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I love the beauty of my land the curvy and simple bright looks, the sense of humour and the dignified morals of my Origin.
She is a true portrayal of a decent great beauty of the humble origin her dress style not by any fashionista .
When she smiles you will be swept off your brains oooh it's a heaven sent antidote that heals the soul. the great beauty of my mama land portrays no humility humble and soft is the tone of her voice.
Her name sounds like edible sweet African fruits that cure an ulcer. the tender moves of her walk style ain't natural as it's felt in every gent's heart.
Her tender lips and nose are the instruction of silence and the magnet attached to every eye oooh it moves multitudes.
Perhaps I would hesitate following my humble origin but am wearily helpless as this creature moves my heart beats.
Form:
Every morning I open my soul like an old book,
where verses stretch wings of light over sleeping dreams,
poetry is a spell that turns my thoughts into golden butterflies,
dancing through air laden with mysteries and hidden desires.
I feel words flowing through my veins like a river of stars,
illuminating the forgotten realms of my heart in secret,
and my eyes become windows to worlds hidden in shadows,
where colors are born from the embrace of light and darkness.
Poetry sings in my ears a symphony of ancient whispers,
each sound a flower petal touching the silence,
embracing the eardrums with a fine silk touch,
turning silence into music and dreams into sweet reality.
My tongue tastes the words like forbidden fruits,
each metaphor is a drop of divine, enchanting nectar,
and my hands become sculptors shaping air into ideas,
building castles of clouds in the sky of the mind, in endless flight.
When I read poetry, I walk on a path of shining stars,
traveling through unseen yet familiar universes,
where each verse is a step toward a horizon of miracles,
and each rhyme is a rest, a moment of sublime dreaming.
Thus, poetry becomes an ocean of metaphors and senses,
a compact universe where I find wings of thought and light,
and in this infinity of words, I always discover
not just the reflection of the world, but also of my soul.
One day, the trees sought a king,
A ruler their hopes would bring,
In the land where trees stood tall,
But in their quest, a cautionary call.
To the olive tree, they first appealed,
"Be our king," they fervently revealed,
But the olive, revered and grand,
Declined, oil slipping through its hand.
"Shall I forsake my oil's divine glow,
That honors gods and humans so,
To rule over trees, in earthly domain?
No, my essence, I shall not profane."
The fig tree, adorned with fruits so sweet,
Was beckoned to take the royal seat,
But it, too, refused their noble plea,
Preserving its purpose, fruitfully free.
"Shall I surrender my succulent prize,
The taste of delight that satisfies,
To govern the trees, in earthly embrace?
No, my harvest, I shall not erase."
Next, the vine was summoned to sway,
"Come, be our king," the trees did say,
Yet, it, too, declined the sovereign plea,
Sparing its nectar's celestial decree.
"Shall I relinquish the wine I bestow,
That warms both gods and humans, aglow,
To rule over trees, in this mortal realm?
No, my elixir, I shall not o'erwhelm."
Finally, they turned to the thornbush bare,
Desperate for a king, in their despair,
It offered shelter, with a warning clear,
A choice to embrace or face fire's sear.
"If you crown me king, your sovereign guide,
Seek refuge within my shade, wholly inside,
But reject this, and witness the fire,
Consuming cedars in a dreadful pyre!"
Too late did the trees learn a lesson profound,
As do good men who stay silent, unbound,
Choosing passivity in public affairs, they bear,
To be ruled by the malevolent, a price unfair.
So rise, oh virtuous souls, heed the plea,
Engage in the struggle, let your actions decree,
Take up the mantle, courageously embrace the fight,
For evil triumphs, only when good turns a blind sight.
' The Jungle Untamed calls me to exhibit its wonder and splendor to
mesmerise.'
-Poet
Jungle untamed accommodates flora -fauna
at random on broad spectrum, whimsically.
Feral fruits, flowers and wild grasses
grow free frolic, rustic yet fantastic
in jungle on rainy or sunny environ,
flourishing versatility of Nature.
