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By Vicki Acquah on Thursday, April 18, 2013
Prince Kennedy & Oladeji Vicki Acquah
Disappeared
We- are gone
diluted into oblivion
we have nothing left but our footprints
The handwriting is no longer on the wall
The noses are broken off
we are no longer us
Obscurely written out of
life's script, no future roles to play.
The primitive man and all modern
day caveman - and sand men have
forgotten the people of the soil-and
the trees and the water and the mountains
women behaving _nonchalantly___
as they watch -us being erased;
Written out of history.
What is left of us
we who write poetry
that does not impress wealth,
they eat, we die -- they drink
we go thirsty, they make
merry with their Dirty sex;
While we imitate our exterminators.
we disappear with
broken noses and borrowed hair
We are no more.
Our costumes died
then our children
with no past and no future
we are no more~~~~
Now that we are being
created by our scribes;
penned down ages before we could
realize that our solemn but
equivocal art, superimposed
with fervent sentences bore
more intonations & meanings
than maidenly sought;
We lie within our meditative silences.
Reminiscing the helter,skelter and
dither, through which our stories
were told in words.
While the strokes by our quills
fade & shiver to sheer posterity
but eventful mileages;
We beseech this forthcoming generation
To voice out in unison the
unfinished phrases, but clauses
yet again.We are now no more.
Although there were a few scattered
prospects yet to be achieved;
we lie abed not asunder,
With no regret or fear or whatsoever
We are no more.
Only in fiction shall we meet
To play our parts with unsung aptitude.
As our styles are pursued;
Until then, we are no more.
As life still beckons on
with trajectories being preached
but sold,We pray you, this age
that celerity & glee fuel your
palms but gumption's with
deepened emotions & thinking caps.
As the die is cast,
Till the results are known;
We are now no more!
United States Constitution states in the preamble, us and our posterity, meaning it was for an exclusive people, intentional, and for a certain group.
Constitution has a preamble, stating us and our posterity, making me think they had intent for a group, this is why they made the 14 amendment to include others under the constitution.
Constitution is our country's law, it states laws that make us understand our laws and intentions better.
Constitution of the United States is something we should all study, it helps us learn and grow into a better nation.
Constitution is a document that has a lot of information, it can take years and years to grasp some of the information.
Constitution can also cause some to be unhappy and want their own Constitution and their own area like the Indians have in America, this is maybe because they want to have intentional ways, and laws that help continue on culture and ways for all of their future generations.
Constitution is a document that is used to let the people know what is the law, it is for a group, that wants to live under its laws. Mostly, it is created with a group that has all the same belief and wants to continue on into the future with certain ways of life, they want their future generations to have a path to grow and learn from the past.
U.S. Constitution is a document that is part God, because it talks about God, God is stated about 11 times in the first Constitution of America, letting us know that we were a God-established nation.
Constitution is important, we should all be so happy that we can grow and learn so much from the history of our nation.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
If slavery was a choice, as some have agreed, then what are we?
If watching your father and mother endure rape or murder was a choice,
Then why do we sit on idle hands, while Trump eradicates our posterity’s opportunities,
As if they were written in sand?
If not being able to read was a choice,
Then why do you go to the PlayStation in a rush
while your library card collects dust?
Even a Ward educates themselves,
Even the eunuch Greyjoy developed the courage to stand against evil.
In the midst of upheaval, one mustn’t look through a straw while planning the future.
The sagacious knows fighting must be eschewed when only death is in thy terms.
Allah heard their suffering, but sometimes the way out is through.
They didn’t endure out of docility or obsequiousness,
But out of discernment and sagacity.
The desolate doesn’t become prosperous by exclaiming tumultuous absurdities,
But by embodying opulent minds.
Go back to the mother, which is the way, and endure the storm,
While being metamorphic in form.
You see, my Kings and Queens,
The only choice they made was to give their posterity a fighting chance,
To gather strength while the usurpers wane and start to underestimate.
We must pick up the quill and write our own fates,
No more brooding or carping about what Donny Thrump is doing.
One man’s decisions determine another man’s life,
As much as a drought challenges the land.
Yet, life, like the Way, will always find a path to flourish,
Forevermore permeating even the harshest conditions.
We must stop talking about what great leaders and men should be,
And become Great Men and Assiduous Leaders.
We were the first great civilization and shall act as such.
Lead with grace,
Strike with prudence,
Read great books that enrich the mind,
Treat each other with unyielding reverence,
Because we each carry a piece of the divine.
I am that I am, and I am my brother's keeper.
PRESERVED FOR POSTERITY
awesome sensations
compliant
rapid
prodigious
astonishing
a visceral
drifting into irrelevance
a cluster
of strange nostalgia
into memorys lane
a fragility
of existence
fusing emotion
a meditation
on mortal
summoning subtlety
with a distracting
aura
such allusions
of grandiosity
manipilated
recalled
by
experience
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
September 22 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Amos 1-5
Key Verse – Amos 4:2 The Lord GOD hath sworn by his holiness, that, lo, the days shall come upon you, that he will take you away with hooks, and your posterity with fishhooks.
HEART THAT CLINGS TO THE LORD GOD BY HIS HOLINESS
Our heart clings to the Lord God by His holiness and mercy
While He reaches to us who are sinful along carnal tendency
In our transgressions of iniquity’s potency…
He forgives our confessed errors with His righteous love’s persistency.
Our heart clings to the Lord God by His holiness and graciousness
While He deals kindly with us who are proud along vain haughtiness
In our arrogance with boastful self-righteousness…
He humbles our stubbornness.
Our heart clings to the Lord God by His holiness and care
While He rebukes us who are unconcerned along apathetic stare
In our hypocrisy amidst deceitful dare…
He checks our spiritual welfare.
