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The book that’s my absolute favorite
is the most effective by far
after all my years of stuttering
having left many a inward scar
‘The treatment of stuttering’ on hardback
written by the renowned Charles van Riper
a former severe stuttered now it’s master
so hoping could be my stuttering wiper
Having tried many therapies in my life
none had much effect upon my tongue
so now in my early 60s one last fling
giving it my all so full must be my lung
CVP was leading speech pathologist
with this book showed his learned light
working out his pre-block modification
hoped this technique be my speaking sight
Now since my study of this therapy
can get coffee on my very own
this indeed is a huge forward step
so now make on to next milestone
The fears of past now receding
thanks be to God for His intervention
directing me to get hold of this book
giving me the way to speech correction
('The treatment of Stuttering' by Charles van Riper (1905-1994)
Speech Pathologist and former severe stutterer.)
they lurk everywhere
religious fundamentalists
preying upon the unwary
stalking, seeking to convert
anyone they can get hold of
for them it is a do or die mission
attempting to thrust their faith
upon innocent bystanders passing by
interfering with God-bestowed free will
pursuing their ‘cause’ brazenly in public
what drives them to do this we wonder
as they go around waving posters
pictures, symbols, quotes from scriptures
but the truth of the matter really is
they have not seen God face to face
we apologise if we sound judgmental
but had the religious fundamentalists seen God
they would have realised the simple truth
that He is formless living light and agape love
and we likewise are as He, made in His image
when will the blind stop leading the blind?
"All our soldiers died on the battle field,
And its an inspiring awe that the royal euchite never got killed,
Prove to me if it's not a disloyal formatted deal?
Our Emperor's skin was scorchingly peeled,
Inextricably with his scepter and crown uncongealed,
So accept what I'm telling you with a loyal heart,
"Bring to me that euchite,
To whom does he stir pretence against to excite?
He deserves not to feel the rainfall in the savannah zone,
Make sure you get me blush of young males to take on him a toll,
Select from them strong men with healthy head bone,
Whilst you organise an imperial poll,
Weary is my sacred sword to behead that intrusive soul,
He will see the power which sleeps extremely if a chimpanzee starts to groan,
Why should he publish books of demonic role?
Who gave him the previlege to fastened those royal pavillions with a vicious rope?
Politics is now introducing cruel dominion,
Tell me if I'm wrong to take revenge against his acted oppinion,
Day to day it destroys those consecrated trees in the grove,
Take this atlas to lead you through the scaling cone,
Look through the regions of wooldlands hole,
On the desert,follow every caravan in a row,
You can testify how this city is now getting old,
And that gnat want to please the heart of its foe,
Be alert on every step you take on the evil road,
He may also set his prime troops to defend himself with a brutal show,
And I think you being as patriot will fetch us a lifetime bote,
Probably,when you get hold of him outside the cities identified with a stone,
Bring him back to justify himself at home,
If you also catch him anywhere holding the emperor's hone,
Mark his forehead before you bring him to defecate what he'd sold,
For we will then after,enthrone you to play a monarch role,
In order to extend the pastures of our regional mode",
These are the words of a great commander to his descreet servants.
Emotions are still high
But I do think of you still,
You've been in the sky
For several months now.
Since then, a lot has changed in our lives,
But you are still here with me.
Providing me with direction through
This game is my very own personal hope.
I treasure all of my memories of you,
They will never go away.
You are there with me, even though
I cannot get hold of you.
I constantly shed a torrent of tears
Whenever I go to bed .
However, I am certain that you
Will appear in my dreams and
Shield me from my fears.
Because today is just another
Day, like all the others.
You'll in any case be
Here with me tomorrow.
You were the best NYAWINO
Forever engraved in my heart.
Thoughts commenced in me
like a train of rain drops.
Tried I to make them alive
But scattered they,hither and thither.
Disturbed me again
like thunder and storms.
Tried I to make them ablaze
but they seemed locked in a cellar.
Mind,the thriller of life
longed to get hold of it.
Thoughts the creator of love and hatred
galloped away from it.
Minutes and hours it suffocate me
days and weeks it strangulates me.
Months and years it questions me
now i have an answer for them.
Those who can make their thoughts alive
are more bestowed in life.
For life,come out of them
like lava erupting from an volcano!
The I-thought arises, then disappears,
so the practice is to get hold of it,
before we’re hypnotised and ego leers,
that lamp of awareness in heart be lit.
Blink and we’ll miss it, so hold firm focus,
examining the I-thought’s very source,
which lies far beyond the space-time locus,
cognised in silence, without use of force.
The Self when polarised becomes the ‘I’,
to navigate this earth life’s harsh terrain,
where heart feeling limitations does sigh,
when it chooses to wear the ego-chain.
Freedom or bondage, is for us to choose ~
As both dreamer and dreamed, what’s our excuse
So, long I want to write to you
I am black and blue because of my absence, your view
Spiraling in stories of life, beyond what is, without proof, but the birds still sing of an old truth
Preoccupied
Opportunities, I shy
Reality calls as I’m falling from the sky again
But I want the ground to keep me
Want to learn to love some clarity
How could I want more than all the blessings on my shore
Thankful, sure, for reaching instead beyond 10/10
Drained you, drained me
Exist for her, fantasies drip off my soul
Dive in my dreams to swim around free
Wrapped in green, white, brown, gray…could we burn more coal?
Beauties around me but I can’t ever stay
Always getting higher than I can handle
can’t grip, get hold
But the ground’s never been my element
(You were harder than cement)
Let me steal away to the flow of these days
Singing, playing, swinging, limping, thinking, blinking, learning, taking
my time
Namaste
May your footprint show it’s reasons and rhymes
The moment, is when I look into her eyes,
And I see the same sparkle in them,
And I can tell, she’s reading my heart.
The moment, is when I get hold of her arm,
And engulf her palm in mine,
And let the emotions flow, with no words to utter.
The moment, is when she lays her head on my lap,
Like a little spoiled princess,
And I can feel her heartbeat, right through her pulse.
The moment, is when we sit back to back, on that cliff,
And let the silence reign with our fused thoughts,
As our hearts wander with waves of the ocean below.
The moment, is when I wrap my hands around her waist,
And feel her weight hanging loose on mine,
And I can tell, she will not let go, neither will I.
The moment, is when I glance at her smile,
And see those deep beautiful dimples on her cheeks,
And I can do anything, to make her do it again.
The moment, is when I am with her,
And she does not want to leave,
And neither do I want to leave.
That night was a long and lonely night
A night to be much remembered
It was the right she said no to me
No to the love and affection I had for her
As i sat down reflecting on that
The words she said to me came to mind
She said "baby am sorry, sweetheart it's all over"
It was a night like never before
It was a night of long knives
I gathered the shred pieces of my heart
And I told myself it may be the end of us
but it was not the end of the world
I better get hold of myself and get moving
With a mended heart there are many possibilities
The night she said no became a watershed in my life
(Written 1st of September 2026)
The way of faith full of turns
turn on that point to have hope
you never know what'll be next
get hold of it cling to that rope
God's filled with mercy for His own
for those that's His people are not
as mercy is for those no mercy
steadfast hope is felt better than taught
judgement comes on house of Israel
for their deeds there seems no cure
but a lion comes in true likeness
so natural coming to ever endure
Punishment comes from the Lord
in forsaking God playing the whore
reaping injustice and fruit of lies
but even faintly hope always in store
Never give up O Israel in God
for the Lord loves you so free
His healing is for all your sins
your hope blossoms for all to see
(I have read through the book of Hosea and I've written this focusing on the HOPE that it brings.)