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Shadows expand until daylight is gone,
swallowing visible beams like a yawn.
Fervently reaching like a greedy hand,
until daylight is gone, shadows expand.
Leaf piles increase in the hiss of brisk wind.
Meager gardens sag, verdant assets thinned.
A howling gust uplifts each drifting piece.
In the hiss of brisk wind, leaf piles increase.
Coldness compounds like a dampened shawl worn.
Snowman's weathered cloak I mutely adorn.
The numbing of an ice compress surrounds.
Like a dampened shawl worn, coldness compounds.
Thorns remain as fragrant petals lose scent,
hardened in a hunkered state of lament.
Not all is lost in bitter frost and rain.
As fragrant petals lose scent, thorns remain.
9-5-2022
Moon isn't different; same do sun.
But we all for peace get the streets shun.
Weather caress us so well.
Should earth not be healed; won't all wish hell?
The pleasure taken indoor is off beast mode,
More than necessity could brace, all calm abode.
Its insane how the crueler widens each moment.
Yes! The news becomes abhorrent.
Each day becomes long in bed;
Couldn't pray of daily bread,
All we thought of is manna from heaven.
Fell truly, though all was distributed amongst seven.
And has day passes, cocks cease to crow...
Only couples continue to plough,
Not even farmers that could heal the land.
Plants lacking sunlight shall live to wither,
In the face of Corona plants, farmers become weary to withstand
The peace streets enjoys lonely as weather slithers.
The dying seeds await their falls...
Farmers aren't scared to grace the silent night*
It seems courtesy colors their calls.
With the burn, they become more delight
Despite all the risks that abounds.
We pray for all farmers' souls gone to rest---
May courage from others be not divest,
That all retires to their compounds.
Truly, our night gowns are wet in tears...
In it we continually pray "everyone's life be repaired."
All roads become pleasing...
That we may find the cure,
Even the ones we tag impure now retreating,
To ease our fears so pure.
If not of faith, should we have forgotten our fountain?
If not by grace, none should have answered --- the origin rejected long on mountain.
Pastors flee; all retires to their comfort,
Imams skip the usual advert of God's stalwart.
Is He no longer He who has done great in the past?
Or was it our faith becoming so aghast?
O God almighty, be thou forever receive honor.
We kowtow as a hopeless goner,
Let thy favour lights our grace,
And turn around the world's case.
Though weary hearts rarely render praises!
If I had to be judgmental
And choose to point a finger at
I would choose me
If I had some one to submit
And repent
I would choose me
Now in my life now
Been called many times a thief and liar
Now that's OK cause God has forgave me
I would choose me
Sticks and stones can break many bones
I'd Choose Me
And in all of this God has healed me
Now if you read this and in insist
To judge and hound me
I would choose me
Next time you look in the mirror (make your it's clear)
Remember, you too are not worthy
For it's only for the grace of God
I would choose me
That covers indulges surrounds us
For it's only in Jesus His love compounds us
So knowing all this I choose not to be judgmental
For I too am just flesh
Made from dirt and dust
Evil sinful lusts
I would choose me,
God forgive me
11/20/17
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
He turned the pages, one by one, alone, stepping.
Watched every hope of solvency dethroned, ebbing.
His boot sunk deep in last year's debt, still squelching,
His ledger keeping its grief in ink, to blot its flinching.
"Just one more loan, please," the owner sighed.
"To keep us afloat, to turn the ebbing tide."
The accountant knew that tug all too well—
Each rescue simply paid the swamp another toll.
Sunk cost cared nothing for the past.
Yet no one wished it to be the last.
To walk away from money spent before,
Was to leave footprints asking for more.
Creative figures dressed the slime in gray.
Each borrowed sum still carried more debt to pay.
The swamp, it seemed, kept better books than most,
Yet every asset counted, twice, returned as a ghost.
He mused on how debt, like mud, compounds with time,
Each interest another footnote in the crime's rhyme,
To "amortize" a debt, in truth, was so unkind,
Being a mortise joint no carpenter would design to bind.
They praised new books as solvent, clean and clear,
Not knowing solvent means "to loosen," - my dear.
The firm dissolved in slow, respectable degrees,
While the client toasted his fees with: 'Yes please'!
To reconcile the books was not the same game,
As learning how to live inside its own shame.
The figures balanced, tidy, clean, and neat,
While something older was whispering beneath his feet.
"Write it off," the honest voice quickly advised,
Yet honesty, like boots in mud, was being compromised.
For every truth deferred, a new fee quietly accrued—
Was the client drowning, or his conscience being pursued?
For honesty said: 'Cut the losses, crisp and clean',
Dear profit whispered: stretch the in-between.
He knew which sane voice a wise man would heed—
Yet only heard which one, kept sowing reeds of greed.
"A Going Concern," he proclaimed; though doubt remained,
A phrase that kept the failing firm sustained.
Each quarter yet another swamp was set in place
To rehearse, fifty degrees of sinking in disgrace.
Formula Fe2 O3
Iron is just awesome – let’s see!
First it was prehistoric man
Who was always an iron fan
Iron is a third of the earth
Industry is iron by birth
Pritchard designed and Darby made
Iconic Iron Bridge won’t fade
Smelt pig iron from iron ore
Produces cast iron galore
Backbone of skyscrapers, bridges
Organs of cars, washers, fridges
Clever Bessemer carbon gone
Heralded steel for everyone
Mankind’s most ingenious feat
Turning raw earth to steel – so neat!