Creepers and climbers tangled stout stems and boughs
coiling tight, being part of the tall trees.
Marvellous presentation of thorny bushes,
cluster of shrubs and soft thick tapestry of moss.
Ferocious animals with furious face fight
with one another as normal part of life.
Weak herbivores live at mercy of carnivores.
Survival of fittest is basic Nature’s Law.
In jungle untamed , primates started to build
dwelling places as caves, log house, trying
renovating to huts with continued effort
using brain power and tenacity.
Jungle untamed is the prime birth place of
normal progress for human civilisation.
Edible Stars
If stars are fruits of burned silver,
I'd bite into them in autumn's rhythm,
crunchy, cold, to crack between my teeth
like living ice that throws moon sparks.
I'd crush them, I'd crush them,
till the Milky Way flows down my chest,
star milk, star milk,
sweet and cold, down to the depths.
I'd sip the moon from my bare palm,
without cup, without law,
let it burn my throat with molten gold
and weave lace in my stomach.
I'd pull the North into my chest with thirst,
freeze my lungs into two mirrors,
then blow it over the sea
in waves of dust and memories.
I chew the fog like dream cotton,
soft, moist, full of oak trees,
until my skin becomes forest
and blue moss grows in scars.
My blood – rose rain,
beats on the fire earth that waits,
to give it drink, to give it drink,
until my heart cracks with living galaxies.
Star by star, star by star,
I fill my emptiness up to heaven,
supernovas explode in my chest
like a dance of light and iron.
If stars are edible,
I no longer know what hunger is, no,
I am a universe digesting itself
in autumn's rhythm that learned to breathe in me.
I am satiated with myself,
down to the last star beat,
down to the last star beat.
Time shines with diamond in my life
I’m smitten to catch, I’m enticed…
I chaste to hug and value every second
For speedy growth of my work-productions
To get the abundant fruits or flowers all in bloom.
Oh, I love every diamond of time
Squandering is remote for me, workload whines
I hate any deficit, bankruptcy or loss
For I could never bring back its swift passages
So I’ll save, use wisely…on air-
I’ll always catch, grab and never toss.
We can’t buy diamond of time
No one can measure its price
But it's found everywhere-- available and free
Valuing it is also a great appraisal
On our self-worth ---object or agree?
May 24, 2023 6.31am
Man!
Dont be a fool
Because everything in nature has a rule
Man!
You have to think not only for yourself alone
But for the unborn children even after we are gone
Please think man!
Where is thy conscience
What you cannot take
You are telling me that nonsense.
Man!
Remember your roots because we were once regarded animals
before we started wearing boots
And behold it was paradise
We lay in naked innocence
And we were free
So many trees
And a clear blue sky
There was no need to worry to the day that we die
Free to chose anything we like
There was no need for cowries or gold coins
Because we owned not
We eat wild fruits and drank wild honey
In the night we hunt for boars
And we do so as a team
we dined as a family
But in the present day that is a dream
There were no cities
No government
Because we needed no laws
We were guided by the laws of God
Life is vanity
Man withers away like greens leaves during autumn
Man withers away
Never to be seen again
By his friends and loved ones
like a phantom in night
Disappearing on first sight
Man!
Remember all that land and gold our ancestors stole
Dreams of building empires as our goal.
For the sake of economic prosperity
We wreaked the earth
We enslaved our fellow man
Do you forget
But the more we had
The more we lacked
Those savages are asking for their land back
Man!
You have to think
We must be careful not to throw our future in a sink
Man!
Time is going
The earth is dying
But we are lying
She dying slowly
And soon there will be no animals
No plants
On earth
Not even insects
Just Man
And his machines
And the earth will no longer be how it is today
Man is doomed
We all have to pay
Technology can not bring back the earth
Just let nature take it cause
Or be prepare for the worse
Man!
Children are dying
Because of wars
Poverty
And this frightening
Man!
Where is thy conscience
Mr Overlord!
