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Although I greatly loved socializing, I really enjoyed being alone,
Like ebony evenings of magic, with no ringing of the telephone.
Since my young childhood, I had been, an introverted extrovert,
Like one with eyes to azure skies, for solitary sun's extra burst!
I loved my work as a museum tour guide, as blossoms love rain,
And offish Mars loves twirling alone, in the red days of his fame.
Yet, in leisure hours I was often alone, like a full, alienated moon,
Or stunning, vibrant rainbows, that won't be amassing very soon.
Friends oft invited me to parties, and sometimes I would accept,
As sun is seen coaxing roses, from the beds where winter's slept.
I lived in the house of quiet starlight, each of them roving alone,
Like solitary, jade grasshoppers, when green grass is overgrown.
My nearest neighbor was my best friend, and we were like family,
Ofttimes together, laughing steadily, in the days of golden vanity.
Pleasant summer was in high spirits, with a whistling in the trees,
And a continuous, merry humming, from hives of the honeybees.
One day, I labored in my garden, while marigold blooms sang sun;
And I saw a lone woodpecker tapping, getting his own work done.
It was not the first time I'd seen one, and they were always solo,
Like a total eclipse of the glorious sun, making of him a no-show.
Then I saw a pink hummingbird, flying backward, and upside down,
Reveling in aloof, open air dining, out on the quaint sunshiny town.
This brought to mind adorable koalas, living out serene lives alone,
Like a dramatic, lone shooting star, heading out to zones unknown.
Later I saw a pretty emerald butterfly, more solitary than the birds,
They live and usually migrate alone, past the city's outlying suburbs.
Then there is reclusive, giant panda, active at night and by twilight,
When hued skies remember and review, the golden day's highlights.
Thinking of complex nature's solo acts, I did gain valuable insights,
For being alone is only natural, circumstances defining what's right.
I am no longer feeling guilty, but am accepting myself just as I am.
As the sun accepts taking over, when heavy storms are on the lam.
I still laugh it up at joyous parties, like fireworks and confetti stars,
Yet, I require long intervals of silence, like silky nights of no chaos!
In Ongata Rongai's club, a memory song weaves,
A tale of Newton Karish and daring thieves,
Late '90s, New Year's Eve, a lively show,
A sold-out crowd, in high spirits, they'd go.
Karish, unlike modern stars who mime,
With a live band and dancers, he'd shine.
From 10 pm till dawn's early light,
He'd entertain with all his might.
Dancers lost in rhythms, the crowd in delight,
As midnight approached, spirits took flight,
But then, at 2 am, a sudden hush fell,
Speakers went mute, a foreboding spell.
A gang, six or seven, with weapons untamed,
Machetes, clubs, and rusty guns they aimed,
"KILA MTU LALA CHINI!" the leader's decree,
Patrons, sobered, herded, as fear grew free.
"EVERYONE, GET NAKED!" his next demand did ring,
So, they stripped down to nothing, a peculiar, shocking thing,
As the gang searched pockets, taking what they could find,
The crowd cowered on the cold floor, fear etched in their mind.
The gang's leader, bold with humor in tow,
Ordered the speakers to once again glow,
Onstage, Karish and his band stood bare,
Naked and vulnerable, in the chilling air.
"START SINGING!" the gang leader's absurd command,
Karish, his voice trembling, had to withstand,
"Muthoni Kifagio," the song he must perform,
A satirical piece, to ridicule and inform.
Adding humor to the tale's unique lore,
The gang chose a dancer, a man to explore,
An old, pot-bellied, short figure in a cowboy hat,
Dancing comically for the gang; imagine that!
The heist was brief, mere minutes had passed,
And the gang disappeared, leaving the patrons aghast,
Naked and frantic, like a colonial scramble they raced,
For clothes to wear, in haste, they embraced.
Karish and his band, furthest from the pile of clothes,
Landed mismatched attire, confusion arose,
Karish in a spaghetti top, a scent of perfume so strong,
His wife at home, his troubles, he'd explain ere long.
