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ONE SHOULD NOT MAKE PLANS FOR TOMORROW, LIFE IS UNPREDICTABLE, THE UNEXPECTED CAN HAPPEN IN A SPLIT SECOND. “QUOTE BY POET”
I woke up to a brilliant sunny spring day,
The flowers blooming, the birds were chirping,
The tree leaves dancing to a gentle wind blowing,
Rustling their young leaves, our chime tinkling.
The jacaranda trees which looked so dashing
Giving us a glorious show, their flowers tumbling
To the ground beneath, resembling purple carpeting.
Our annual optician’s appointment was today,
So off to mall we go, reluctant to leave our patio.
We were right on time, and the optician saw me first,
All good he said after my consultation, go have fun
And choose your specs.
Whilst choosing my funky frames, a petrifying noise
Surrounded the mall, the six of us froze.
So scary ,surreal, horrendous and mind boggling,
Loud shots, automatic gun fire, people shouting,
Shots fired from where no one knew, people screaming,
We huddled under the counter, shots still ringing,
The brave receptionist ran to shut the glass door and locked it
Then ran back to join us under the counter.
Normality returned all too soon, as an elderly man who
Seemed shell shocked and disorientated, stumbled in as the
Receptionist cautiously re-opened the door. He told us the
Robbers were professionals, and were in and out in 5 minutes,
Well-rehearsed he added, and the almighty thunderous
Bangs we heard, were from hearsay, that the robbers
Shot and broke the glass display cabinets, taking
All and every piece of jewellery with them. A getaway car, revving,
In the open parking on the third floor all ready and waiting.
The jewellery shop was just above us. The ear shattering
Sounds were thus inevitable.
My thoughts however went to those terrified people shopping,
In the corridors of the mall,
Who had no shelter at all.
What happened to that wonderful sunny spring morning that I woke up to, flowers blooming, tree leaves gently swaying in the breeze and majestic jacaranda trees carpeting the ground with their purple flowers.
We are mere mortals who live on a very turbulent and troubled planet, a planet called earth.
Miraculously, no one was injured, to my knowledge.
THIS IS A TRUE STORY - IT HAPPENED TO US ON THE 30TH SEPTEMBER
BEHOLD the spine-tingling manifestation,
the GHOST TREE stands,
bathed in an eerie blue-grey hue,
a chilling stance.
It looms amidst the dense and opaque fog,
which muffles all sound and obscures all sight.
Its gnarled and twisted trunk,
devoid of leaves,
is ravaged by time,
etched with deep, screaming cracks.
Its macabre facade,
an arboreal mask,
frozen in a silent,
petrifying shriek.
The distant landscape shrouded in mystery,
a blur of shapes and shadows,
veiled in mist's cloak.
It beckons the curious, the brave, the bold,
to venture closer,
to uncover its tales untold.
Perhaps, it was once a mighty king,
a towering monarch,
a revered being.
But now, it stands alone,
a mere shadow of itself,
a ghost of the past,
a haunting apparition.
Or maybe, it's a portal to another realm,
a gateway to a world beyond our own.
One step closer, and the fog may clear,
revealing the secrets it's been holding dear.
But dare you approach,
beware the curse,
for the ghost tree's wrath may be worse.
It may ensnare you in its twisted ghastly clasp,
and bind you to this chilling dwelling
for all eternity.
Different realities, life embeds
Every day, valleys and plains, we walk
Also, mountains, hills and rocks, we climb
Fights we win and battles defeat us
Such is the life of a human being
Night comes to fling us into the bed
Nightmares, we affront to govern our ambitions
Hurdles we confront in dreams; wasps sting our faces
Our faces and aisles inundated with sweat
To end up tasting honey and milk
To a human being, such are his dreams
The sun’s beam has defeated the long night
Horrible had been the darkness
Hard it was to find the path in the dimness
The night is calm but hugely petrifying
For surrounded by obscurity, we cannot see.
Disgusting, nights are often
No darkness resists the mighty sunlight
Mountains shrink; to then see green valleys
Audacity and resilience restore our ambitions
Through hurdles, we often go but to new life, we come
Daniel, Jesus, Job, Jonas, Paul and Sarah of the Bible, inspire us
We can now chant the melody of triumph
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
Terrified moments are frozen in time
another Black Friday inks history
as fear gripped innocence wrenching
it ripped it from their astonished eyes
Then lights turned off on a Tower
normally filled with life and love,
Mothers wailed as Fathers filled
with anger petrifying their hearts
Now knowing a magnitude of loss, grief,
The Country of Love weeps for what was,
steadfast, noble yet still abrim with hope
candles and flowers stop missiles of hate
So vast is this outpouring of love
the whole planet shines in tribute,
with ribbons of blue white and red
streaming unto the heavens above
we have cried with you, and for you
we've said prayers of protection,
I Daydream of peaceful saner days
when humanity can be in solidarity.