Demigod!
Your evil concept
Where the love
Is it up in space
Why cant we love
Why cant we unite
With every race
Rather I see men boast of greed
While women sell their bodies to feed
It so sad
My heart will bleed
To see that poor fellow in great need
To be tried is to live,
And to repent to forgive.
Now is our time to prove,
To be healed and made true.
Not feeling worthy of love,
Dying in addiction’s clutch?
The Savior’s hands are around,
Working, until we are unbound.
It’s very brutal and rough,
To not feel strong enough,
To allow ourselves to strive,
To grow up until we thrive.
Abuse, turmoil and pain,
Keep us trapped in Satan’s game.
We need healing, physically, emotionally,
Mentally, spiritually and socially.
To partake of Christ’s fruits,
We must bear His life in us,
To tree from roots.
Herein are the gospel tools.
When we let the worst of us,
Get the best of us,
Our tribulation paves the way,
For greater need to obey.
Then with greatest urgency,
Christ comes and makes us free.
In descends the dove of peace,
As love from above to fully increase.
August 28 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Lamentations 4-5
Key Verse – Lamentations 4:11 The LORD hath accomplished his fury; he hath poured out his fierce anger, and hath kindled a fire in Zion, and it hath devoured the foundations thereof.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR ACCOMPLISHING
HIS FURY IN HIS HOLINESS
Praise be to God for accomplishing His fury
in His holiness against:
Fierce fighters of the faith
Futile fruits of those fearful
Faithless foundations of foolishness
Faulty frame and formless fitness of fugitives
Flawed focus along filthy flings fostered by false followers
Lamentations 5:1 Praise be to the Lord for
remembering us:
Delivering us from sorrows and sufferings
Directing us toward His sure salvation-security
Driving us from sinfulness of shamefulness sting
Defending us around His satisfaction midst His stability
Dominating over us from our selfishness as well as stubbornness
Distinguishes us by His Scriptural standards of steadfast settlement
Deepens us toward His service-stewardship, smiting our slothfulness
Lamentations 5:19 Praise be to the Saviour for
remaining forever in His throne while He:
Welcomes us for truthful worship
Works in us triumphantly against worldliness
Watches over us in our trials for our worthiness
Wants our thankfulness against tempting wastage
Warms us around His testimony with our trust in His Word. Amen!
August 28, 2024
I have risen to the call one more time to let the world know what is on my mind; the river runs deep and it is now spilling water into the street. My heart is with you, and you must walk with courage in your shoe for the challenges are great and you must deliver before it is too late.
There is a paradigm shift, and all countries around the world need an iron arm to end the gridlock. The ropes are stiff, but the ballot is not for profit. I have risen to the call to parade through the street and meet with the people that are so sweet, and those that mock and jeer me must rise to the call too, for in due time they will be walking in my shoe.
I have risen to the call to shake the grapes on the vine; I have risen to the call to produce more wine and grow more fruits on the vine. Meet with the needy in the street and listen to their heartbeat; meet with the farmers on the land and you will understand what is going on.
You need more moisture in the sky for the earth is very dry and some people fall down in the street and die. The door is open once more, and there is wine, honey and spice on the floor, market what you can, and plant a business in ordinary people’s hand, focus on their needs and you will succeed.
Entertainment is what they want, food and money to meet their needs and, wisdom to control their greed. The sports are nice, but they have to make too much sacrifice and sometimes they end up losing their lives.
Meet with me on the outskirt of town and drive the negative energy out of the town. The people need something simple but profound to turn things around and a god agenda to make the universe wonder. Give me a quick and courageous problem solver with love and respect to make our life better.
I have risen to the call, and I am going to kick the ball high up to the bar and into the back of the net, and I am going to make the universe fret. The square is what you are on but the number three will help you cross over to the promise land, for the most popular number is three. If you miss the shots the Greek gods will put you back on track. Walk with me to the sidelines and look up and down the vine and your dreams will come true on time.
I have risen to the call