No offense, but imagine the scene so bizarre,
As the pot-bellied dancer, in a cowboy hat, old by far,
Wore lady's biker short, oh what a sight,
In an unexpected place, a humorous plight.
To this day, Karish worries and ponders,
How the dancer, in his unusual wonders,
Explained to satisfaction, to his wife's delight,
Why he wore lady's biker short that night.
This question drives me up and down the walls
I know for certain that God has answered my calls
I can’t hang up on Him…He’s so brilliant
And I’m so little compared to Him…
Maybe I’m little in size and very insignificant compared to the most High
He gives me quite a natural high
He brings me back home and kisses me good night
Without His love, I’d be lost like a sheep losing his shepherd
I feel like I’m separated to God
As if God and I are on both sides of the coin…
Our oceans don’t collide with each other,
But He does make huge tidal waves…
And I make baby waves that swerve up and down
Like a wave’s movement, my life seems to have its low points and high points
But, when I build enough energy, I glide higher than the clouds
Though, unfortunately, I’ve only been dreaming this
Then, I collapse into the sand...my face rubs against it and I have scrapes all over
Sand and water do mix well, but afterwards, the sea shore’s weight will pile up on the bottom of the ocean floor
I can’t imagine how many grains of sand there are on Earth
There are countless amounts of ants on Earth as well
Trillions and trillions of them are in existence
It’s amazing how plants take in Carbon Dioxide
And we breathe in oxygen…
God is a fantastic creator and He did carve His creations pretty well
God saw my distress and He healed me
When I think about Him, I’m speechless and can’t say much
He’s made out of love and He bubbles me up with excitement
I haven’t given Him the credit of working miracles in my life…
But, I don’t want to divorce God…I must propose to Him like a wife
Does to her husband…I want to submit to Him
He made the sunset, the moon and stars
Look! He even made the planets and He healed our scars
He made the flowers, the roses and the creeping bugs
Look! He even made leaves for our eyes to see…
He made the change of seasons
God saw my distress and healed me
God made the wild cats, bears, reptiles
He made us have a brain that is as neat as black and white tiles
God healed me…and I’m simply glad He did so
God wiped out my distress…and He simply dressed me with happiness and He’s in high spirits to see me grow
~ Inspired by the band of Evanescence’s song: Never Go Back
~ God inspired me to write this poem…
I entered the hotel dining room and sat at my table for an early breakfast, watching the rain pelting against the windows, overlooking the River Clyde. Conversation was limited; more audible the clinking of crockery and cutlery. The tour leader walked in and his booming voice cut through the gloomy atmosphere as he assured us that the trip was still on; the weather forecast was encouraging.
a senior lady
takes second helpings...
her bag bulges
When some time later we went out to board the coach, the rain had just about stopped. Outside the air was cold. Being people of little faith, we had donned jumpers or cardigans over our light clothes and carried raincoats over our arms. It was unwise to be caught unprepared. The tour leader was no exception!
crossing a bridge...
two honeymooners
sit on separate seats
The trip from Glasgow to Oban was calculated to take about two and a half hours, but with planned stops along the way it was going to take longer. We took our first break at Loch Lomond. The rain had stopped completely, but the clouds still hovered ominously overhead. More stops at Crianlarich and Kilchurn Castle followed. In the meantime the sun was making feeble attempts at making its presence felt, and sure enough the cold air became warmer.
the sky, reflected
in large puddles...
harebells and toadflax
When we finally arrived in Oban the clouds had dispersed, the heat increased, and thick clothing was discarded completely. A meal and a boat trip to Seal Island saw us all in high spirits.
On the return journey our luck ran out again. Clouds and rain accompanied us to the hotel, but it did not really matter. A nice warm shower and a decent meal was something to look forward to.
unpredictable
four seasons in one day
I juggle saijiki
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A Haibun Contest sponsored
by Debbie Guzzi
Placed 4th
© 17th August 2017
In this game of who gets who worst.
Its about getting even , regardless of if feelings get hurt.
