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North eastern whistling through papyrus banks
Emanating streams are from forest Rwanda
Collecting reserving ever controversial
No propagating ,Lake Victoria real natural source
We are from the source of Nile
Summer rain blessed over mount of Ethiopia
Seasonal worship prolonging to Hapi.
Egyptian farmers awaiting the blue silt
Obscuring barriers , flowing river great
We are from the source of Nile
She will be joining blue hands at Khartoum
Resting reversing , then reaching to Cairo
Looking behind like a responsible mom
Blessing the fertile land again , hats off
We are from the source of Nile
Enchanting caves and all gigantic pyramids
Egyptian mummy an evident civilization
Gentle the flow for the life distribution
Never dispensable such a real contribution
We are from the source of Nile
Padmakumar
If We Don Need Um-Why Feed Um
We do not need to feed -
who we do not need
Every since they yelled
thar's gold in dem dar hills
dars oil in dat der groun
there's
diamons in dat der mine
there is salt in dat mine
ders water in dat well
dars feritle soil on
dem peoples lan.
Poor people have become
a means to an end
disposable-dispensable
unemployable
slavery is still a commodity.
Build new prisons -
keep them on reservations.
Bring in the cheaper workers
Bring in the desperado's
and they know how
to suffer in silence.
These others make to much noise
and these union boys.-unwieldy
They've had their day-
They've had there say.
There's GMO'S in
them dar fish N chickn's
tomatoes and corn..
Feed um fuel ,no more sugar cane-
Syrup from the corn or bust.
Eat that they mus !
They'll soon be insane,feed um dat;
And other poison food stuff.
We don need um -why feed um HUH?
Did I mention we can
now use their pensions..
( Song)
If you R happy
and you know it
then your
face will surly show it
if you R happy
and you know it ...say ?
A life invaded by power of base desire
metamorphoses into an object inert.
A being pristine and vibrant abused
by the brute clutch of carnal instinct
strays like strewn pearls from string snapped.
The sane sense corroded by acid impulse
doesn’t repent for a moment lacerating
the vulnerable unworldly psyche unwary,
fostering fervent dreams of belonging,
decimated by savage affront unforeseen.
For a body caught in cesspool of vile lust
the garden of existence turns wasteland,
where blown by harsh winds of disgrace
plaintive mind crumpled to dust ponders,
where has sanity gone in brutal times.
The flower called life blooms with promise
of gifting precious treasure of beauty adored.
When it’s ravaged to ruins as an object dispensable
love in shattered heart becomes debris of hatred,
searching for a niche to hide the shamed soul.
August 27, 2019
Total words (136) counted on PS.
He doesn’t remember
his great grandfather
who passed away when he was five
He can’t recall the wooden heart
he painted in a kaleidoscope of colors
that his father helped him to place
carefully in the casket
His developing brain at some point
over the past decade
determined the record of that day
and of the man himself
he'd hugged before leaving the hospital
when last he saw him alive
who had existed on this earth
for eighty one years
to be dispensable
superfluous
It doesn’t matter who we are
mendicant or movie star
Someday no one will remain
who retains memories of us
It is not only our bodies
that decay into dust
An innocent life grabbed unaware
by the deceptive tentacles of base desire,
morphs into an inert entity of pleasure.
A lively human being, spirited and vibrant,
battered by the brute clutch of carnal instinct,
strays as strewn pearl from snapped string.
The sane sense crumpled by acrid impulse,
does not repent for a moment lacerating
the vulnerable unwary feminine psyche,
fostering the fervent fervor of belonging,
decimated by the savage affront unforeseen,
turns into abused debris after being devoured.
For a body caught in the cesspool of vile lust,
the garden of existence becomes a wasteland,
where blown by the harsh winds of disgrace
the plaintive mind crumpling to dust,
ponders why has the human sanity disappeared
in the abyss of the brutal times.
The fragile flower called life blooms
with the patina of transient dream,
longs for the charming beauty to be adored.
If it is ravaged to ruins as a dispensable object,
the shattered heart becomes a cauldron of hatred,
searching for a fig leaf to hide the shamed soul.
__________________
April 2, 2022
Title chosen : Fig Leaf
Contest : This Or That, Vol. 11
Sponsored by : Edward Ibeh
“It Came in Our Dreams”
The Others
watch on,
somewhere above us.
we, ant like
form our battalions
soldier ants
with no substantial sting
repelling reptilian
brains in flight
striking our oily deals
sliding into our nightmares,
acrid smoke, bee-keeping our hives
we strike, in routine formations
they count
our worth.
our number
measured
in what always
walks alone
in our dreams.
they send
their messengers
to us, in our dreams,
while we
war
in our sleep,
in the depth
of our despair
in the flow,
of our dreams.
when we wake
we think,
that was so real -
what was that all about,
that was so real,
where are we -
are we really here?
they count
our worth
our number
measured
in what always
walks alone
in our dreams.
we
are more
vulnerable
than we believe.
we are seen
for what we truly are
human -
the fabric of us, flimsy -
easy
and dispensable.
for a while
we
think,
we are
all
there is -
unique,
in truth,
we ...
lack originality.
wars
of the unreal,
Nuremberg 1541
there have always been battles,
could this
have been real,
or just a dream
Tic-tac-toe
we think we
know
it all
battles come and go
what is drawing us
forward and up
out of our bodies,
from the too deep dream
we toss and turn
in our sleep, nightmares
easy regiments -
dispensable, flimsy
souls
without feet.
one war down
another
to go.
