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My new forest and park neighbors,
mostly birds
squirrels
and strangely curious
and ravenous rabbits,
Have become accustomed to,
spoiled by,
fragrant green sanctuary
ancient fertile memories.
But, today
our neighborly horse farm
must be cleaning house.
This smells of too rich compost
upstaging even more gracious green.
This downgrade
calls to me
recalling former toxic smells,
fossil fuel exhausting,
were sooo... much more degenerative.
Horsey compost
lies between love's light life fragrance
and dark skinned death
of odorous Earth.
Yet, comparing distances
between green forest
and horse fragrance
and transported stinky fractures
through sacred climates ecological
resonant and resilient airs
and gusts
and breezes,
Comparative distances
continuously,
yet consecutively, change
what one might argue
is a contrasting wealth of difference,
+1, to -1, with midway
horse-powered zero neutral
Feels more like two-thirds healthy fragrance
and only one third toxic
Feels closer to three-fourths salient
to one-fourth punitive memory
from here
and now perspective,
Feels closer to seven-eighths
to one-eighth formerly deranged
of a revolutionary
resonantly regenerative
fractalling
resiliently redundant
multicultural sensory/spiritual
nurturing
re-communicating natural octave
of Golden Ratio/Rule comparison,
At last
resiliently resonant.
My voice protects human potential,
I won’t walk down your road to failure;
These words aren’t labeled confidential,
they are perfume on me clean and pure.
Walk away if you think I’ll downgrade,
I am not some low model robot;
Not gonna take the straw bed you made,
I won’t suffer your distressing cot.
My voice protects human potential,
I won’t walk down your road to failure;
Thriving’s the result of essential,
it ends the need to simply endure.
The joie de vivre that’s been delayed ,
soaked firewood that has been left to rot;
White hot ideas are doomed to fade
when we buy in to a tragic plot.
My voice protects human potential,
I won’t walk down your road to failure;
Excitement should be exponential,
not hidden fine print on a brochure.
Can’t truly live when you are afraid,
mild mannered is one thing I am not;
Weave hard work and drive into a braid,
that detailed design is a sure shot.
grant is granted of love
grant is granted of science
love is downgraded to love
love is downgraded to science
grant is granted to a downgrade of love
grant is granted to a downgrade of science
science is science's downgrade of love
vision is vision's granted of love
vision is vision's granted of science
vision is a granted vision
vision is a granted science
science is science' s vision of love
science is science's vision of science
love is a vision of science
downgrade is downgraded to science
downgrade is downgraded to love
love is love's science of love
love is granted as love
science is a love of science
love is granted as science
love downgrade love to science
Persona Non Grata
She was persona non grata.
But, very blessed to not know it.
Her loving words, but a naive sonata,
Unaware, she was thought of, as a half wit.
Down God’s sunny lane she looked.
Tears rolled down her summer dress.
But, she realized, just cold-hearted people.
Conceited and mean, cause ugly distress.
God in His heaven, sees what they do~
Let no man or woman, ever downgrade you!
7/25/2024 poem 1
Psalm34:18~ “ The Lord is near to the
brokenhearted and saves the crushed
in spirit.”
This life has many different phases and faces
As you navigate the intricate phases and faces of life,
And life gets off the hook,
And decides to downgrade you, upgrade yourself and your life with Jesus
When life gives you thumbs down, high five yourself and your life with Jesus
When life backs you up against the ropes and keeps pounding away relentlessly at your defenseless body,
Be sure to dope a rope yourself and your life with Jesus
If life low blows you and knocks you down,
Be sure to beat the count of ten with Jesus
This life has many different phases and faces
So, if life gives you a dirty slap on your right cheek,
Be sure to turn the other cheek with the love of God
When life tells you to back out,
Tell life you are surging forward with Jesus
When life says you are a low life,
High life yourself and your life in Jesus
If life serves you bitter lemon
Sprite and seven up yourself and your life with Jesus
Life has many phases and faces,
So, if life bad mouths you, sweet mouth your life and yourself with Jesus
When life disrespects you, respect, express and emersh yourself and your life in Christ Jesus
If life dishonours you, make yourself and your life honorable in Christ Jesus
When life minimizes you, maximize yourself and your life in Christ Jesus
Life has many phases and faces,
So, when life says you are dead and finished,
Tell life that "you are Born Again in Christ Jesus."
This love is from the bottom of my heart
I love you my sweetheart
You are the queen of my heart
Your heart belongs to my heart
Your beauty satisfies my vulnerable heart
I know you won't break down my heart,
But please build your space and echo in my heart
Your smile and your eyes make me proud
Because I know you have the Mona Lisa fraud
Stars, moon and the sun bow down for your beauty
They don't contain such beauty
My sweetheart allow me to name you Beauty
Sure case my sweetheart your beauty matches the nature's beauty
Don't allow me to say dark beauty or any beauty
But allow me to say you have an African beauty
We share cheers for charity
We love each other for surerity
Like I said earlier our love have clarity
As it needs good and excellent maturity
True love for you darling doesn't quantity
But it acquires strong and jubilant quality
God gave me a gift of charity
And I'm obsessed with that charity
I know you are going to change me
You are not going to drain me
But you are going to develop me
You are not going to exhaust me
But you are going to exhault me
You won't disappoint me
But you will appoint me
Seriously you won't downgrade me
But you will upgrade me
Sweetheart, I love you
You are starring me like you are dressing my dirty mind
You are so beautiful and merciful to me
Beautiful like diamonds in the sky
Beautiful like the moon shining on the sky
Beautiful like cirrocumulus clouds on the sky
Only God and ancestors can tell because they live above the sky
In our love, the limit of all these things will be the sky
Sweetheart, I love you my sweetie pie
I know I will be enjoying you more than a king pie
They usually call me the calf of the November cloud
And my feelings are pregnant like the Nimbus clouds
Not everyone like Nimbus clouds
Only farmers are in love with the Nimbus clouds
Others like cumulus and cirrus clouds
I'm sure my feelings have desire like can stratus clouds
Our love is as good as nimbostratus clouds
Let us fly like travellers
I am a singer plus poet travellers
Explorers are also travellers
Our love dont need intruders but we travellers
Travellers The Singer plus poet love you
I will make myself a man because of you
My sweetheart I respect you!