Showing humanity at its very worst
and at its utmost horrifying,
this act of barbaric monsters
has stoked the fires of Justice
Erase them from the pages of our age
it should be as if they never were,
like the Nazi's they should be hunted
the Federation of fellow man shall rise.
Love will always conquer hate filled minds
tomorrow faces a thousand ways to evil,
let compassion and common decency
win the day, lets again know a gentler time
In the long grass, fear is only a concept
and humankind no longer knows only greed,
In these days to Love your neighbour
will just be, I'm just a dreamer maybe
The City of Light is illuminating the world
with Grace and Fortitude their shield,
and by their side the sword of the justice
is rising ready to strike so they can RIP.
Laid out for surgery, a patient prude
Swaps self guided for guile - Medusa’s will
Noisy neurons mute, poor Nerida nude
Serpent puncture spreads in her, poison pill
Twirls twilight silent, sticky dark danger
Cotton candy cloud, clement synapses
Petrifying practitioner changed her
Nerida’s urge for control collapses
Fang flung, spiralled far from mediocre
Transfixed in toxin, menacing method
Venom swoll jugular veins squeeze choke her
Doctor’s dose meticulously measured
Tangled snake strands, table statue taboos
Dagger dipped in blood leaves only a bruise
Numbing Needle
Ninth of January
Spartan Riches
by Odin Roark
Creation asks not for center stage
How plentiful these quiet treasures
Demanding not a price
Void of glitter
Gaff
And loud acclaim drowning
Senses
Reason
Imagination pursues instead
Honesty’s nod
The up and down gesture
Everyday patrons volunteer
On discovering virtuosity’s subtle essence
Just as a flower needs but sunshine and moisture
So too the Van Goghs of everyday living
Patiently await man’s simple willingness
To emote with the light of a smile
Perhaps even tears
Knowing as in nature
Creative efforts spawn
Reciprocal wavelengths of appreciation
Finding respite wherever
An honest heart and mind’s tuning fork awaits
Often
Creation senses not the obvious
Artistry’s honorific slips
Obliging a personage quest
Unaware resultant luminary trappings
Often engender insecurities
Petrifying life’s inner sanctum
That place where inception seeds the unknown
Bestows lasting memories
Where both a mother’s caress
And the brush strokes of oiled color
Add to the canvas of expectancy’s
Freely shared gifts and rewards
Too late at times
Inspiration succumbs to notoriety’s demands
Obliging a servitude to fame
Risking enslavement
Either to gilded prisons
Or the bridled razor wire of power
Needing to gallop down a home stretch
Willingly adding to the blood-laden turf
Determined the day’s finish line
Will provide yet another carrot
To satiate the bestial appetite for superiority
Fortunately
A meaningful number
Manage to avoid a system’s pandering
Obviating trophydom’s trap
Existing solely as creation’s flow
Appeasing those whose hearts and minds
Seek but revelation of impact
A seeding of possible enlightenment
Respecting the virtue of namelessness
So goes the Spartan riches
Accumulating with anonymous authenticity
Giving it’s own reciprocal nod
Back to that which inspires creativity
All without demands
Without price
Like a rose lacking its pedals,
My tranquility disregards its fascinating smells
Like a tree shaking off dashes of its mangled leaves
The switch of seasons interweaves...
You infuriate me with petrifying peace
You unlocked the gate... unsealing healing doom
Miniscule doom rummages through the town,
Wreckage brings peace, making us whole,
Stumbling down by our enrapturing gown
Polishing the mayhem, what a fine world...
You ate away at my purifying peace
You unfasten my fate... concealing chilling doom
Like a guitar tattered and out of tune,
The havoc that I observe is merely a mouldering misfortune
Like a drum busted open during the afternoon,
The peace that I yearn for has expired again...