So what if this has escalated , you've wronged me,
since that moment I had placed you in a hurst.
Ironic is that you were the brother who taught me the meaning of family.
Now you are the one whose existence is a bother.
More push than shoves , more disdain than love.
My personality determed by " I " but the attitude by all of the above.
Those qualities of yours that ensure that we will quarell.
Those lies that enticed my pride to be swallowed.
No longer will I take the blame for you.
My older brother. My older brother , both father and brother.
What a short distance you've fallen from the tree , hurting all those around you , your siblings and even our dear mother, just like the one who betrayed you , our dear father.
For the lust of materialistic dreams that you seeked youve trampled upon the ones who didnt even understand the concept of envy.
First you lie about your family name.
Then you gamble with our savings.
Then steal from me , was I not part of your family?
Humiliate your siblings infront of your friends for laughs.
Calling us the bastards that God should've never had.
Thank God our mother can't see what has become of you and I.
You almost murdered me because I wouldn't lend you anymore money.
Thank God our mother can't see what has become of you and I.
For you succesfully murdered her spirits too.
You only came to the funeral to lay claim to your part of the money.
Tomorrow our family ties will be physically severed.
But mother taught us all shall pass.
When tomorrow comes I hope this is true.
So in high spirits I know this is something else that shall pass,
something I must go through.
For with the last heirloom you did not take.... ,
our grandfather’s knife...
Your life I shall take from you.
Opening and closing my eyes. Oh, Wow such a Bright light.
Seeing two of God Creations overflowing with tears and smiles.
“You two know Who I AM!”
Human beings changing me, carrying me, feeding me, grooming me, teaching me, finally they Molded me right.
“Hmmm… Do you Really know Who I AM?”
Learning with you, making friends with you, playing with you, working with you, exploring with you, enjoying life with you, and even Created a new life with you.
“Seriously, Who Am I?”
Smiling. Company all around. “Hello there!” Dancing. Being goofy. “Hahahaha!” Hallucinating. “Oh no, no, no, NO!” “What is that?” Confused. “I want to be alone.”; “No, please don’t leave me!”; “Get away from me.”; “Who is that chasing me!” Felt a Pinch. “Ouch, that hurt!” Screaming, “Why, Why, why, why!” Eyes slowly closing. Body weakening. Dreaming. You deserve to be Happy, excited, grateful, content, accepted, saved, treasured, and at peace. Grasping the noble power of speech. Eyes slowly opening. All alone. Feeling, miserable, weary, terrified, anxious, & so irate. “Ahhhh!” Inside devotions. Self-Warrior.
“Where Am I?”
Free-Prisoner! Visualizing. Prayers! Excited; an empty home. Stomach rumbles. Prayers! Grateful; apples everywhere. Thinking. Prayers! Content; able to be a writer. “I am Not Alone!” Prayers! Accepted; Believer of God. ”It’s so cold.” Body deteriorating. Prayed. Prayed. Floated Soul. Prayers!
“Do you Know Where I Am?”
“Where AM I?” Covering mouth. Giggling. “HELLO, GOD KNOWS WHERE I AM!” Captured. Grasped by the Noble Power. In High Spirits. “I AM Protected by my Lord and Savior!” Finally, At Peace; MySelf-War ended. “NOW YOU ALL KNOW WHERE I AM.” My body is Treasured; you finally discovered me. Entreating God Children. "Because within me is Peace; Now Shall be Peace within You ALL!"
Extra weight no longer a problem for shallow water,
We bulked up for the next leg of our journey,
Water containers, even some canned goods
An acceptable luxury in our seventeen foot canoe,
A canvas topping lashed everything in securely,
Offered some weather proofing for sensitive gear,
Our sleeping bags, some staples, and clean clothing.
Cameras were kept in waterproof pouches
That stayed within easy reach of paddlers,
Fishing rods and car mounts for the canoe,
In case we burned out, topped the load,
With ice chest and Dr. Peppers easily accessible.
In high spirits we set out on the next leg,
Destination Cass Lake's Boy's Camp Chippewa.
