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This is the tale of a mighty great fall
And how it came to be from sitting on a wall
From the beginning it was never revealed
The bricks and the mortar were never sealed
Required permits were never approved
And the 'Danger' sign someone had moved
The site was deemed a building space
The order was to completely replace
So when Humpty Dumpty was strolling along
He had no idea the wall wasn't strong
And when Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall
The crumbling bricks caused him to fall
All the kings' horses' and all the kings' men
Couldn't put Humpty together again
So that's when they made the triple zero call
Requesting assistance, Humpty's had a fall
Please come quick, it's your help we need
Humpty's hit his head and it's starting to bleed
Paramedics arrived and Humpty was assessed
Onto a stretcher, wounds to be dressed
Arriving at the hospital poor Humpty was scared
Having stitches was something Humpty had feared
Just a stitch or two the doctor said
We need to stitch that cut on your head
Once it's done there'll be no pain
So the doctors put Humpty together again
3rd July 2018
Amazed with miracle healings of God
Braced am I to minister by His nod
Circumspectly following path He trod...
Doctor of heart heals* by His love’s power
Easing afflictions thru blessings’ shower
Fortifying health welfare to flower...
Guarding soul midst merciful concern’s care
Hoisting spirit toward good service-dare...
Illness inflicted by sins He can cure
Jesus is His name, my Lord and Saviour...
King of Kings, Physician almighty great
Life-Giver of heaven’s excellent rate
My life He does nourish with values' trait...
Nestling I am in His nursing nurture
Offered to exercise service-venture...
Praying to volunteer in reaching-out
Quieting miseries by fighting doubt
Restoring trust's loss with faith's prudent re-route...
Sharing the Gospel of salvation might
Testifying of His redemption-light
Upholding virtues of genuine goodness
Valuing all tasks by His graciousness
Working toward servanthood faithfulness...
Xenial to needy, offering comfort
Yielded I am to His compassion-fort
Zoomed to doing miraculous effort.
*Luke 4:18 The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he hath anointed me to preach the gospel to the poor; he hath sent me to heal the brokenhearted, to preach deliverance to the captives, and recovering of sight to the blind, to set at liberty them that are bruised.
January 31, 2019
Edited on March 10, 2020
Abecedarian and Rhyme
1st place, "STRAND CHOICE C..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 3/11/2020.
Storyteller weaves his tales
throughout my mind and heart.
He alchemies my leaden days
into golden thoughts.
We soar above the shrinking earth
on word-filled wings at night,
glide on intellectual planes;
it’s Truth we seek to find.
Charting unknown territory
of heartlands, minds and brains,
we plumb the depths of mysteries
that rule cabbages and kings.
Like Capote penning portraits,
his stories glow so real.
Their 3-D essence touches me
in déjà vu surreal.
He’s captured me in tidy yarns,
with friendship for a knot.
Allowing him to nurture me,
he feeds my starving heart.
He takes me here, he whisks me there,
with legends of the fall.
But one place I can never trod
is deep inside his soul.
HEARTBEAT OF CHRISTMAS
Can you hear his heartbeat?
Lay your ear to his chest
His onesie wet with your tears
You wipe them with your hair
Do you hear salvation’s coo?
With eyes that sparkle when they look at you
With a smile that lights up the room
Profound words that created you
Do you answer when he cries?
Pick up your cross and follow him
Remember the childhood wounds
Blood sweat and tears that oozed
Do you kneel down?
With shepherds and kings
With an earthly mother and father
Honoring the king of kings
Open earth’s yellowing album
See the crimson velvet of Santa Claus
Fancy white fur hems, and a jolly laugh
But before you hear those jingle jolly bells
A humble man with a long white beard
Closes his eyes, kneels at a crib
Lauds the one who makes all things possible
11/29/2016
Seasons bring ... the nights, Machiavelli's
Corvus corax or ravens, hints, rallies
birds of good and evil, biblically,
and birds of a feather, ominously,
fed Elijah; 1 Kings 17: ... good,
left Noah; Genesis 8: ... bad, withstood
words by De La Mare, Pollard, and purely ...,
Poe. Riposte's preface specter writes, surely ...,
"Unblackeneds spot the murder from peaks cross.
Fowl scratched a stilted appendaged, exhausts
for ends, internal haunts recuse it from
rituals such ... be marred guilt and succumb
in absentia accused of their acts.
Black king seeks a pawn, the hour ... ink affects."
Glory to God, and peace on earth
Goodwill to all the men,
Time to recall Christ’s humble birth,
His life and death, amen! – (2)
His life, His life and death, amen!
