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Ode to Rabbie Burns.
. I was up before the dawn,
still half asleep for sure.
I struggled into wellies
and headed for the moor.
The heather smelt so fine,
my Whisky tasted good
as i put away the hip flask
and walked towards the woods.
I went in through the bracken
and quietness was a need.
The search was now in earnest
for this is where they feed.
At first i checked the traps
all empty such a shame.
This Beastie was elusive
would you like to know his name?
He is only found in Scotland
on moors and deep in woods
and sometimes changes colour
depending on his moods.
His diet it is Heather
the purple is the best,
though sometimes he eats Neeps
to farmers he"s a pest.
His legs they number three
he has no grace or poise,
and if theres more than one
they really make a noise.
They taste so good and spicy
with pepper and with salt.
Served up with Tatties and Neeps
washed down with a single malt.
But have you guessed his name,
would you know one face to face.
Robert Burns it was who called him
" Great chieftain o the pudding-race"
Yes it is the Haggis,
let"s all take it in turns
and raise your glass in homage
"Oh heres tae Rabbie Burns"
“Blessed by God, I share His blessings.”
My Philosophy Statement at Work
Blessed* so well by God
I am indeed humbly grateful
thus, my best and utmost response
is to share His b l e s s i n g s with others.
Truly blessed by the Saviour through His love
my ransomed s o u l, praise-filled
testifies about His redemption
freely offered to me.
Blessed abundantly by the Lord
my blissful heart, in earnest worship
seeks first His kingdom and righteousness
declaring salvation G o s p e l that g r a n t s eternal l i f e.
Always blessed by the Father with pardon for confessed sins
my guilt-free conscience claims His assured sanctification
while I yield to His control toward faith’s good works
extending kindness, showing His grace.
Blessed awesomely with precious family
my relationship experiences are worthy treasures
great home partnership among Dad, Mom and siblings
produces fruits of fellowships and friendships beyond kinship.
Surely blessed by Christ toward heavenly abode forever and ever
I keep on praying that I would be a clean vessel of His gifts
a privileged ready conduit for His kingdom advancement
while volunteering myself in life-building pursuits.
Blessed ceaselessly by the Holy Spirit
along His guidance and wisdom sought for
my commitment to stay in His light --- He enables
for me to speak and write of the hope He brings with His peace.
Triumphantly blessed by the Almighty, Source of my very being
I live for HIM, rendering** faithful stewardship-servitude
evidenced through sincere ministerial pursuits
reaching-out with His compassion.
*Ephesians 1:3 Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who hath blessed us with all spiritual blessings in heavenly places in Christ
**Psalm 116:12 What shall I render unto the LORD for all his benefits toward me?
November 2, 2021
9th place, "Your Own Philosophy Statement" Poetry Writing Premier Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 11/4/2021.
Under my Refuge
A canopy of Oaks
Sheltering from the blazing sunshine
Sheltering from the sweltering heat
That has put me to flight
To seek the solace of trees
Too much brightness, too much light
On this summers day
The trees are wilting
They have no water to drink
As on the grounds leaves are falling
Carpeting the ground
The crow squawks for water
To quench its thirst
Maybe a splash
Farmers are harrowing
But ploughs can barely scratch
The concrete hard dirt
The exercises once witnessed
Is a thing of the past
As the heat rages on in earnest
The acorns drops in submission
A gentle breeze rustling the carcasses of leaves
I can't help being grateful
As it gathered speed
To soothe and pamper
Fulfilling a need.
But of this canopy I am grateful
As it has eased my torment
Giving me a reprise.
Feels like a long lost friend visiting
Feels like from heaven sent.
Raised a bow my shoulder emerged,
Like those on tie glory for modern slavery
After million nights of bookworm.
Not of a thing that makes the kingdom of our saviour comes.
Yet it's a fulfillment of the order of our creator.
Increase, multiply and replenish the earth.
This my heart is pinned after attaining adulthood.
But life has not been smiling on me since my quest has been in fame
Like our elders in attorney in the name of mentoring
Empower us to be kwashokwo.
That everything underneath bra
My desire is made to love.
Could this be love or lust?
This my heart is yet to comprehend.
My heart in earnest pants for a true love,
Not as those that can't do without pant
But for matrimonial bliss as my Lord pleases.
This I pray not of my will but thy will be done.
she planned her escape in a methodical way
determined to leave by the following Sunday
I am going to set the castle on fire, she said
after they leave, I don’t want anyone dead
when they left for church, she began her pyres
by the time they would return, there would be seven fires
she put on a ball gown and danced as she lit them up
her dress was frothy and fine, fit her like a loving cup
the fires began in earnest, there were orange flames
when the king returned, he would know it was one of her games
she had taken the lead, she was powerful once again.
He will never find me; she laughed. Let the leaving begin.
Are money and blood not just signs,
Of vitality, of love, sex and family?
‘Cos your relationships should be stable,
By definition they should be believable.
Just being related by blood to someone,
Doesn't mean you love them in motion,
And so you must engender the pipers,
Of goodness: trust, dignity and emotion.
Your father should also be your role model,
To endorse your moral values and determination,
As your partner can never be purchased -
Only material goods and the home in earnest.
