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The rain---sounds like catapults fired on our roof
drops like palm kernels---splash on the back cover
of our black pots, Stamping the roof like horse
galloping on a narrow bridge. Is it war ? we ask
ourselves. And its comes along with Jealous wind
beating trees to pulps. The plantain treesare no more
standing with their toes but lying belly faced to the
ground, the palm trees in razzmatazz dance to the
calypsos Of the wind their hips fixed but their hairs
swirls
The sound of the wind
plays the tune of an invincible piper who was well
paid and skillfully trained. The African rain Is like
a tornado sent by a weird mate to greet a foe his,
competitor So as to end the play of his dancers stop
the beat of his drums and gongs. On his feasting day
as he refuses to settle the ground
We in groups
of seven, eight, nine ten---at the heart of the town,
nooks and crannies and front of our compounds
with belly flashed open unto the maker chanting
poems in unison to tell how beautiful we love it
when it pours.
With sandy coloured panties,
we dance In ecstasies to the unrhythmic beat of
the rain drops, splashing dirty waters on each
other body parts a sign to depict our new happy
days ahead whoever misses out this fun is a loser
we dance dance!! dance!! and dance the winner
the best dancer Is carry on the shoulders with
awards of applauds and joyous loud wailing
calling loud his name in repetition.
At times we catch little fishes In the frontage
of our homes as the nearby rivers, and
streams overflow into the dirty clean streets
with drainages stock by polythene nylons---
and our joyful mothers, who sing songs of
melody In their heart for a heavenly pour
to greet their water pots for a cool drink,
are seated in poetic manner l while some
stand at akimbo thinks the disasters it
might cause them their roof to cure.
Usually at nights mother goes around
Our beautiful clayed hutmaking little
amendments to our brown blistered
basket
mouthed roof and the drops it had
sneaks through. And the prayers our
hearts we pray its rains no more---lets
little ocean is our comfort.
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O, I see you're coming back to Ella
of the Cedar's Tale, more and amore,
as she gets between your skin, like a beetle at bore.
Lang-wishing, fang-wishing her wiggle,
at open door stairs case on her forest floored.
This tales tail like a Cedar, mystery umm'biblical,
Laurel lining in-cyclicall of
Maples that get swathed,
in rainy season's roots spreading tows
in brackets math tables of shoots and ellipticals.
In shadows deep,
where whispers weep in the will o's
the shade desperately tries to cover
her in-seep of soil, like a tree snake in coil.
Ella of the Cedar, her name echoes clear,
a flame in hearts, dancing ever near.
The Cedar's Tale, algorithes, quickened, Time Ago.
A story sung where the wild winds blow.
Her spirit fierce, like a fire untamed,
a haunting melody, forever staking claim.
Lang-wishing, fang-wishing, the night's embrace,
unveiling enticing worlds with ethereal grace.
Her voice, a river of silk, in moonlight's glow,
imbued with sapporon, a delicate flow.
Washes a ways canopy, Kimono.
This ancient grove, where memories reside,
Ella of the Cedars, she'll forever abide.
Her resonance lingers, like a bittersweet sigh,
a poet's muse, beneath the moonlit beams
taking a bite of darkness in injection plunge and hallucinogenic strobe of light, slide.
So let us listen more, to Ella's whispered lore,
feel her essence as it stirs us to the core-
occupying like a lush dream.
In her words, emotions seam to adorn,
a garden of feelings, once in dormant sea,
now align with the O Pines scent of new winds whip of greenery creams to soothe like a suave poultice of potpourri over the mind pine al g land ent C.
In every verse, a wish song''s awakening,
sultry synthesis,
a bud delicately reaching for the light,
in a chamber of trembling treble,
naughtiness probing.
Lyrics to linger, imprinted deep,
like the rings of a tree as
counting your time of bondage..
Stirring souls,
harvesting their reap and frontage
of fond-agery.
The story continues beneath
the eventuality of hopes chest
pounding, hearts in the surrounding raw,
pump of primal, Forest maw.
Ella sets her sights...
