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When the Rooster Crows At 6.30
The soul is forgiveness because it knows forgiveness. A bird tried to build her nest under the outdoor patio light fixtures, but I forbade it. Somehow, her persistence was canny, while mine was firm. Eventually, she gave up. I haven’t seen her in days; I guess she hated me during those moments. But I believe in safety first, above all else.
While I was there, I observed a lot. The ground birds stick it out with each other, while the wild monkeys never seem interested in whatever they do. They eat apples, mangoes, and leaves, minding their own business. I guess I wasn’t minding mine.
At 6:30 PM on the dock, the rooster would crow, jump the guard wall, and go up the tall tree for the night. He waits for the two hens, and if they take too long to join him, he disciplines them when they finally reach the branches. My observation is that these ground birds act like humans.
Birds hold symbolic significance in diverse cultures. If you don’t adhere to the rules, there are consequences. To watch and observe others’ behavior, to feel the pain of others, is to know the poet who is composing. We never shy away from grief and torment, which others provoke before our eyes. We smell the coffee, but we never taste it. No matter how unpleasant, enjoy your Sunday, my poetic friends."
Of all the ships I've seen, heard of, or read about;
Of all the ships that have ever braved the oceans and high seas;
Of all the ships that have traversed the rivers and lakes of the planet;
Of all the ships that have broken through the icy-melts of glaciers;
Or survived the beatings and torments of angry and raging storms;
Whether it was the infamous Mayflower that landed on Cape Cod,
delivering the pilgrim settlers of America; Or the great cruisers that
dock the beautiful shores of the Caribbean. There are great ships that
come and go and from time to time, even the likes of the Titanic. The one thing that they all have in common is that they all will sink. But I tell you, there is no ship that holds dearer nor steadier than a real friendship. There is no ship whether past, present, or future that can ever compare and compete with the ship called 'The Friendship'. There is none more brotherly nor so sisterly, so dear, faithful, and loyal as the beloved 'Friendship'.
I have noted with deep concern that recently you have lost some very dear friends*. My dear friend, I am praying for you that The Lord will comfort you in your great loss.
A friend.
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She ventured limitless miles, creating for herself, beaucoup lifestyles.
She cannot be locked in a sumptuous home, nor in your selfish heart.
It's simply not her way!
But you can find her dancing with daisies with no shoes or socks.
Totally free, she will never follow you down to the sea, any dock.
Happily, paintinng her life’s joyous foray!
Beware, as she will intoxicate you with her mahogany eyes.
With invitations to come and play, always with a sensuous surprise.
Her songs lift the sun at break of day.
Forever blowing sensous, kaleidoscopic bubbles in your direction.
Life is her delight and indeed, total and sweetest confection.
At night she dances in ectasy, as stars come out to play!
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Fatima was a doctor, raise the alarm.
A doctor's first vow is to do no harm.
We place in their hands our health and our lives,
Trusting their judgment, their drugs, and their knives
Fatima confessed to killing 40 infidels
You check in to her clinic; you might not get well.
She hates you if your religion's not hers
A breach of your trust, a rift occurs.
You leave Granny behind in a nursing-home bed;
You've got work and a life, you must go on ahead.
But she's soiled, rings a bell for hours on end
The staff are too few, you cannot depend.
You send your kids to the local school
Entrust them to teachers, but are you the fool?
Do they learn math, and ABCs?
or that boys are girls and money grows on trees?
In a naive view, all MDs cure.
Teachers like our kids, we used to be sure.
Is it too much to ask that the job description be done,
Even when no praise or reward will be won?
The government puts the crooks in jail
But then we see crooks go free, no bail
Police au contraire often land in the dock
Because the law sees racism under every rock.
John Adams warned that our Constitution's design
Depends on a people whose morals align.
No parchment can save us, no clever decree,
If virtue abandons the machinery.
If termites proliferate in the foundation
If the train breaks down before leaving the station.
Misery will diffuse, no one to believe.
Covenants breached and trust lost can't retrieve.
A dying woman posts a nice dating ad for her husband,
soon to be a lovely lonely widower.
She recognizes that she is replaceable when her light dims and fades to off.
There are substitutes, swaps and replacements for everything
if you are not too precious about it.
The degree, scope and extent of the swap varies, but there are no exceptions.
Departure's vacuum is not sustainable, something must rush it to fill the void.
You can't hold your breath for ever, the new breath will rush in to replace the non-replaceable.
Better to choose wisely and plan ahead
than to be forced to cope with what the cat or tide brings in.
Everything has a use by date, nothing lasts for ever, you can't take it with you.
Even love is fleeting and flickers out.
The only thing that lasts, and lingers on, is the memories
Cherish those memories forever.
Let the substitutes dock in as replacements.
A ship off the old dock
1869 launched on the Leven
named for an archaic Scottish short shirt
worn by a witch in a Robbie Burns poem
damaged by fire in 2007
a composite construction clipper
with George Moodie as 1st skipper
sailing 8 seasons in the China trade
on the whirling wind across the swirling sea
no they're not made
like that any more
she danced as a dervish carrying tea
then wool for ten years again and again
driving on in record time from Australia to Great Britain
and after all those ocean voyages
from her Dumbarton launch to end her days
a museum on the Thames in Greenwich
only 425 miles away
MY SHIP
I have a ship.
