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I watched the video on a facebook page about an African Philanthropist and Orphanage Owner. He went abroad for a year and just returned back home. There was a joyful moody by his children at the Orphanage. Here are the few reactions from the people who watched the video across the globe:
"Best thing I have seen all day long on social media.... Made me break into tears of joy. God bless him"
"It is good to be good. This is what I described as God in human form on planet earth. I just asked one thing from God( long life) and it settled in Jesus Christ name, Amen"
" Best video ever I nearly cried, God will bless you abundantly Sir, just look at the sweetest love from the children"
"This is so touching... Love in action... Bless the little souls".
"It good to be good to children, I shed tears as I watched the video".
" This is very beautiful to watch, this man has invested heavily in the lives of the children and will be greatly rewarded".
Marvel and nice video to watch, may God bless you and also continue your works of blessing the children of God. They are definitely being looked after very well".
"The children will turn out to be successful men and women in future, courtesy of his good deeds".
" This is worthy more than a billion dollars..... Pure love and joy"
"God bless you richly Sir for being a source of joy and happiness to the less privileged and orphans.... This is indeed my dream and desire in life and I must achieve it by the grace of God".
" Yes, I salute you Sir. See me crying here, tears of joy rolling my cheeks".
"I watched the video and I wept like a kid (so emotionally). I pray to Allah, to continue blessing this man more beyond his expectation. I also pray may Allah bless me to make an impact in people's lives".
" Long life, more wealth and sound health I prayed for him".
Video posted by Allan Kinyua Murianki on Tik Tok
Poetry by Chipepo Lwele
07/02/2023
Behold the city City on the hill Real is the truth that makes it so free Blazing in the sky roaring heart be still See with faith the light of destinies end Walking on gold floors ain't the greatest thrill Truth told humbly mopping on bended knee All tears could not afford thy presence fill Love without price paid in full did descend My greatest treasure became and found me City of truth where all do speak it too Pure language of love is God’s gift to you I am City where life always transcends River of peace flows like the sky is blue Look for that City before it begins
Distantly connections seemed like there have been interruptions
The changing of tides seas storms com busting
Be honest tell the truth it really is okay
To let go of what is bothering you today
I am here
I will listen
let’s score these symphony notes together
It's okay to be honest handsome man handsome fellow
Let it all out your friend is here
you were told not cry not to shed tears
Yes you are a man and I know that for a fact
but not venting and releasing can cause you a heart attack
Be still you are nervous, okay calm down this day
Words can come out but pain doesn't make a sound
Your heart is beating fast now
Pain I speak to you this day
My friend my friend has something to say
He is ready to be for real
No medicine not a pill
Can suppress these feelings inside
If love doesn't hurry up and show up he shall spill the tide
Of anger and rage for many mistakes
Shaking the surface as a tsunami earth quake
Hurricane aftermath moved away
Open up friend tell me, just say
Let me be your therapist your counsel today
Hugs and love given now expand his way
Friend, friend I can call you that
You proved it then and now I sat
I have been there before wearing those shoes
Sitting in my quiet place what to do what to do
I could not move forward in this pain this measure
So I release unto you release has come together
Lay to promise, life will be better
It is better now that you write it in a letter
It is okay you express that way
I am glad I am here with you that you may say
Words however you feel it will help you in what todo
today is the day that you see the new you
Congratulations
Neither puppy love nor lust, each insists
in its imperfect play. Their hearts resist
both by clinging in its barbaric way.
Youth forgiven. The wolf begs her to stay.
But a commitment is made in marriage.
It is not found in a baby carriage.
What do we know of love - it’s not first sight.
It is the highs and lows - bond holds on tight.
Love’s patient, kind, not selfish nor boastful.
It’s the making of memories - joyful.
To let go of bitterness’ a decision.
Poof like magic, the wrongs are forgiven.
Black and blues, the stumbles and falls, gets up
on the horse - believers climb to the top.
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Now what of those years, of the worse decrease?