If he is not, then you should acquire,
The person of your character’s desire,
With whom you can recall and ruminate,
To discuss that which you do not hate.
Fortune, I'm sure, follows the genuine,
Those who upon valour and truth call,
Those who receive goodness and love,
In return, and not a religious scrawl.
It was a magical night with full moon in the sky
Pointing her finger to the luminous orb on high
Mother told her son- “Look at the magical globe”.
The child raised his eager eyes towards the sky.
Saw the silver disc blazing among the clouds,
Sending out pulses of light on everything beneath
As he looked on, he saw it inching slowly away.
Wide eyed he kept gazing at the globe of light,
Sliding over the black cover of speckled brightness
And beams of silver kissing on every cloud,
And the moon smiling down at him from the heights.
From him escaped an excited squeal of delight
Felt it was beckoning him in earnest,
Inviting him to join in its silent march.
Drawn by the flashy glamour of that magical sprite,
His eyes were hooked on to its effulgent face.
While looking on, the moon disappeared out of sight,
Like a culprit vanishing abrupt to escape the cops.
The child wanted to reach out to the sky to trace him.
Adamant on having one more look, he waited in the dark
Until at last his mother had to forcibly drag him in
Even at being tucked in bed, she saw a tear suspended,
In the corner of his eye glittering like another moon
She wished she could through some magic bring the moon back.
All she could say to console her sobbing son was-
“My babe, don’t cry! Sure he will come tomorrow”!
I have poured out my heart like water
But only those understanding will see
I have laid the grief of the children
before the King appointed to be
I have studied each fragile connection
and the way that men hurt their own
the shield and the scars sealed deeply
and left too many hearts without home
Slave to traditions and teachings
don’t taste don’t touch and don’t care
Ten thousand things that you shouldn’t
of ideological stoning beware
But none can follow examples
of courses they don’t understand
but let’s flay them alive with blazing
and their lives let’s mark with a brand
When learning you to walk upright
when you fell were you beaten and shamed
if just now you are learning to do right
is it just when you fall to be framed
In the gentle stillness
in movement softer than a breeze
pictures of their future
the rest of man at ease
And tender are the Words
that coax the fragile shoots
whose mildness alights
the growth of goodly fruits
Your promises have held me
and voice mine ears carress
in delicate expressions
which avows your loves address
You have drawn us with affection
with persuasions clearly pure
assurances of a truthful pledge
of a love that will endure
In earnest is your bestowal
the announcements of your speech
in readiness to accomplish
to divulge the heart you teach
The essence of your compassion
the ardor of your intent
the center of our being
to its enlargement are we bent
We waded through embankments
and rivers did we ford
sought for the precious things
what is the Truth of Lord
You are the Sun the Moon the Rain
the energy that creates growth
the spirit who supports all Life
and to save it given oath
We will forever turn to you
and happily throw our crown
prostrate in humble gratitude
For the Love within have found
sources : Psalms Proverbs
Ecclesiastes
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
I WILL or WILL I??
It was me who was there, when they laid you bare
On your Mother’s cheek
I saw her weep, her bosom seep
As they spirited you away
while her teats suppurate
And her heart quaked
I witnessed the distress, when they opened Your chest
And striped your back, once they saw that you lacked
Fear, Dread and Fright
And they tried to extinguish your light, diminish your Might
Tried to slash your eyes, and halve down your size
Out of despise-ing you
Thereby despise-ing
Their-Selves
I had a front row seat
Watched Her labor to defeat,
Stamp and Trample
The very heart of you
Because the sheer force of you
And very thought of you
Was an affront to her
And your Heart’s existence
Was her inconsistence
And your Subsistence
It was Me beseen
who cleansed your feet in the stream
who unbound your wrists, unfurled your fists
re-sheathed your dagger
uprighted your stagger
settled your fever
bewitched your foes
scatter the crows
Nourished your dreams
reStitched your seams
Cheered you in Earnest
Soothed your furnace
And when the Masses Demand
Who will bear the Pain of this Man
I shall raise my hand
and say
“I WILL” [I, Magdalene]
Whispers
How can I ever forget the evening we first met
Under the twilight of placid sun about to set
When your sweet whispers ably set me afire
As I embraced in earnest your loving desire.
You held me close intently as if for ever
In language of sweet love eminently clever
Inviting the peeking moon to join our affair
As a distant star blushingly glared with flair.
Lyrics of our romance resonated in my ear
As rhythm of our hearts echoed with cheer
Revealing tenderly a tale of heavenly bliss
Singing sweet nothings with a passionate kiss.
Your urges grew steadily more meaningful
Each time your verses called me beautiful
Intimating fondly that I occupied your mind
Towering to heights only true love can find.
We told each other wishes always come true
For love we own is granted to a select few,
As happiness willingly resides in our hearts
Bonded with admiration that never departs.
As your eager vibes pronounce our love anew
Every word of passion draws me closer to you
Conveying me to fervent places I never knew
Craving for your touch as our feelings renew.
Discourse of love resonates with adoring smile
As we revel in romantic talk avidly fragile
And echo of our minds reverberates with a sigh
Enamored in angelic love that will never die.
November 17, 2017
Whisper Sweet Nothings
Sponsor: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
First Place