It came in our dreams
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Pallas Athena”/Bowie
https://youtu.be/yNV5_6vz208
Nuremberg, 1541
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1561_celestial_phenomenon_over_Nuremberg
Celestial Phenomenon Over Nuremberg, April 14th, 1561
https://publicdomainreview.org/collection/celestial-phenomenon-over-nuremberg-april-14th-1561
Witness
https://movies2watch.is/watch-tv/watch-ufo-witness-hd-67147.4829014
President Reagan: Address to the United Nations, September 26, 1988 https://youtu.be/nYi5h5Gvdz8
Ronald Reagan, UN, September 21, 1987 / Threat
https://youtu.be/bfS7FrN5aNQ
LYRICS/”Pallas Athena”, Bowie
https://genius.com/David-bowie-pallas-athena-lyrics
I am a rock; earth, air, fire and water;
a child of the elements.
I grow and erode;
my greatest strength is stillness;
my voice, the silence.
I am a tree, a child of the elements.
I grow and decay;
shedding leaves and bark.
My voice is a whisper;
my strength is the stillness;
though I bow to the winds.
Immobile am I; a conundrum of nature.
I am a mountain; a child of the elements.
I grow and erode, by layers.
my strength is the stillness;
My purpose is a home for rock, tree and beast.
I am a human, a child of the elements.
I grow and decay like everything else.
My voice is a gift;
my strength is the still silence,
where I rarely go.
Haphazardly, I run amok;
relying too much on things I create,
instead of my silent strength.
My greed crushes the rocks;
destroys the trees;.
My ego dynamites the mountains;
poisons the water and air.
Because of me, the earth and her children, suffer.
Wallowing in my greed and ignorance;
my siblings of the elements, are dispensable.
I am a human, a child of the elements.
I destroy because I ignore,
the still silence; my strength.
Does the utopian human not salute,
The ideal person, right and sensible?
Which psychologists can easily foster and describe,
In certain personality models which are not dispensable?
The utopian human stands to beg,
The question posed by psychologists,
“What is your character and personality?”
Their good models encourage an interactive dexterity.
When a business or organisation invests in people,
They’re hoping to entertain a certain personality;
One that's open, giving and receptive,
Not one that deceives by theology or has religious animosity.
Your space - your problems and your pleasures,
Must be respected in a mandatory fashion,
Not differentiated away from to illuminate,
Someone else’s spirituality and god passion.
That morality exists necessitates the virtues,
Which today can be separated away from beliefs,
But religious demands should not go unquestioned,
As a platform without judgement relief.
Christian fundamentalists are either,
Right or wrong in the head,
And it is very much apparent to me,
That today they should be being lead.
Their kids can be not loved at all,
For their intellect, past-times and emotions,
By parents who will only talk to them,
If they do their daily devotions.
When you look out on life from its precipice,
If god is there, you will lack,
The speech, the confidence and the creativity to mark,
The land upon which you will embark.
Enculture yourself in human principles -
The church’s toleration of them is slight;
I don't believe agnosticism is an option,
If you want to be in the light.
Atheism and humanism let you become a better person,
And give you moral fibre every day if you would like;
But Christianity’s focus is on godliness and evangelism,
So atheism’s a better cognition, ‘cos agnosticism’s just not right.
I AM YOURS AND YOU ARE MINE
On the journey of a thousand miles
What keeps me going are your thoughts
My heart is very fond of you
Told me its difficult to live without you
Together we built blocks of compassion above the sky
Painted the world with the colour of your smile
The night became homely and bright
My dreams came to stay hence forth that night
Love, they say its dispensable
But love is the reason the world is beautiful
Why the sun and moon is alive, and the stars
For I could see them through your eyes
If the frame in my heart get broken into a million pieces
Each will carry but treasurable memories
Of all the moment's spent with you
For life would be meaningless without you
© Akan Udofia 2016
https://akanudofia.blogspot.com.ng/2018/01/i-am-yours-and-you-are-mine.html
Saturday, January 27, 2018
It was apostolic tradition that the Church discerned writings
To be included in the list of Sacred Books
This complete list is called the canon Scripture
It includes 46 books for the Old Testament
45 if we account Jeremiah and Lamentations as one
The Old Testament is dispensable part of Sacred Scripture
Its books are divinely inspired and
Retain a permanent value
For the Old Covenant has never been revoked
Indeed
The economy of the Old Testament was deliberately so oriented
That it should prepare for and declare in prophecy in the coming of Father Christ
Redeemer of all men
Even though they contain matters imperfect and provisional
The books of the Old Testament
Bear witness to the divine pedagogy of Eternal God’s saving love
These writings are a storehouse of sublime teaching of Eternal God and
Of sound wisdom on human life
As well as a wonderful treasury of prayers
In them
Too
The mystery of our salvation is present in a hidden way
Christians venerate the Old Testament as true Word of Eternal God
The Church has always vigorously opposed
The idea of rejecting the Old Testament
Under the pretext that the New
Has rendered it void (Marcionism.