My sweetheart I love you!
Shiba Phumlani Vimbelasizwe (Travellers: The - Poet)
MY SWEETHEART PART 2!
Across miles of sea, on a distant shore
People flee, buildings burn, as missiles soar
Hate spews, with evil we cannot ignore
Lives injured and lost, in the cost of war
Our planet is painted with moral stain
Sketching graffiti on our hearts and brain
Harnessing our souls with a heavy strain
Filled with guilt and grief due to sins domain
Economic pain is spread across the globe
Seeking solutions, for answers we probe
Studying and guessing, we cast a strobe
Hoping we can maintain, food, house, and robe.
In a world like ours we have much to fear
Hardships and heartaches bring many a tear
Sickness, hunger, death, and sadness severe
Alone and betrayed, we have lost all cheer
Yet I recall Mary, for whom plans had been made
An angel brought her news that much dismayed
“On you God’s favor is being displayed
You will birth God’s son, do not be afraid”
But how pray tell, could she not be afraid
Without a man, a child was being made
When Joseph hears there will be a tirade
The village folks will be quick to degrade
But Mary received the word as from God
She was the Lord’s choice, though it did seem odd
By faith proceeded, without a facade
The Lord’s servant, dutifully she trod
Joseph, looked forward to his life’s parade
With Mary he would proudly promenade
But horrible news to him was conveyed
Mary was pregnant, he had been betrayed
Disappointed, he believed she had strayed
His mind was confused, his emotions frayed
“Call off the marriage” his heart would dissuade
He could not continue with this charade
Then in a dream an angel came to persuade
“Make Mary your wife, do not be afraid”
It is the Spirit’s work, God has okayed
So, Jospeh woke from his dream and obeyed
Thus, Mary and Joseph, starting with strife
Bore the false speculation that ran rife
They resolved to follow God as man and wife
In faith they parented Jesus in life
So, when the worlds troubles we have surveyed
While the Devil’s temptations serenade
When sad voices discourage and downgrade
We can trust in God and be not afraid
I am who I am
Were you to ask where I’m from my past my tale my next of kin
the answer lies in who tells my narrative my twist what kind of spin
My autobiography is quickly shown in who I am will be in time
past present future blend in context and contingency overt and sublime
No doubt the product of genes and socialisation is rather pertinent
thus mixing and mingling draws frameworks but is also quite reticent
German ancestry Lower Saxon and East Prussian born after the War
struggling with Genocide Holocaust trans-generational down to my core
Grew up in Hamburg somewhat lonely understood by not many but few
too young in my school year a class clown a rebel a critic because I knew
Teachers could not reject or downgrade me since I got full marks in exams
so I carved out my niche opposed authority of Messieurs and Mesdames
A late child of the Student Revolution an exchange to California ensued
where hot love struck me like balm on my wounds with Gigi from Peru
After graduation I rejected being supported by my father and joined the Army
to gain independence yet the method to gain freedom now seems very barmy
Could not leave the Forces despite pretty vigorous conscientious objection
did my best to help others as a medical doctor in humanistic inception
My duties brought me to Wales by the Irish Sea with five children and marriage
country medic and farm house guiding my kids and then nuptial miscarriage
Depression struck no light at the end of the tunnel just darkness and void
too much drink downcast in my mental wheel chair and almost destroyed
Went to rehab in South Africa for treatment where God-incidence came
where I met my wife best friend lover soulmate who had suffered the same
Now I sit in the sun in South Africa stopped medicine write story and poem
reinvent my life some inner child stuff self-actualisation and certainly growing
New awareness novel perspectives pacifism philosophy and many questions
but the knowledge that kindness love and compassion are more than suggestions
My most intimate companion apart from my gorgeous wife is depression
both showed me my path journey and meaning my own life’s repossession
So few words about where I come from who I am will become and will be
so if you wish to explore more of my roots and my future please read my poetry
I’ve said it before
And I’d say it again
That I believe in my Lord
Like I believe in my sins.
I’ve prayed everything I could
And built altars of wood.
And when I didn’t want to stay
I’d remember how to pray.
I crawled into a bed unknown
In a room that wasn’t home
And begged at five
For strength to be alive.
When I was eight
I saw straight
What happens to be a bottles fate
And how it turns love to hate.
And I prayed to never lift a glass,
To always answer with a pass.
When I was ten
I lost a brother and friend
And prayed for strength to the end
For a brother gone ‘round the bend.
When I was thirteen I prayed
To have my anger finally be laid
To have my thoughts splayed
To have that anger delayed.
When I was fifteen I prayed for vision
To see those broken from derision
To let it be my decision
To have them be risen.
When I was eighteen I prayed for a brain
To know what it means to train
To be willing to make my gains gain.
To no longer have to pretend or feign.
I have prayed and I’ve prayed
In an unending cascade
But I’ve strayed and I’ve stayed
In an unstoppable downgrade.
All that I’ve asked in the past
Has yet to come around at last.
But now that I’m 33 and trying to remember to go to AA…
I guess that proves it….
I just don’t know how to pray.