Iron’s compounds are versatile
No wonder it’s used all the while
Inks, fertilisers, pesticides
Paints, enamels and more besides
Many iron phrases pervade
Each as an English language aid
There’s ironclad, iron curtain
Iron grip and more for certain
We need it in a small amount
For on haemoglobin we count
Open your eyes and look around
Everywhere an iron surround
Iron has magnetic appeal
First place must be iron with steel
Gone are those times, if ever such times were seen
When rustic shepherds shepherd their flock on nutritive green
Shepherds now lead their sheep to calamity and damnation
But today, the sheeps cry out for urgent and drastic redemption
Weary and tired in their age-long captivities
Now interested in their awakened sensitivities
To each other, they said, there's something we can do
This is our land, the land was here before us
With milk and honey it flows, its territories an oasis of safe haven
Calm was the land, then things began to happen
Our shepherds, our trust, our hearts has broken
And today, their leaky umbrellas we have broken
Falling from darkness to a place of uncertainty
Everything is moving with no recorded velocity
Crawling from the known to the unknown
The sheep sheepishly arrived at the unknown
The change, everything she's changing
No change is this, only a changeling
Hoping for a relief as time and tide passes
Alas! More darkness our territory encompasses
Hired shepherds, their sacred duties have abandoned
In vain hope their wickedness to us by us shall be pardoned
Shepherd umbrella and shepherd broom are just but alike
Our resort and determination to live in all they dislike
For decades something evil has been withholding us
At last we found out it was nothing but ourselves
Tell the lazy sheep, their laziness eschew
Death sentence, their dominance on us ensure
Let sentiment not guide our affairs as mortals
Common sense, our resort controls in total
For our woes, our sentiment endlessly compounds
In unison, our freedom, genuine minds propounds
Cease then that grief, and let those cards decide
If emotion rules us, be that emotion guide
If passion rules us, be that passion pride
If reason, then good reason our minds provide
Their piercing brooms, our flesh have broken
Shall tomorrow, at moon light by grace be broken
Orochi C. Joshua, 2018, @all right reserved
Collops of fat line the tables of the few,
while the many stretch hands toward empty plates.
Skyscrapers rise in the capital,
yet in the villages, children bend under jerrycans,
walking miles for a sip of muddy water.
The economy grows, they say—
percentages polished and paraded—
but the growth is stored in vaults,
not in classrooms with broken desks,
not in hospitals without medicine,
not in the pockets of the farmer who tills red soil for nothing.
Every election season,
collops of fat are dangled like bait—
T-shirts, soap, envelopes,
promises swollen with grease,
but never nourishment for tomorrow.
The youth, restless, crowd into boda stages,
degrees folded in pockets,
dreams reduced to dust by unemployment.
Markets overflow with speeches,
but not with buyers.
Streets fill with posters,
but not with jobs.
Uganda’s wealth pools in corners,
thick, congealed, unreachable.
The nation limps,
while a few grow heavier, rounder,
their laughter echoing across gated compounds.
Collops of fat—
the evidence of excess,
the proof of imbalance,
the weight carried not by those who eat,
but by those who starve.
As i reach our town
There has been news of the spread
Homesteaders and livestock
In suffocate dead
Nothing has been spared
The outskirts it has reached
Townsfolk now in convoy
Their livelihood's breached
We hear on the radio
This black tide is all around
But it only comes from the rivers
From moist and wetted grounds
We reach the Rangers camp
Where scientists are meeting
To determine this phenomenon
This ebony black string
Many weeks pass
As this menace gathers speed
And its strong smell of oil
Lingers on this weed
A press conference has been called
The lab reports are back
Something deep below
Has made organic compounds attack
Has this been a freak of nature
What else do we not know
What else do we take for granted
That around us steadily grows
Many months have passed
The black tide slowly creeps
This phenomenon from below
Its as if our planet weeps
We have learnt to live in tandem
As we control it best we can
Maybe its always been here
Ever since time began
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Isolation
In a city so full of many
Why can’t I find a friend
One loyal true companion
That life will finally send
I’ve tired of the loneliness
And emptiness I found
The sorrow paralyzed me
Its sadness it compounds
It’s hiding in the hidden recesses
That lurk inside my soul
Its fangs, they grip at heartstrings
Destruction as their goal
A breakdown of my person
Disintegrating heart
An identity collapsing
Before a union starts
Immersed in a veil of sadness
My brain, it finally rests
Escaping from the emptiness
Reminders of my past
The gap that I am feeling
Fills up its empty well
Recharged with expectations
Wraps up the barren shell
When rays of dancing sunlight
They finally appear
With thoughts and dreams of happiness
Salvation looming near
Because each and every person
He needs to the believe
And spend time in his company
And find his own reprieve
Then, he can find his circle
And secure his niche
His solitude will dissipate
And he will find his wish
And then the world will follow
And the crowds will chase
And solitude and company, discord and joy will embrace
Today’s silent screams end up as tomorrow’s unshed, angry, inside tears,
And they effect a variety of people.
Today’s sadness and depression compounds yesterdays’ misery,
Breaking people down,
Reducing communication.
Today’s angry attitudes cause road rage, and drive by shootings,
Today can only be lived once, but it can change everything.
Today, reach out to one person.
You might not find out for years,
You might never find out,
But if you do reach out,
To one person,
Only one.
It might make the world a better place.
Knowing it now does not matter a whit anyway.
When you get to heaven and your spirit guides open your book of today’s
That’s when it will matter.
We gave you all of these todays, they say.
And you did not change anything.
What say you?