A beautiful ship!
Big and brown
With white sails and a mast that touches the sky from ground.
With a dock that could hold ten thousand sailors
As they work
Yet I am not the captain of my ship
My ship captains me
I have a ship
A beautiful ship
I named her Olivia
After my uncle’s wife
She was a good woman
Who lived a virtuous life
My ship rocks me back and forth like a chair
When I am in despair
Then I lie in the gentle arms of Morpheus
It is obvious
I was asleep
My ship whispers into my ears
My son it is well
Or was it the wind?
I cannot tell
I observed the night skies
With my naked eyes
While sitting on the deck of my ship
And each star tells a different story
Some of the fall of men
And others of their glory
I have a ship
Though I am not her captain
And every voyage I take
I get younger for certain
As if I was baptized in the Youth’s fountain
On my way back
I stumbled on a giant named Jack
Who threatened to destroy my ship!
But he could not
We fought
And his might could not match mine
As he thought
I have a ship
An enchanted ship
That can grant men what their heart desires
An immortal ship that cannot be destroyed by fire
Except she burns herself
In a funeral pyre
To make way for a younger and newer ship
My ship thinks and feel like a man
Even bust into laughter
When I tell her a story about Peter Pan
A young man who refuses to grow
Flies like a sparrow
And crows
I have a ship
A beautiful ship
Sometimes I feel I am not the captain of my ship
My ship is flung around by the tempest at sea
My ship says to me
Just let it be
Soon the angry waves will abate
You just have to wait
For in destiny lies
Destiny’s eyes
Which knows and control the fates of men
And then
Sometimes I know
I am not the captain of my ship
I work hard but money starts to slip
With plans made and prayers prayed
I know I will be the captain of my ship
By
Olusegun Akanbi
Daddy, there are new moorings, come see!
There are shiny pontoon chains and cables,
braided ropes and colorful pennants.
The anchors and piles and buoys all new!
He arose groggily and without ambition
but allowed the boy to lead him to the quay
wherein he saw indeed, new moorings!
His heart quickened.
Badly needed, as the old were worn,
tattered, and so dangerous that ships
stayed their distance from this port
and steered further up the coast.
Work had dried with the rotted ropes,
his hope was lost to the receding waves.
Until today, when new moorings
renewed a deep faith that saves.
Con-sequen-ces to living, barriers un-forgiving scape of
Mean choice's denying sponteanous voices, you are free
To choose.! Yet maybe you could loose? Better restrain
Your views' As for the environment he will choose..him
The anti-one.' Voicer of reasons of much division makes
One.? Lover of diversity yet never enhancing modernity.?
Lowering the debate, to a feral state..Advice to save lives.!
While weilding the ultimate lie..Safe the directive.' Turns
Out it was defective.' Its all such a shock.! Experts eye the
Dock..Not as the doctor ordered.' Strange co-insidence
Making up a potion to keep humanity ringfenced. No real
Co-hesion or plan (it was unknown to all humans) first
Was cold storage even needed.? In mask carcinogenic content,
Health impeded'
Politicans were so vehement just one life lost.! to
Them was a (great cost?) Like they observed all things in small
Numbers.' Food defense, spending agriculture all worked
In hundreds, Oh they were not used to numbering in
Millions.! Its all small scale just like the money.? Which
Is often less than ten bucks.?? Which they offer to the
Homeless when they are proving they don't care less for
Those who've served their country's who are now penalised
By these numptys.' who are virtue signalling addictive
Which imbues them with a large mantle of vindictive.'
As they serve and promote satan who owns them all through net gain of function' now zero rated..If not to
Say universally hated.? By all carbon sentient beings.'
They're forever looking yet not seeing.!
Our Robin’s nest on twenty-eighth bayside,
strung like the Kite’s Loft display.
Free and now flowed with the tide,
as we watched the sunrise of each day.
Center courts of youth and bouncing Penns
pushed full throttle jet skis into romances.
The moon lit footprints in amends,
as Hope laid us down with chances.
The sun’s vixens sat on boardwalk benches,
their penthouses held one night Seacrets.
Tired of searching for pearls in surf’s trenches,
an open air preacher passed out leaflets.
Dice throws into Fate and riptides,
doused by sea foam and sand bars.
Eastern block girls ran carousel rides,
their accents glazed smiles and fast cars.
Ribeye’s and tuna steaks on the grill,
Harbor Island’s slow gas dock --
a seventy-foot fishing boat it couldn’t fill.
Canvas Sperry’s dried on a sundial clock.
The one Turtle that sat near Jamestown,
looking up and down coastal highway.
The Greenest oasis we could find in uptown,
seagulls carried her eggs far away.
To days fully lived and expressed.
To what was held and what transcends.
To goodbyes and route fifty going west.
To that summer and all the friends.
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