Long Determination Poems
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You see the man upright there,
screaming, shouting, and convincing,
wrapping around a lie with another,
playing with people’s minds forever.
The man upright there has a power —
unnoticed, misused, and unmatched
by anyone else.
He call himself as lucky and deserving,
the best one for serving his country.
They rule as if they are God.
They plan as if they are Lord.
But they are nothing more than a fraud.
There wanting
are as big as mountain.
There evil thought
flow like a fountain.
Now you see the man upright there.
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August 31 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Haggai 1-2
Key Verse – Haggai 1:5 Now therefore thus saith the LORD of hosts; Consider your ways.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY WAYS’ CHECKER
Lord God, You are my ways’ Checker
Who assures me of heaven
Thank You that You granted me life everlasting, never fleshly-driven
To let me realize that You have me completely forgiven
By Your mercy along pardon You have fully given.
Lord God, You are my ways’ Checker
Who builds me up in Your Word-verities
Thank You that You for discipline me midst my pleasure-seeking vanities
To let me stop wasting Your granted service-opportunities
By Your grace to blow selfishness-caused infirmities.
Lord God, You are my ways’ Checker
Who strengthens me with Your covenant
Thank You that You rebuke me for desiring self-glory, truly repugnant
To let me value Your high calling, supremely dominant
By Your might that propels me from being spiritually stagnant.
Lord God, You are my ways’ Checker
Who sanctifies me of uncleanness
Thank You that You purify me from wickedness’ filthiness
To let me press toward Your mark of stewardship-faithfulness
By Your exhortation toward Your kingdom pursuits’ fruitfulness.
Lord God, You are my ways’ Checker
Who reproves me of displeasing action
Thank You that You enlighten me with Your instruction
To let me follow You along diligence and determination
By Your guidance, always righteous against pride’s admonition
Lord God, You are my ways’ Checker
Who chastens me due to my slothfulness-blight
Thank You that You teach me to prioritize Your will of perfection-height
To let me engage in Your ministry with service-delight
By Your goodness that transforms fear toward faith-flight.
Lord God, You are my ways’ Checker
Who commends me with my commitment
Thank You that You reward me along satisfaction’s contentment
To let me stay in Your will, overcoming worthless allurement
By Your compassion enabling sublime fulfillment.
He has been sitting there for ten long years looking out the window of despair, what ails him I just don’t know, but it was time for him to go. Sadness trembles on his lips and smiles buried in the deep could not force its way to the street, and he leans on his own courage to get by until tears start rolling down his eyes.
His languishing days slowly pass by and all around him were obstacles parachuting to the sky, the angel of love did intervene but it left him heart-broken and stripped away from his dream; he moan and groan as the days passes by, watching the world going and coming and the bells in the cathedral tolling. Someone must have died for the crucifix was dominant in the skies.
It is time for him to go, for the money bag is running low, it is time for him to go so that the world can unwind from around him and the universe can sing. I knelt down at the alter listening to the old man’s sorrow, epitaph if a derailed dream, filled with chaos and voices he could not trust. Nothing that they do could console him, we watch the universe rages war in his head, but hope keeps telling him that everything will be fine.
His dream is to go away to a place where his heart will stay. He wants to go to the countryside in France or the German’s inland, but he fears the worse, for he neither have script nor purse but he wants to break-out and try something new and hope that his determination will see him through.
Help someone to say goodbye and give him all the help he can get from the sky. He is ready to go, but fears had him trapped in the middle of the show. You will meet with him this afternoon and ask him what he needs to leave that place and continue his personal race.
One provides the money, the other the food, someone help with transportation and the other accommodation. You will generate a team to do a job search for the job of his dream; you will send in the application and wait on the result from heaven.
You will help him to settle in until the job is forth coming. You will pay the monthly rent for him and cover all the expenses and monitor his daily living. Time is running by so help him before he dies; everyone must play their part to get him out of the dark.
Help someone to say goodbye before he dies.
Why root
for underdogs?
Easy. They just don't quit;
odds against them, tremendous, yet...
these tough Rocky Balboas
of the world fight
to win.
Why root
for underdogs?
We see ourselves in them.
When they taste victory, we win.
Their survival instinct
is a treat to
behold.
Why root
for underdogs?
They often surprise, so...
don't be quick to bet against them;
their determination,
surely second...
to none.
Why root
for underdogs?
They roll with the punches;
Davids at war with Goliaths,
at disadvantage, yet...
no fear shown, no...
retreat.
Why root
for underdogs?
The question is why not?
After all, they give us their best!
Their heart is in the fight.
When they lose, they...
still win!
Submitted for...
