Long Partnering Poems
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I do not know how and I do not know why - why you did this to me
You left without a word-you left me in wonders, wondering why
You left beautiful memories- yet should I regret meeting you
You left, yet you said our love is laughter, lighter and life -but I lost your lead
You left your love in my heart - longing for your touch and your taste
Oh darling my heart longing for you, I almost died just for you
I do not have money and I do not have a car-but I know I loved you
I do not understand why and I cannot see how, hoping to see you soon
I do not know how and I do not know why-when something is leaving
You cannot see it, I feel like laughing but I started to cry, hilarious
I do not appreciate or apprehend the pain partnering my past-predicaments
Oh darling my heart longing for you, I almost died just for you
I wish all we had, was but a dream, why should love hurt so much
I wish all people could not just fall in love, but I stay in love with much patience
I wish all vows made and promises uttered, were met to be, oh my love it hurts
I wish all the kisses and touch we had were just in psychic – just hallucinations
I wish all you say and do were in coheres-it hurts that your beauty is not in truth
Oh darling my heart longing for you, I almost died just for you
I left all my playboy games, because I believed in the truth of your love
I left all, for you left all for me, you stood rejection from your family for us
I lefts all my fears and tears at the mountain-where my help comes from
I left all your fears in faith that the Lord is keeping safe in his presence
It was a blessing to have you for a while in my arms-my life has turn around
Oh darling my heart longing for you, I almost died just for you
I put my word in the air for you – the truth is you are beautiful-beautiful
I write my word in the sky for you-the truth is you are a woman of virtue
I put my life on line for you-the truth is you are a great wife to be-proverb 31
I put my light in the dark for you-the truth is you are a diamond, very precious
Though you left, you taught me great lessons and left me a better man - exquisite
He who finds you, finds a wife and receives favor from the Lord, always love you
Oh darling my heart longing for you, I almost died just for you
BY ANTHONY NGABWE
(TONY THE POET@2014,12,)
May 31 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 52-56
Key Verses – Psalm 52:1 … Why boastest thou thyself in mischief, O mighty man? the goodness of God endureth continually.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY ENDURING GOODNESS
Lord God, You are my enduring Goodness,
pacing me along Your righteous settlement
Thank You for Your pacifying my carnal tongue by Your holiness-engagement
Packing me inside Your abundance of bountiful contentment…
Please make me a fruitful tree in Your blessings’ endowment.
Lord God, You are my enduring Goodness,
painting me with Your beautiful pardon midst corruption
Thank You for Your paralyzing my filthy attitude with Your healing sanction
Partnering with me by Your cleansing toward my sanctification…
Please restore me with the joy of Your salvation.
Lord God, You are my enduring Goodness,
perfecting me with Your transforming might
Thank You for Your performing in my fervent prayer and supplication’s plight
Permitting me to seek after You midst oppressing unbelief-caused fright…
Please help me stick to Your truth, desiring divine wisdom’s insight.
Lord God, You are my enduring Goodness,
picking me up from my sin-hiding
Thank You for Your piercing my deceitful heart with Your Word’s attending
Piloting me against doubts of skepticism-ascending…
Please keep me from wilderness’ wanderings by Your guarding.
Lord God, You are my enduring Goodness,
planting me in Your sweet counsel
Thank You for Your placing my grand future in Your dwelling’s eternal castle
Propping me with Your deliverance-triumph despite any hassle…
Please draw by Your sustaining assurance-epistle.
Lord God, You are my enduring Goodness,
powering me with Your mercy
Thank You for Your propelling my conviction with Your fighting urgency
Prodding me to trust You with faithful consistency…
Please enclose me in Your clemency.
Lord God, You are my enduring Goodness,
preserving me midst my iniquity
Thank You for Your prevailing over my stubbornness by Your sovereignty
Preventing me from doubting and being afraid of uncertainty…
Please deliver me from falling because of insecurity.
May 31, 2023
Buttered Fields
It was early when she was tickled awake
as light eased under the eaves
to trickle through a sigh of curtains,
to whisper across the bedroom floor,
to nudgingly nestle beside her…..and beam!