I had traveled this leg before as a twelve year old,
By canoe, but with less luxury, until Bemidji,
Where each of our crew went to a late movie,
And downed a Paul Bunyan Special banana split
One banana and seven scoops of ice cream,
Camp four miles across open water long after dark,
With only a fire on a distant shore to guide us home. (4)
Poet's Notes:
(4) People die pulling stunts like this. In fact strong winds arose forcing us to shore shortly after we started, light rain and lightning flashes high in the sky! We had to pull our canoes wading in the dark along the shore for 3 hours to reach our camp. Our counselors pledged us all to secrecy for they would have been fired had management known the danger they put us all in.
She once came in nagging and said,"They said that l'm an alien", and l got thoughtful.
I replied," l don't know about you being an alien but l know that your beauty is out of this world ", she was graceful.
The way we looked at each other was blissful.
The love we had was vibrant and youthful.
It made my heart to beat in high spirits, it was wonderful.
We understood each other because for each other we were mindful.
We were there for each other, making us delightful.
Mesmerized with each other, it was all so wonderful.
I was way too deep in her affection that l ended up being boastful.
I wondered what l did to deserve this love that made me so joyful.
Yes, those stolen glances we shared during our childhood made us so joyful.
I enjoyed our friendship especially the games in which we were so happy and playful.
Only if l was watchful.
I would have recognized the red flags to decide on our bond of which l though was strengthful.
I have to say at first l was sorrowful.
It changed me to be reckless with my funds and wasteful.
I wish you well and all the best , l ain't going to be grudgeful.
I must say that for the moments we shared l ain't resentful.
I still love you to be truthful.
By my side you were always respectful.
As a shoulder to cry on you were always heedful.
Just keep it mind in relationships the importance of being trustworthy and truthful .
You are powerful even in the darkest of days... I prayed for Your insight
Night and Day...every pondering moment.
You responded to my prayers in many unique ways...You made my spirit take flight
What should I say? You scrubbed off my lament.
You relieved me from distress
You fearlessly strengthened my hope
and frayed my fear
Now I'm in high spirits with freewill and delight...
and I must confess
You wiped away the boundless tears, shattering my negativity...
your love is crystal clear now!
Am I still that hovering angel...yearning for some light?
Am I still that naive spirit, giving in to the darkness and seeking plight?
I know God loves me, but I doubt Him still
God revealed His love with my whole family...but i don't feel right
I know God cares for us, I see no sign of Him or His will...
God dealt with us with patience and kindness, but I can't yield on to His radiance so full of might
You are fruitful even in the darkest hours...I prayed for Your delight
To fall upon me day and night...effecting my every thought process
You promised me Your blessings and upcoming Kingdom every time I consider Your Word... You made my dreams come true and lingered around me despite
My bitter, spiteful words that I didn't mean to say... Is there any hope that I'll ever be successful during this time of cheerlessness
But, I believe God is a merciful creator!!
Just take my hand and I will hold tight
I won't let go , only if you told me.
Just kiss hard and be my side.
I'll hold you close all through the night.
Just protect me when I'm about to fall
I'm trusting you to be the man in my life.
Just care for me when I need support
I'll reciprocate the same for you.
I love you
I love you
I truly do and don't know how else to express it
I love you
I love you
I truly do and don't know how to express it.
Have fun with me when I'm in high spirits.
I'll make you feel as if we are in our world
Take the time to talk to me in deep conversation
We will have our own love language
Show me that you truly value me as a person
And I'll dedicate my time to support you and your concerns.
Just be the partner I'm looking for
And I'll be the real wife you been wife your searching for
Don't settle for low vibe entertaining
I'll show you that that life is is more fulfilling.
Boy, I love you
I love you
I truly do and don't know what else to do.
I love you
I love you
I truly do and don't know how else to express it.
I truly do and don't know how to express it.
I don't want to leave you.
You don't want to leave.
So what are we doing? Just waiting.
So why have you not told me you love me?
I love you
I love you
I honestly do and don't know how to express it.