February 28 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Joshua 7-9
Key Verse – Joshua 7:13 Up, sanctify the people, and say, Sanctify yourselves against to morrow: for thus saith the LORD God of Israel, There is an accursed thing in the midst of thee, O Israel: thou canst not stand before thine enemies, until ye take away the accursed thing from among you..
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY SANCTIFIER
Lord God, You are my Sanctifier against accursed trespass and unholiness
Thank You for forgiving my confessed conscience-smiting filthiness
As I repent from neglecting Your warning for unrighteousness…
Deliver me from corruption-destructiveness.
Lord God, You are my Sanctifier against backsliding
Thank You for correcting my wayward environ-treading
As I learn from Your Word, gaining biblical understanding…
Drive me toward prayer altar-building.
Lord God, You are my Sanctifier against sin-spoilage
Thank You for purging my self-inflicted trouble-bondage
As I come to You for freedom-flight, surpassing temptation-frontage…
Draw me away from covetousness-rampage.
Lord God, You are my Sanctifier against pursuit for vanity
Thank You for hindering my ascent to secularism-liberty
As I avoid craving for materialistic security…
Direct me to Your will of spirituality by Your reigning authority.
Lord God, You are my Sanctifier against pride’s destruction
Thank You for guarding my heart from arrogance-caused isolation
As I participate in the fulfillment of Your great commission…
Deter me along paths of haughtiness’ curse-abomination.
Lord God, You are my Sanctifier against false religion’s insight
Thank You for admonishing me to conquer pull of humanistic flight
As I journey upward stewardship-servanthood height…
Deal with me according to Your counsel delight.
Lord God, You are my Sanctifier against murmuring’s grievance
Thank You for reminding my oath of vow-perseverance
As I overcome tendency to succumb toward troubles’ disturbance…
Discipline me from engaging in carnal encumbrance.
February 28, 2023
I tapped into my messages; the gas
company wanted a piece of me, and
my ex wanted to know when the
month’s alimony would be arriving.
But it was the last message which
caught my attention the most; Big Foot,
the wrestler, wanted to meet me for
lunch the following day, at The Big Burger,
on east 14th street at noon.
Who was I to turn him down? A 50 caliber
showman with a WWA win list as long as
your arm, and a five million dollar contract,
with a major west coast TV station.
I cleared my appointments for late morning
and early afternoon, the following day, and
laid out my jeans and WWA T-shirt and a couple
of indigestion tabs, with BF’s appetite in mind.
It was about 11.45am, when I drove up to the
Big Burger’s orange and purple frontage and
past the helium-filled, giant airborne, polythene
burger, floating forty feet up in the clear blue,
summer sky.
The place was quiet, a few truckers and an old
couple, talking and munching their burgers and
fries, off their plastic, melamine plates.
The air conditioning was welcome; the sweat
slowly froze, then disappeared from the middle
of my chest: but it was a news report which
caught my attention, on the overhead TV.
“Bigfoot announces retirement and unveils plan
to open shelter for bigfoot families and abused
bigfoot wives in Alaskan wilderness.”
Then the main door swung open and he walked in with
the biggest grin I had ever seen, and approached my table,
all seven feet of him, took my hand and shook it.
”Well kid, it’s all go from here,” he said, thumbing at the TV.
“I’m giving you across the board publishing and screen writing rights.
I‘ve never forgotten how you helped me, get where I am today,
partner.”
I closed my eyes and mumbled inside, “Thank you God.” And we ate
our burgers, he ate five, and spent the next two hours making plans for,
“The Return of Bigfoot to the Wild”
There was once a popular TV show with an episode that comes to mind. On the episode, a con artist sold a piece of property to a trusting friend. The property consisted of a front and back yard with a beautiful frontage wall. The front door led, not into a beautiful living room, but right into the back yard.
There once was a freeway overpass of a street that led to nowhere. My inquiries never led to straight answers, but like so much of life, it stunk with the smell of politics. In that same city a freeway was proposed and aborted, leaving an exit to nowhere. I think about that doorway, that overpass, and that exit to nowhere today. The thought of them engenders what could have been a great bypass around so much traffic today which always seems to be going 'nowhere fast'. Correction: 'Nowhere slow'.