Heptastich Poetry Contest
Sponsored by William Kekaula
Date written: 06/05/2021
you never saw me when i was
itching at the sky for answers
that were never there,
opening all of the gates and all of the pits
beyond the Valley of Death,
still stinking with brim, and hot brine
just to clear my grocery list,
you never looked for me when i was in the vine
looking for the sun
hiding from the tigers
catching opportunities from the sky
like Zack Wheeler throwing a Durian at my nose
of course, you could never find me
you were looking for the one on top of those diamond peaks
carved by an individual with grit and determination,
just to leap on top of it in a single bound
but as you can see, I was right under it the whole time,
under the umptillion pounds of everything i’ve worked for
aimlessly itching and itching for all of that fast-twitch piston-power
because no mountain will ever be big enough if you can climb it
and suffer to take another breath of life,
without becoming Death itself
and of course you won’t be there when I tear it all down again
because the first second of eternity is sweeped away
with every swat of the hands in my watch
becoming a persistent memory under 1000 degrees of heat
a persistent memory of a time that will never come
but you wouldn’t know
because you waste time
all the time
and make the least of it
when it counts the most
you couldn’t give less of a damn what my problem is
so don’t even bother to ask
just look up and climb around it
look for someone who needs your help
and try not to think about it too much
pretending to care gets you nowhere
so walk up
or walk away
NINE ELEVEN
That fateful day when the news came in
Grim indeed, but seemed a world away
The two tall pinnacles of a modern city
It took some time to really feel the pity
All colour disappeared, leaving only grey
And in that moment chaos would begin
Services were scrambled to reach the site
One soon after the other, crashing down
Crumbling stonework, and twisted iron
All due to the human version of a prion
Penetrating the very nucleus of downtown
And a rapid spreading of fear and fright
There was also a third attack later that day
At the very heart of military intelligence
Back at the collapsed World Trade Center
Clouds hung in the air, like dirty polenta
For such a wound, there was little defence
And dusty survivors stumbled to get away
A nation that never imagined such an event
It was a most painful strike on body and mind
Perhaps the warning signs were never heeded
Some serious readjustment certainly needed
Into the psyche, new determination enshrined
And a message of war was packaged and sent
True love cannot be sensed nor seen;
Cannot be heard nor touched;
I never saw it coming;
I still remember the evening; l received a call
It was from someone l never knew or imagined.
It all sounded like a joke;
How can one have a tale to tell to someone never met;
Never talked to?
All was a fairytale indeed.
All was a sheer madness!
Calls were made;
Texts were sent;
Wishes were horses.
Roses were planted;
Sunflowers were planted as well;
Love was planted;
Later & nurtured by
Jokes; appreciation;
Encouragement; determination;
Faithfulness; honesty;
Two-way communication;
Not forgetting "give & take".
It is said that
Where there is love;
There is always a way.
One wonders ; what is love?
Who deserves to be loved?
Howitzer can one prove the love one has for the other?
I am told that
Actions speak louder than words;
Love is believed to conquer all.
Am l conquered as l love someone?
Has my heart been stolen?
If l cannot spend a second
Without thinking of someone!
Without smiling at his once cracked jokes!
Without being thirsty of his kisses!
Without craving for his drive!
The writing is on the wall.
I am in love;
Madly inlove!!!!
Marching in line, six legs on the ground,
These mini-soldiers do not make a sound.
Nature's army, tough as can be,
Fighting for the queen and colony.
Antennae twitching, always alert,
Ready for battle in leaves and dirt.
No fear, no doubt, just pure dedication,
Defending their home with determination.
Scouts lead the way, workers follow through,
Soldiers guard flanks, and the enemy pursues.
Each has a role, a job to do,
In this six-legged army, tried and true.
Mandibles sharp, like swords they wield,
Exoskeletons are hard, a living shield.
Some spray acid, chemical warfare,
Others lift weights that seem unfair.
United they stand, divided they're strong,
Cooperation's their marching song.
Tiny in size but huge in might,
These insects put up one hell of a fight.
From desert sands to the forest floor,
These troops wage their tiny war.
No medals given, no glory sought,
Just instinct-driven battles fought.
So next time you see an ant hill rise,
Look closer, you might realise:
These aren't just bugs that make you squirm,
They're nature's soldiers, firm.
Respect the ant, this mini-marine,
Part of Earth's oldest war machine.
In strength and numbers, they'll survive,
The mighty, mighty ant hive jive!
My first day talking to the creators would be filled with question about nature whose answers I’ve long awaited…the second day I’d start with nature then begin asking about the humans they created.
Why create a world so beautiful…why go to such extremes…such pains…
then create forces of destruction…like earthquakes, tornadoes…and hurricanes?
In this beautiful world you created…where the trees grow tall and the rivers flow…
why is there so much sadness…so much sorrow…so much woe?
When you saw humans creating their false hierarchy…and sitting certain ones atop it…why oh why creators…did you not try and stop it?
Why would you take so much time creating a universe….so much planning and patience and care…then allow us to abuse her…by polluting her lands, her seas, her air?
If you meant us to live in harmony with the Earth and all her creatures why would you let us choose to hunt them, to capture them for sport…and to imprison them in zoos?
Why once you created humans…would you then allow us to create…a world that’s filled with prejudice, with bigotry and hate?
Why would you create us with a thinking mind…with determination and free will
then watch us go to war with each other and manufacture weapons that can kill?
So many of our own we have mistreated…people of color, women…anyone who’s a little bit different or gay…why would you allow us to treat other human beings this way?
Slavery, concentration camps, taking people’s dignity…their land…
why would you let these things happen…these are things I do not understand.
Of course the answer to these…and questions like them…
must wait until we meet with our creators…our true fathers our true mothers….
perhaps in the meantime…
while we wait…
these are questions…
we should be asking one another?
We will on that long awaited Saturday of October
at a ceremony graced by men of great stature
be officially declared victors in academics
We will take a well-rehearsed parade
towards the podium where we will shake hands
with professors and be crowned
with titles no one can ever take away from us
Oh fellow graduate, do you recall those times
when we were often in helter-skelter situations
scurrying on pavements
with heavy bundles of books;
heavy with unsolved problems?
We fell sometimes; yes we fell
but we dared to rise and regrouped our focus
and now we shall wear those gowns,
we shall wear those clothes tagged success
and shoes free of dust; proud of ourselves
For we eyed for this titles
we eyed for them with determination
and now we have them in our own hands
and no one can ever take them away from us
Bojosi Ditshwele ©
For the University of Botswana Graduation ceremony held on the 12th October 2013
Published on the Echo newspaper; 10-16 Oct 2013