You hesitate to gather refreshing peace
You unwind my misery state... unraveling incorruptible doom
Darkness settles around the heart
Of one whose light trembles on the air
As the sadness pours over the soul
Who knows a loved one has gone away
The struggle, the grief, is like a soft rain
Never letting up, just wet enough
To dampen the thoughts, the mind
All the wondering of a weeping, mourning
That never stops – it haunts and mocks
Every tear that falls, every lonely ache
Besieged by the faded call of such pain
Dread empties its sorrow into the heart
Who knows that gushing shade of black
Never remembers it is meant to find rest
Amid the hope that comes from the light
Feelings of inspiration found on the inside
Of a soul who sees that love is still alive
Dancing to the tune of memories assured
By their beauty and breath of tenderness
Drifting on the wing kissed air of silent winds
Shimmering in the sky, listening to the One
Who remembers us – our hurt – our worry
The reflections of darkness coloring us in hues
Of madness – crazy colors of the tempest
Who hisses fear through the ebony night
Petrifying dread that grows a freezing alarm
Over our hearts and souls, through our love
Which comes alive with the assurance that He
Will bind up our wounds, heal our grief
And save us from the devil who is greedy
For our pain, our anguish, our misery
The darkness that shudders with the horror
Of knowing that hatred will fight us
Try to destroy all the love, hope and faith
That live inside us to guide us and provide us
With a grace which sustains, a grace that awaits
When we simply say “I’m sorry” and let God
Work out the details of our lives, our love
The way we give and live, the way we will
Become the children that He can fill with His Spirit
He is the answer to every dark and dismal moment
He never stills the joy and He never subdues the love
He arranges for us to know Him the way we know hope
He lets us know we’re His by the way we sense Him with us
He is the Savior of the world and He is our personal Savior!
He is the miracle of all miracles, the wonder of wonders…
The light in my heart – the sparkle in my eyes
The dream that never fades – the kindness that delights
He is my entire life!
What did you do to me?
I am not who I used to be.
I'm painting my nails, doing my hair,
In my walk there is a flair.
Is this fair or unfair?
What did you do to me?
Your one gaze is glory.
My heart wants freedom, it's jumping from the cage,
It's maroon now, before it was just a boring beige,
Oh, what did you do to me?
I am not who I used to be.
I am happy and I am crying,
Sometimes, I'm flying and dying,
Mostly crying myself I found
When you're not around.
Am I in love?
Is love something you wove?
O sweetness, what did you do to me?
O goodness, set me free!
The day that you saw me for the first time,
Your face sparked up, only you heard a chime.
I'll never forget your mouth agape,
Your eyes wrapped around me like a drape.
I wanted to see myself through your eyes
And see what secrets your eyes disguised.
I have been thinking and thinking and thinking again
About the soothing pain, then I realised it wasn't the rain
As the tears I felt on my fingertips when I touched my face,
Maybe because I wanted you to embrace.
The night is petrifying and daylight exposes me,
Coffee won't wake me up let alone the tea,
I'm too deep thinking about you,
Devotion, my lungs feel blue.
I haven't tasted a word since
I caught your glimpse,
I haven't even touched a pen, let alone a notebook,
Love is heavy, I'll turn into Ophelia dying in a brook.
Now I want to taste the nectar of your lips,
God knows how many beats my heart skips,
I want to hold your hand and never let go,
Your arms around me, a heaven, please know.
O sweetness, O sweetness,
What did you do to me!
I heard a dreadful, prophetical terrifying
the terrorist tapping
the portentous plane petrifying
'It's that haunting,' I muttered
Evil says “DEATH TO THE CHRISTIANS”
Lucifer/Satan says “DEATH TO THE CHRISTIANS”
Only the those bad Muslims say “DEATH TO THE CHRISTIANS”
Explode, implode the surroundings
I am down with their destruction
Death shall bring elegiac
And so I screamed, 'Is that a unfortunate?'
Much I marveled the crucial phantom
Evil says “DEATH TO THE CHRISTIANS”are faithful
Lucifer/Satan says “DEATH TO THE CHRISTIANS”are faithful
Only the those bad Muslims say “DEATH TO THE CHRISTIANS”are faithful
I awoke and flung the tragic
Suddenly, I heard some wrenching
It was pelagic
the phony, 'Mind the black magic!
I have dreamed of the specters
Evil says “DEATH TO THE CHRISTIANS”are faithful
Lucifer/Satan says “DEATH TO THE CHRISTIANS”are faithful
Only the those bad Muslims say “DEATH TO THE CHRISTIANS”are faithful
Much I marveled the abortive epic
I remember I was grieving
Much I marveled this regretful rogue
Demon Angels, Death and Life Eternal are faithful
Evil says “DEATH TO THE CHRISTIANS”
Lucifer/Satan says “DEATH TO THE CHRISTIANS”
Only the those bad Muslim say “DEATH TO THE CHRISTIANS”
For you see there are many more than just these whom are..
are faithful
What about you, (what about I ) are you in your life are you faithful in Christ
5/2/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019 ©