,
or hope inebriated
into smithereens
and dreams ravaged
by effusive tempests;
ephemeral furrows on the brow,
those trenches in which
all previous battles were fought,
and fatuous wounds endured,
all frivolous fights are done,
let's await an ending.