Does the sorrow make the better cerise?
Does the white-gowned wife, handsome groom resume
as if the bond is pruned, roses in bloom?
Yes, the rivulets of tears reverent.
The jubilee melody resonant.
When love is stirred with sugar and nettles,
sorrow’d years melt. Felicitous petals
land on silver hair and wrinkles. O God!
Yes, three cords complete and restore the flawed.
Love protects, hopes, perseveres in trials.
The truth of a lifetime's years in their smiles.
Shakespeare regales Summer’s hot gaze, short days.
Yet love stoked in the Winter’s hearth - O blaze!
1/30/2021
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Hybronnet is similar to a sonnet, can have a variable rhyme scheme,
does not have to be iambic meter. The poet is given liberty to choose how to structure the rhyme of the Hybronnet poem into a combination of rhymes be it slant, feminine, masculine, etc. or apply it in any design deemed appropriate
I recall, as I stare at you
Of the first time I noticed you.
I was far too young and naive
To notice what was underneath your weave.
Your dance, your shifts, your sway,
Came to my sight and got in my way.
Nothing compared to your gloss up high,
Illuminating the dark night sky.
Your sisters, daughters or whatever they might be,
A million eyes, all intrigued, observing me.
I gaze in awe at such beauteous sight.
Marveled, I wonder, do I have any rights?
I take a walk down the lane,
It’s such a shame I don’t know your name.
How to adore you? What words to use?
So many points against me, I’m afraid to lose.
There stood my silhouette opposite to your reflection,
As you performed your nightly ritual in the same direction,
It was then I knew, you knew I was there.
And ever since then you followed me everywhere.
So romantic were those nocturnal dates,
Where it was I, who drank the grapes,
Not a single word but so much said.
You were like a book I had already read.
As time passed by I began to age,
And your eternal splendor filled me with rage.
So weak and empty I felt inside.
This must be one of life’s twisted rides.
Finally the day I expected came to date.
I was waiting on my departure but didn't count on fate.
Totally unaware I flew to your light
And quickly past by you I went out of sight.
Oh! How could I have not known?
That your daughters or sisters were your back bone.
Long gone admirers that once held you in their goals
And just like me; had given up their souls.
ARE THERE CARIBOU IN MALIBU?
The frail I fail to reach
The elderly with so much to teach
Those older whose shoulder brushes mine
And yet each and every eye still to shine
Those tangled up by values and vine
The ones who feed squirrels in some secluded square
Those with remembrances to relate with reverence, relevance and a touch of flair
The old and the better ones
The cold and bitter ones
Those who fear to do what they could never dare
Those who dare not do that which they fear
That elder on a bench was once a tailor in a shop on Main Street in Malibu
The one over there used to do conservation work for the caribou
Because every elder once was………….
Everyone once was something
Something of worth with value assessed
Everyone has been caressed
With lamentable last times and blessed by first times
Bed times, bad times and the worst times
Rain shower times and feathery flower times
Times of weakness and power times
Repressing and depressing times
Most had lovers to whom they were inclined
Sorrowfully one fell well behind
Still others had delight definitively defined
Some of them, on occasion, rose to the occasion
And most once had a viable vocation
Everyone did something kind
Everyone had vengeance weighing on their mind
Everyone tried to kindle a spark
And some were left deeply in the dark
Yet sadly only a sacred few will die and acutely, with acumen, leave their memorable mark
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Hi guys, please go through my poem wrote by Mrs.Madhavi about imperial and blushing rose..
Blushing Rose
Glowing in the early dawn,
Hey my beautiful rose..
Your aromatic fragrance has touched my soul..
Each and every united petals of yours vibrates me, making me alive..
O'wild rose, You stroked my heart!!
Falling on my face, You are the one who don't make deceitful pretences..
You are the one who endowed me a smile as a surprise..
Your charismatic posture embedded in a deep space of my heart..
O'delirious rose, You flicked my soul!!
Wrapped by disliking thorns and spines..