Emmanuel, God is with us,
The King of Kings is born,
The wise men came to see Jesus,
Worship Him and adorn – (2)
Worship, worship Him and adorn;
He came from heav’n to save us all,
Through death, be magnified,
He bled for us, and took our fall,
And on the Cross, He died - (2)
And on, and on the Cross, He died;
Christ rose again, and now alive,
Has been born in my heart,
Good news is that He did arrive,
Salvation to impart - (2)
Joyful salvation to impart.
12.16.2021
{To be sung to the tune of "Joy to the "World"}
For Regina McIntosh's "A Christmas Carol" contest
Those who stretched out their chests like lions
in front of the pipes of guns are now the kings of highways.
Those who died helplessly jumping into the gape of the invading shark
are now alive in the din and bustle of life.
And those who escaped hiding themselves into the darkness
of their cunning are now mere oblivion,
mere broken graveyard surrounded by dreary emptiness.
Actually those who have learnt to contempt the eyes of vulture
have the right of living only.
Only those who have learnt like pincers to uproot the poisonous teeth of cobra have the right of love.
Those who know how to show thumb to the carnivorous animals
have the right of life.
Freedom and sovereignty are only for those who have learnt to play with life like chopper and spear
and who have learnt to shed one river blood
for flowers and poems,
for man and soil.
Behold, those who were alive are now mere ghosts
having died and got rotten utterly.
But those who sacrificed their lives in the inflame of love
are now reigning in the realm of life.
Truly the detestable death of man is in his foolish living;
life is only in war and death.
They think, like dolphins or elephants they're so smart,
And like goats they behave rather intelligent;
They think by riches they can get everything bought,
Even the rarest of rare gems of great elegance...
I had once, by error, conceived such a concept,
Started wielding, like kings, the scepter of power;
Over the rules and laws, I could get my conquest,
Even on the state treasury, I could tower...
I walked, talked, smiled, laughed, and as a kangaroo leaped
Ate, drank, made merry, and often celebrated;
Though around my mansions the poor like large rags heaped,
I went as though nothing to be cogitated...
It's then when once like the sun I peeped within me,
I could find vacuums with darkness flirting in;
I eat but feel no strength; my laugh has no true glee,
Like the dark clouds, glooms, within me, have made their inn...
The poor, needy, homeless - all I see so happy,
Like birds of the air and fish of the sea they flow;
It's hence I ask me like a prodigal hippy,
Losing my simplicity how far shall I go?
01 July 2021
You can tell they are Gods children
from the fruit from off their tree
you can tell they are Gods children
by the presents brought to thee
Mary Mitchell Slessor
was a bow that bridges Heaven
with the love for all Gods children
she brought peace and love to thee
The Queen of the all Okoyong
she fought, her whole life long
in a battle built of passion
and a hymn she sang out strong
She fought against mythology
the laws for killing twins
She fought against the violence
with respect her only crown
She stood up to the warriors
then drunk with English Rum
she stood up to the Chiefs and kings
and sometimes made them run
She fought against injustice
she fought against the pain
and made a better living
in the forest and the rain
In truth she was the queen of love
her fruit both strong and true
she stopped the wars of hatred
in the forest and dew
Beautiful land, hills, and valleys and even the lakes,
Everything so attractive to fell in love with,
My nation so peaceful with the nice people all around,
Unity, harmony and understanding each other are our major keys.
Our leaders are the kings and queens of centuries,
They feel worried when they see us living miserably and suffering,
God gave my republic everything in order to maintain its good people and beauty among us,
We feel ashamed for where we acted abnormal dear homeland.
I like it when my old man tells me of the past, wish you too they do utter,
My youth we work hard to develop as well as our beloved nation,
Heavenly father blessed us because he knew where we had come from and avoid turning back,
We keep on moving to our future that we know only holds good and better for us.
Dignity and prosperity is our motto,
My best leaders keep on telling us this day and night in order to prevent me from being abusive and arrogant or cruel for my motherland,
I hate disappointing you my beloved one,
We, the ancestors, heroes and legends are your children we won’t bear for those that curse and wish you bad,
Just wanting to destroy your nature and beauty,
I will never give-up on you at any cost.
Am struggling for you and always will do,
Ride with you into wars and get injured or die at most,
Will never rest knowing you’re at your worst unless you’re safe for me and the next thousands of generations that you will deliver my significant one.
I feel like crying or should I scream because you make us all proud dear good land,
Heard that everybody wishes to call you his/her motherland yet you gave birth to few but the entire universe is fighting to have at least a bit of your sweetness. Wont judge any but we and them love and adore you to the fullest and till then.
God bless the universe, people and my Rwanda.