Outside the sun had buttered the fields,
mellowing, yellowing the crisp, morning dew.
The girl awoke wearing playful eyes and a zestful imagination
wishing for a form of storm that might offer up jinks and winks
but the morning was in the process of writing its own story.
Capital letters of trees stood tight and tall
beside commas of bushes, question marks of shrubbery,
sprinkled with colourful, exclamation marks of flowers
and, dotted here and there, insected full stops and apostrophes.
Yes, her day was already penned and punctuated.
Soon, she was washed, dressed and toothpasted
And, with a hip and a hop, she sprung outside her house.
All around the morning sang, “All things bright and beautiful!”
while Mother Nature had her skipping rope out
and was creating mischievous merrymaking.
The wind began huffing and puffing all before it
and after juggling a few dustbins it decided to show off,
performing three cartwheels and a backward double-flip
into a one-handed handstand, finishing with a vault without fault
to win the gold medal in the morning’s gymnastics competition.
The girl now watched, waited and wondered what was what?
So with trees staggering and the wind waggling
the morning now danced merrily in front of her,
and with a giggle of sunlight, an extra wiggle of wind,
she curtsied, partnering the morning in its frolicsome entertainment.
Suddenly and sharply the sun, like stage lighting,
flared through the clouds looking for something lost,
while the road’s yellow lines appeared to hold hands
as they strolled side by side into the distance;
the girl followed, excitement shivering her sleeve.
Ian Souter 9/2024
I have no rational faith
that I can remember,
much less with full-will to comprehend,
spiritual Beings as progenitors
of natural becomings
No faith in "God" as ProGenitor of DNA/RNA
naturally fractal
round orchestrations
evolving regenerate systems
for economically enlightened co-invested relationships,
or politically co-empowering compassion.
No faith in exhaling purgative decomposition,
reductive pathological Evil and Death analysis of
mindbody experience
without prior appositional, dipolar
healthy wealth of information,
fractal strings of (0) soul dialectical polymorphs
confluently optimizing neuro-sensory
win/win co-reception
and responsive experience of healthy regenerative
"EarthGod" is good
enlightened inhalation,
empowering absorption,
resilient ego/eco-consciousness
Peak Beloved Climaxing
Win/Win crowning
cooperative communication,
reiterating primal relationships of mutual-solidarity
positive/negative co-gravitational
re-connecting co-messianic intent.
I have rational bicameral faith
that we can each and all fully comprehend
ego/eco co-binary bodhisattva partnering consciousness
as EgoBody Yang
Positive-Left Thought = NotNotNegative-Right Feeling
EcoMind Yintegrity
restorative binomial equity.
Here, in this polymorphic timespace
metasystemic mindbody sacred place,
we may rediscover treasured wealth without walls
of cytosine-biocentric QByte/8-bit reverse hierarchical
+/(-,-) 0-binary, double-bound temporal/spatial
bipartisan dipolar apposition
normative liberating/conservational
passion/pleasure fractals
reforming eco-political historic knotting
herstoric knitting
resonant octave empowering sound frequencies
of Earth's green/blue/white/grey network crown
enlight/darkening seasonal neuro-systemic harmonics.
DNA health wisdom
leading toward our dual
EarthTribe her/history,
divinely humane
compassionate destiny.
I struggled holding onto my tears,
My feelings kept pushing my hands,
Towards the sheet of emotions,
My pen kept bleeding the deeds of Africa.
Now pending down the deeds of Sierra Leone,
In tears, I struggled with my pen,
Capturing the source of these emotions,
I wrote with my face standing against my feelings.
Somewhere in Africa,
The lands were sprayed with gun's fire.
Hopelessly, they ran in confusion.
Starvation greeted them without mercy.
Their blood the peace of the land,
Rolling like an ocean.
The land bursted in pains and sorrows,
Giving birth to child soldiers.
Dark and slippery was her path.
Fearfully sucking out lives,
For the endless love for diamonds.
Enslaving the future of the land.
Out of the lake of blood,
They gather diamonds.
Lives flew out bodies like birds from the trees.
Babies sucking lives than vampire.