Our heart clings to the Lord God by His holiness and deliverance
While He disciplines us who are unfaithful along unbelief’s endurance
In our doubtfulness due to ignorance…
He upholds our commitment for devoted perseverance.
Our heart clings to the Lord God by His holiness and might
While He corrects us who are disobedient along commandments we fight
In our defiance to standards’ height …
He maneuvers our will for prayer-delight.
Our heart clings to the Lord God by His holiness and wisdom
While He enables us who are wavering along advancement of heavenly kingdom
In our foolishness in turning from truthful freedom…
He settles our mind from useless boredom.
Our heart clings to the Lord God by His holiness and presence
While He encourages us who are struggling along victory’s essence
In our weariness due to temptation of carnality with worldly license...
He leads our steps toward His prayer-altar’s iridescence.
September 22, 2026
Joseph was one of Jacob’s twelve sons,
and to the land of Egypt was brought.
Sold by his brothers into slavery
but ruled there in Pharaoh’s court
And his brothers went down to Egypt
to buy corn in the famine lest they die,
but Joseph was governor of the land
and they bowed their faces to buy
Joseph knew his brothers, not they him,
and said unto them “I fear ye are spies
come to see the nakedness of this land”
but said they “nay, to buy supplies”
“We have from the land of Canaan come,
my lord, we are all the sons of one man”.
And Joseph said “if ye be true men
fetch me your youngest in Canaan”
“Go ye and carry corn for your houses
but first bring your brother unto me.
So shall your words be verified
and ye shall not all die guilty”
And they laded their asses with corn
but their hearts did fail them for fear,
and journeyed back to their father
who grieved at the news they bear
But the famine was sore in all the land
and they returned the land of Pharaoh.
Taking the best fruits and balm,
and honey and myrrh to go
Then once again stood before Joseph
who said “peace be with you…fear not!”
And asked “your father, is he yet alive?”,
they answered he is well with his lot
And Joseph yearned within and wept,
and with them drank and made merry,
and did eat with them at his house
lest on their return they grow weary
But Joseph could no longer refrain
saying “I’m your brother whom ye sold!
Be not afraid for it was God’s will
for a posterity on the earth foretold”
“Go and tell my father God has made me
ruler over all the land in Egypt’s care!”.
And Jacob and his twelve sons
dwelt in the land of Goshen there
Written: September 2010
On the occasion of Shakespeare's birth
Three words from the Bard illuminate more brightly than the sun
And standing in his shadow one is most likely there to fade
As a flickering candle placed beside the light of that bright one
And measuring one's own image thus will leave most all unmade
One wonders whence the ink was drawn that this Alchemist turned to gold
The moment that his sharpened quill touched down upon the page
As genius in sequential thought upon the parchment there unscrolled
Which lapped upon the shore of love where seas of passion rage
And yet the spark still licks the wick encompassed now in tallow
Not giving thought to where it might land one in history
Unlit 'twould render darkness cursed and all to wade there shallow
Should all stand cowed and trembling bowed without posterity
Surely mortals mere as me serve but to burnish what surrounds
The gilded steps up to the treasure, measuring there what still astounds
The fruits hang low, a tantalizing tease –
sweet dreams that grow on blossom’s tender vines,
and flirt a tempting envy in the breeze
to drip its suckled breast with precious wines.
She sweeps with careful pleasure through the leaves
to harvest what was tender for the day;
a labor loved beneath the arbor eaves
as sunlight sprinkles hope within their sway.
It is inside this envy that I learn
the secrets that a patient mind should grasp;
the obvious is not what you should yearn,
but truths that lie unseen within the task.
So often what desire cannot reach
Is left for lost posterity to teach.
When existential angst and doubt meet faith,
the saved hold on and cleave unto their God
through prayer; like Job's wife, apostates oft' saith
“Curse God and die!” when lightning strikes the rod:
consumed by the bolt's power, it loses
hope in the celestial Creator (leaven
of doubt leavens the saints; even Moses,
the Nile-cruising infant sent as from heaven
by Lights, could not invoke ten commandments
from the Mount to erase Israel's trespass
of lacking faith.). The old and new testaments
of antique, ancient time (when giv'n en masse)
reveal and offer for posterity
faith's assured reward and reality!
Suddenly dropped down into a world,
strange and diverse, I opened my eyes,
to watch with wonder, the mysterious panorama,
stretching around me like an unfurling scroll of vellum.
I saw the earth beneath me like a couch,
the canopy of the sky like an umbrella above my head.
The towering mountains touching the sky,
The roaring oceans with their never-ending fracas.
The sun ascending from the East,
like a glorious victor
Trees standing in guard as sentinels
bearing fruits and bending down under their weight.
Flowers blooming and perfuming the air
with their sweet fragrance.
Forests with trees standing shoulder to shoulder entwined
where leaves whisper and insects chant their hums,
Beasts roaming free- the lion, cheetah, giraffe and monkeys
with their unique contours and unequal magnificence
Deserts with sand dunes and lush green oases,
carving the warp and weft of a sandy stretch.
Flora and fauna, weaving the web of life.
I found myself surrounded by a flux of current
and life sweeping forward in infinite variety.
In this sprawling physical territory,
in this wondrous gift given as free,
what’s my designated role?
An onlooker or a responsible participant?
The earth is not my possession.
Like thousands, I am a sojourner here.
I will have to leave it for posterity.
So, I will safeguard it with no deep scar.
I will protect what my forefathers built or grew.
I will plant trees and leave the world greener.
I see the earth and its surroundings-
a beautifully scripted page in a timeless tome,
for those coming after me to read and enjoy.
My faint voice will forever hum
the glories of God who created,
this wondrous physical world with all its charm.