Such 'nowhere places' look similar to much of our lives whose design and purpose portray a different reality than the one we either conclude with or the one that never got of the drawing boards because someone changed their minds or decided to abort the mission. Jesus once asked the question, "Shall I not drink the cup my father has given me?"* So often, the cup of life or the plate of adversity that we have been given is so filled with hurt and pain that we desire nothing better than to stop our runaway train and get off. May we take courage and stay on board to finish the course we have been given.
We as well as our assignment may look and feel very different at the finish, but our God is counting on us 'to finish'. Make no mistake about it my friend, we are going places. May we always realize that God never gives "Nowhere Missions".
090420PSCtest, The Fourth Floor Of Nowhere, Craig Cornish
*John 18:11
Young as just a week,
He was wrapped in a flannel.
His tender feet were shoeless -
Today was his appointed time;
His feet must dialogue with gods.
The frontage was kind
To the pews and table.
The priest stood before the gods,
His grey hairs vouched for his age.
He opened the dishes one by each
And accredited their celestial contents.
Then he lifted the dish of water
And splashed the water on the ground -
The gods must drink before the man-
He filled the baby's mouth with drops:
Today you have quenched the gods' thirst,
May the gods reward you with comfort.
Drink the water of life and live.
....and the people said,'' aseee''*
He stepped the baby's feet on the ground
Where exactly he poured the water:
You have poured cold water on your path,
Step on every soil unburned,
walk in the coolness of gods.
... aseee
Then the next and the next :
A bit of fish, a bit of rat;
These are what we eat to grow,
Today I fill your mouth with them,
Eat and grow in life.
...aseee.
... And the next three:
Salt, honey and sugar -
The sweeteners of life border no bitterness;
The gods feed you with sweeteners today,
Dwell in the sweetness of life.
....aseee.
And alligator pepper;
He dropped some seeds on the ground
And put a seed in the baby's mouth:
The day alligator pepper built its house,
It filled it with seeds;go with its potency
And fill your house with fruit of womb.
....aseee.
Then the red-oil -
He poured some on the ground
And fed the baby with drops:
Oil is the antidote to the hotness of pepper,
I cover you today with its potency;
Go and triumph upon every challenge.
...aseee.
Go and triumph upon every challenge,
Fill your house with fruit of womb,
Dwell in the sweetness of life,
Eat and grow in life,
Walk in the coolness of gods,
Drink the water of life and live.
Aseee.
aseee* means 'so be it''
The clad ivy charms, warms the walls,
The frontage that welcomes the fold and their outsiders,
Specifying age and strength of delicate beauty,
Which accounts for that non-existent love:
History sides with them, is by their shoes,
Shows no retrogressive signs or playbacks,
For the aestheticism in which they pray and hear,
To live purely and submit to god’s will.
Massive old stones consummate the building,
Mark the sentinels of theology and doctrine,
The concept of god masoned out unchangeable,
Resistant to space and time:
Indestructible by humankind,
Unbreakable and long-lasting,
Toughened by independent and culinary monks,
Near to their hearts quandaries, contemplations;
Their pontifications ring true, bold and sold,
As the solid building structure imposes itself on nature’s garden.
Freelance lawns embrace the abbey,
Set the monks with their own position,
To roam, regenerate, prune and prime,
Sing within the vastness betrothed.
Still they go on in routine and consecration,
Chants, strings and accords of beauty,
Unwilling to journey out with themselves,
Steadfast by blinkers on life’s dynamics and rhyme.
Does god exist here as effectual,
Or is it not just the building and its surroundings?
Setting the seal on their mind thoughts,
Enabling that peace of mind,
Exemplary of that security:
That supreme veto of homelessness and weathering,
Absolute with promise of brotherly abode,
Proficient in giving freedom to make living and home,
As the construction would never make your life for you,
Against your free will, your right and personal pride,
Always proffering your dexterous gestures and movements.
GOD's SPECIAL LOVE
During mix up of this recipe
My ink freeze carrying a fragile
Destiny.