Out of the heart of Sierra Leone,
Mounted blood and pressure.
Spraying the street from it head to toes.
The act of intelligence, was the only way out.
The whites shadowed their condition,
Partnering with their diamonds heart.
The issue of confict diamonds,
Grew taller than the tower of London.
Child soldiers painting the land,
With blood and tears.
Pulling down the love of Africa.
The moon and the sun became enemies.
Death grew fear like monsters,
Spreading it aroma to the innocent.
In the shadow of death,
They were lost.
How painful it is?
Flashing their own blood,
For the love of diamonds,
Losing your blood to death.
"Go tell my parents,
They will see me no more,
I'm gone"
Was their daily song.
Cow ate cow's ,
Involving all attractors.
The cloud is dark,
Tears pulling down like rain.
On to the breeze that carry news,
I concluded the source,
Of the pains and sorrows in conflict diamonds,
That death is equivalent to blood Diamond.
It's one of those moments,
the guy in you grabs the micro
starts talking on and on;
mine is often sarcastic,
from high school to career,
spinning around the questions starting with why,
no escape from responding.
It's like life itself, which is always to blame;
and which you can not do away with.
In that moment you go through a mental trance.
Next, a piece of music wakes you from your journey.
It does not matter who it is,
be it Ravel, Brahms or,Rachmaninoff;
But, mostly it's Pachelbel knocking at my door.
in that moment, lightnings thud in my world,
just as my internal lights are dead blind.
The dried, barren soil kisses the wild stream
through cracked lips,
A mom presses her toddler into her chest,
that moment, life leaps into joy
stripped of mournful sorrow.
It feels like seeing the smile on the kid's face
who made her first step;
it feels like being picked up by
the Baroque tune in "Canon In D".
To some others,
it feels like waking up to Miles Davis.
People keep pouring through the streets,
no matter what happened last night;
it's like life itself,which is always to blame
and which you can not do away with.
Next, my eyes get blurry
they see the loved one behind
the foggy hills of my mind.
it feels like covering her naked body with blanket,
shielding off the morning breeze
slipping through our ajar window
as bed sheets smells of our sweat of bliss.
That moment, it feels like sensing life
running through your veins.
So, you show interest in these verses
partnering with me in that moment
don't be intimidated with sharing it
It feels like being a single body, united
with all of our good deeds and sins.
Afar, The Sun sends her last rays
down the snow capped mountains of my heart
that moment, my ears are cozily stuck with
the arias of Andrea Bocelli, warm and gripping
it feels like my dad's still alive and smiling
Partnering with hotels all across the planet.
Cendyn helps so trip organizers can plan it.
Managing data and guest information.
So travelers can plan their best vacation.
Aiding resorts in dozens of nations.
Boosting their online reputations.
Creating great proposals for best perception.
Getting visitors in the hotel guest reception.
Managing displays online of the menus.
From cell phones visitors can peruse.
Guests can easily see what dining to choose.
Relying only on costly paper displays will amuse.
Merging with competition to boost the hotel industry.
Fighting for deals will be a thing of NextGuest history.
Working with resellers like Amadeus.
Delivering the services on behalf of us.
We hear the struggles from COVID closures.
Of hotel employees facing varied exposures.
Our contacts have been wearing many hats.
As we’ve learned from our checkup chats.
We are here to help them weather the storm.
Adjusting our postures and changing our form.
Making changes together to adapt and stay strong.
Collaborating to make the relationships last long.
We are not completely out of the weeds.
But we’ve been cultivating dynamic seeds.
We’ve taken a hit and weathered the pain.
Empathizing the hotel challenges to maintain.
Using the tools to outsmart a global recession.
Helping resort staff handle their role succession.
Reaching customers to get dynamic outcomes.
By collaborating to reel in some profitable sums.
Last year we cried poverty but now we cry for joy.
Helping staff play with the tools as if it’s just a toy.
Innovating for the future and adapting to the fight.
Only success for Cendyn and clients is what’s in sight.
Can you hear a stardust song woven within the wind?