Loves the spirit you cheerfully withstand..
My eyes are desperately thirsty to have a quick glance of your tendered feature..
O'chaotic rose, You twitched my nerves!!
Your dusky red colour..
enamoured my entire body..
Enigmatic cheers on my lips..
I wanna kiss you forever forever..
Holding you in my hands, bending on my knees..
O'ferine rose u reached the highest peak of my heart!!
Amongst the bushes and raw grass,
My heart got connected with you..
Chromatically waving in an air..activating my sense
Inspiring me making my d-day delighted..
O'glimmering rose,trustworthily you ignited passion inside me!!
Glimpse of yours make me kinetized,my blushing pearl..
Freakly taking a deep breathe,my blossoming chics..
Flaming love in my heart i can offer you..
O'amorous rose, for that You have to be mine..be mine My Queenliest love.. !!
red is like the petal of a flower
like rain on a sunny day small areas of showers
red is like pillow stuffed feathers to complete
the texture too soft and plain to see
red is like a tear that falls on the side of a face
wiped many times but without a trace
covered by the emotions of rivers part
red is the beat of a human heart
close nit tight but never bitter alone
how comforting this red can be on the other end of a phone
listen to red and how red explains to thee
oh beauty through songs red has its on symphony
loud and peaceful red rings and beats
the pace of drums in the Sarah Deserts heat
in the heat of the day red changes with weather
like curtains in a window red sealed letter
smelling fragrances associated with red
dandelions jasmines roses
red is like the senses in the soft canal of the nose and
every part of the soul
red is young red is old
red captivates its connection to us all
red kisses hugs expands its own call
sun rays red days
releasing its grace
red is red is today
a place were many will say
like meditation mind free kneel to pray
red is here red is every were
red pays attention and i never scared
let red be who red is called to be
red is definitely a description in me
Quirky tricks of my special child are amusing…
But vexing when they turn to be mischievous acts
Exposing follies in the guise of innocence;
Thus, I respond with love-filled correction-dealings.
My child’s mischief reminds me actually of mine
Which I try to hide to guard my reputation
Such is what human nature readily asserts
And I’m not exempted from succumbing to it.
Learning from my child’s naughtiness which does offend
I admit my own that may or can hurt and harm
Since nothing can escape from the omniscient God
Who compassionately forgives and freely transforms.
Thus, I ask pardon* for my mischief’s ill effects
While praying with faith to win against my defects.
*1Samuel 15:25 Now therefore, I pray thee, pardon my sin, and turn again with me, that I may worship the LORD.
Hybronnet: For this “poetic modification,” I made all first twelve lines to follow the blank verse form with twelve syllables each. Meanwhile the last two lines (lines 13 and 14) make a couplet, like that of a sonnet, with each line having twelve syllables.
September 8, 2018
7th place, "A Form of Mischief" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Nina Parmenter; judged on 10/4/2018.
Motherland!
I won't leave you again to ruin,
The pagearity of my soul shall grace you.
Once I left you moulded black,
Now I won't leave you again to rot.
Let my words germinate in your palms,
In vain vanities have I made you vain,
Graceful paths have I crafted for you.
I won't leave you again to rust in vain.
Motherland, I remember your greener pasture.
If there is a fooled love in abyss,
Mine is a divinelove packaged in purity.
I remembered you Good mama, decorated with love,
Cultured in a embeamed embryo of sweetness;
Mechanised pretty star of paradised earth.
If I get locked away in the past,
Your bosom shall I look unto.
Outset of the puzzle of life, you made me.
Motherland, mother hope, mother trust,
Fertiled and honeyed gracefully beyond others.
Motivated at the peak of the wind,
Trees waving in an inspirational move,
Clapping grasses worshipping and praising
A love sweetened flowing in one channel.
Motherland, of a truth you are great and pure.
Here I was born and groomed,
I grew around these tables of peace
Sorrounded by spirited brothers and sisters.
I grew around these watered hope,
I won't leave you again, motherland.