Sending songs of hanger to
My Lord,
I need to be part of this conventional
list for all His special Love,
Father Benjamin Franklin and
Pa Da Vinci,
Nelson Mandela the political
Dealer,
Leaders I search for resembles.
You know Islam sees Unity
Rusicrusian is purity
Christianity loves vigils to preach
Virginity, all of the spirit being.
Good Lord fix me among this
Victims,
Tagged into victory.
I pay every thanksgiving, am
Aware this amounts to nothing,
As an ordinary pilgrim
Immortal soul that believes in
Evenings.
Combating for wisdom with
Maximum understanding,
Discipline is the seed I lick before
Sleep,
Good Lord descend every special
Love upon my living
I will serve man to forever remember
You my Great King
Owner of every meaning.
My sick brain begins to drain
Energy enriched with pain will
Only cut my vain,
I sit and pray, painting the Mon alisa's
Frame,
To rearrange any artistic page,
Electricity isn't a mistake, as I fear
The dark,
Meaning man will permanently fail.
Freedom is wilder than age,
This a free lane created by no name.
Good Lord rise me above the hills
Make me run underneath the sea
I need the clouds to clean my feet,
Let my heavens be for real and
Sickness should be dumped in a bin.
Good Lord lead me to the class of
The Most High,
Where Angles sing in Your Frontage
I need to see your Tongue and sliver
Taste.
Good Lord I post this on Monday
Evening
By Tuesday You would receive,
Please open and read, these are not
Wishes neither are they dreams
These is me hurting to win.
HABIB AKEWUSOLA.
... And the bride came out
With a velvet wafting above her head
At her mother’s feet she knelt ,
She looked at her face and wept :
Mother : daughter of massive rock
In frontage of the envious ;
They wake up and can not headbutt it.
Today I will leave to join my groom
Bless me that I shall multiply
With the fruits of the womb.
Your love and teachings I will not forget;
You taught me godliness and cleanliness
You lavish your love on me and call me jewel;
Today I will marry my love , my man;
Pray for me that I will not meet trouble
In my next place of abode.
Oh mother , sweet mother
How can I forget my source ?
How can I forget you mama ?
In the year measles reigned
And thousands of my mates
Left for the place beyond,
It was you that salvaged me.
When knowledge was in sky
You disposed all for my sake;
The year vampire attacked me
Continuously I cried out from my sleep,
It was you that fought ; running helter skelter;
Oh mama, if I had not drunk you would not,
If I had not eaten , mama you would not either
But today I must leave to build my home
Bless me that in love I will dwell.
How do I say farewell ?
How I wish I could say no
And stay glued to your caring hands
Where all my errors count not at all
But marry I must mama , pray form me
That poverty shall not be my portion.
The hour has come
When mama and daughter must part
Though I leave now in body
I leave behind for you my soul ;
Wherever this union will take me
I promise you mama , I will not,
No , I will not forget the child
Of who I am.
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I am only one, just alone
I have no family, no one
I have no work, no house
I have no kids, no spouse
I have had everything but all are gone!
I am only one and just alone
I have no friends, not even one
I have no skies, no lands
I have no help, no hands
I have had everything but all are gone!
I am only one and just alone
I have no relatives, no one
I have no hopes, no dreams
I have no ocean, no breams
I have had everything but all are gone!
I am only one and just alone
I have no companies, not even one
I have no place, no address
I have no peace, no happiness
I have had everything but all are gone!
I am only one and just alone
I have no neighbors, not even one
I have no goals, no desires
I have no food, no dress
I have had everything but all are gone!
I am only one, just alone
I have no helpers, not even one
I have no powers, no ideas
I have no voice, no eyes
I have had everything but all are gone!
I am only one, just alone
I have no supporters, not even one
I have no health, no frontage
I have no field, no stage
I have had everything but all are gone!
I am only one, just alone
I have no partners, not even one
I have no sun, no morning
I have no moon, no lighting
I have had everything but all are gone!
I have had everything but all are gone!
Where is my wealth, where is my house
Where are my children, where is my spouse
Where is my love, where is my regime
Nothing is left without retirement home!
Everything I need to close, I evoke everyone!