~ by poet
Stars awaken from daily slumber within the Milky Way
to shine in the enormous expanse of Jet blackened skies.
Each cosmic constellation radiates from heaven's height,
knowingly winking at each other creating specks of stardust.
Descending like snowflakes; or as tiny dew drops, they fall
as if they were tears being shed for their reverential task.
They've been chosen to accompany elder deciduous leaves
upon their journey's end, a privilege stardust takes seriously.
Some of the scattered particles are from long perished stars
who've been patiently waiting their turn for nature to call.
When it arrives, they bid fond farewell to their celestial home.
Earthbound they float, gathered in glittering showers.
Glimmering as if gilded in the golden glow of moonlight.
Stardust falls on mature leaves in the midst of chilled nights.
In forests and Copses, they land on limbs of maples and elms,
partnering with leaves whose time has come for a final swirl.
They waltz as the wind hums the melody of their swan song.
Softly they flutter to the ground, tenderly settling down...
Clinging to the wrinkled veins of crimson sugar maple leaves,
and soothing the tattered russet foliage of time weathered elms.
Above, an Amythyst moon smiles on their compassionate dance
as Autumn leaves and stardust, lie shrouded in each other's arms.
Woefully, narrating their story has me lamenting the loss of both.
Trees sprout nondual co-arising branch networks,
one system rising to greet sun’s light
also creating healthy atmospheres for Earth’s enlightened Tribes,
the other branch-system downward rooting
into Earth’s rich compost
feeding on gifts of co-redeemers past,
creating healthy Earth skin,
Earth soil-soul economic nutritional trans-actors
of vast ecopolitical harmonizing enterprise.
So too,
human nature’s bicameral-neural nondual mindbody network systems,
lungs partnering with Elder Trees
sharing climate control autonomic feelings
sounds and voices
smelling choices
deepening RNA surfing
spiraling syntax
brained body roots
absorbing Earth’s richly regenerative compost
his/herstory from which we each emerge,
YangEgo Left-dominant
language syntax
with YinEco Right Earth-prominent
DNA fractal-felt networks,
dialectic peer-to-peer communication design
and communion development
of re-ligioning health and beauty intentions,
RNA/DNA solidarity
co-revolutionary strong rooted Elders
supporting Earth’s vast panentheistic pilgrimage.
Trees wax and wane through longer terms
of aesthetic evolving purpose,
transgenerationally co-invested
in Earth’s future fertile health.
We might become re-connected
bicameral branch/root trees
wise to learn from Elders’ re-ligioned experience.
We share an ecological healthy heart
because we are each one
(0)-embryonic center
of EarthLove’s re-valuing
bipartisan
bi-hemispheric
binomial co-arising
bilaterally intelligent
AnthroBranch/EarthRoot
sacred systemic potential.
I write to you brother,
When other’s didn’t bother.
You are my brother, a son, a father
A man.
I address you brother,
You are born of a mother
Like everyone else,
All man.
I dare you brother,
What is your pleasure, in penetrating 3 months old?
What is your pleasure in forcing yourself on a 95-year-old?
What is your joy in the tears of a baby who understands nothing?
But a mere Angel dumped in hell. Why don’t you listen to the silence?
Of a grandmother swallowing her pain hoping you will spare her life.
Your wickedness is beyond the measure!
Tell me brother, are you born of a woman?
Can’t you appreciate the love, a mother gives
Today you make her believe she was wrong,
Wrong to believe that you could be a good son.
Wrong to ever think that you would be a good father
Wrong to believe that you would protect her.
Tell me brother, are you born of a woman,
Tell me brother, why today victimizing her being.
I taunt you brother, NOT in my name.
Not in my name that a woman shy cry,
Not in my name that a woman shall be a prey.
Not in my presence that a woman shall be less,
Not in my name.
Not in my name.
I Choose to break the deafening silence
Of our man in form, partnering with the loose laws
That do not spell SENTENCE,
That do not talk HARSH,
That do not LISTEN,
To the cries of babies, girls, grandmothers :woman
Failing them the protection, dignity, and rights they deserve.
Authorities lipstick talking and observe.
Tell me brother, where is your conscience?