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Yahweh Gave-Bwana Alitoa—pt 1
Yahweh give
A hun da, Yahweh praise;
Giving Father all the praise
A hun da, Yahweh gives;
God gives me any and everything, I ask and pray for
Yahweh gives
Only if in Him we worship and adore Him, giving in effort present praise;
Yahweh gives
He gave me life,
He gives us life;
Alleluia
Flowers in the spring He gives;
Summer and autumns and feeds us with His love
Alleluia, Yahweh gives, Yahweh gave
Gave me chances to do what’s right;
Led my heart and eyes into the light;
Hold on tight to the promises delight;
Alleluia
Flowers in spring He does give;
Eternal life if we do His bidding, Yahweh, Yahweh gives..
My God gives me everything in sight;
No need for lanterns in heaven, He’s the eternal light;
Keeps the sparrows in flight;
God gives me any and everything, I ask…
Flowers in the spring He gives;
Summer and autumns and feeds us with His love
Alleluia, Yahweh gives, Yahweh gave
Gave me chances to do what’s right;
Led my heart and eyes into the light;
Hold on tight to the promises delight;
Alleluia, Yahweh gives, gave, gives, Yahweh love, Yahweh gave/gives love, Yahweh gave
11/17/10
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. & arranged music by Jonathan Kabore©2010
For Kabore Praise Music
From Anthology “Johnthan Kabore, Kabore Praise”
Friendly Irish man
Walk in the cemetery
Contemplation on past
And the present, and walk
Nice and non-awe-inspiring time
Just walk and walk. Only walk
Thinking, photography, silence
Peaceful local life in this old time
Presented the ancient time; felt life
Oh, my love
This time
Walk in
Super life
Just walk
Alone
Silence
‘Hi! Do you know where is this place?’
– Asked a man. A middle age gentleman.
He showed me a map of the cemetery.
I helped him. He got the information.
He needed to find George M. in this cemetery.
This man came from Stanmore. I love that place too.
I love Stanmore. Stanmore Country Park. Life.
I said it to him. I saw his smile—a soul of life.
– his life’s smile
We talked a lot
More than ten minutes
He is a friend
An
Irish
Man
A gentleman from Stanmore, a real intellect
From one of my favorite destinations, a life
In London, an amazing and beautiful place
Stanmore National Country Park, so ancient
Time's Weavings, As I Brood Upon Them
Shut inside windows open W I D E
I age 1,000 years
To your one.
The Past turns in tight circles upon the Present,
Inscribing itself in memories
Lending textures to the future,
Pains and pleasures,
Loves and losses,
Bitter, sweet,
All fall together to become tomorrow,
To break apart and cycle on again.
Outdoors, beyond a window full of November's clouds
A child runs gaily past,
While up the street, with ancient, measured tread,
A crone approaches;
Youth and age will meet and cycle 'round again.
I turn grey thoughts within my mind,
Composing poems as Significant Others
Drift in and out of the rooms of my life,
Now babe, Now child, Now youth, Now adult
Now gone.
Friends and lovers weave the warp together,
Light and shadow chase one another through the rooms,
Whispering secrets of change.
The apostle Paul makes this appeal
to all who were Christians at this time
they were to present themselves sacrificially
living holy lives pleasing to the divine
This was to be their spiritual worship
just as God had ordered them to be
for God looks for purity in His worship
only in His mercy can we be set free
God's message is at this time
is to this world be not conformed
have no idols but only God alone
make your mind to be transformed
Learn well in discerning God's will
so be instructed to know by His test
then what's good, acceptable, and perfect
making this a continuous quest
In summary, bring yourself to God
be truly a living sacrifice for your Lord
this is God's requirement for His own
so be living for God lifting your sword
(" I appeal to you therefore, brothers, by the mercies of God, to present your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and acceptable to God, which is your spiritual worship. Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect.")
Romand 12: 1-2 (ESV)
While attending a social do
You meet and greet others
It’s more a social norm
Than any ‘real’ connect
As you attend to calls
Or get yourself updated with ‘Updates’
Or simply fiddle with your phone
And mind you
You are not alone
Almost everyone is doing the same
Some listless bites of conversation
While chomping on the fare
And it’s time to take leave
But ironically
The same social do
Which you had so perfunctorily attended
Finds the pride of place
On social sites
And horror of horrors
You too find yourself
Engaged in mindless chatter
With the very same crowd
You didn’t much involve yourself with
Just a couple of hours before
In that crowded venue
The story is the same
Whether you are with friends, family or neighbours
The present moments are sacrificed
With ‘smart’ phones smartly severing you
From your surroundings
Ironically when face to face
No one has much to say
But there’s frenzied socialization
Every day
In the ‘virtual’ world
Leading to tch, tch
A 24/7 disconnect in the ‘real’ world.
,,, ---…C l o u d s…--- ,,,
Wondrously enchanting
clouds have pulled my sight above…
Greeting me with “Behold our beauty”
clouds constantly check my appreciation-appraisal
engaging me to thank the Supreme Being beyond the sky…
Captivating me since childhood days
clouds present images worth pondering
kindling my desire to know their magnificent Designer
verily artistic Who keeps on showcasing varied shapes daily.
With science exposing their essence
clouds welcome me to the enigmatic loftiness
they are placed, enthralling me toward their Creator
wisely omniscient to display them for functional learning
and compassionately reaching-down to offer His redeeming grace.
In their stature midst the firmament
clouds invite me to explore the celestial
pulling my soul to fly with freedom wings
against skepticism, and unbelief hindering
cheering my spirit to soar for heavenly pursuits
divinely propelled by the Saviour Whom I dearly trust.
Inspiring my grateful heart
clouds radiate hope and praise
along biblical “clouds of witnesses”
blissfully upholding me against trial
strengthening my will to win patiently
the race set before me, while looking unto
Jesus Christ, the Author and Finisher of my faith*.
*Hebrews 12:1-2 Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us, Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God.
July 30, 2021
9th place, "Finding Your Muse" Free Verse Poetry Writing Premier Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh; judged on 8/2/2021.
Banking on inherited memories rejuvenates me.
As and when I remember the memories
That me and my people long to cherish
And those me and my people despise to relish
To remember not as memoirs
But as inerasable scars.
The nation, the geography, the war, the leaders
The language, the temples, the forts and those statues, and the ethnicity
Then comes an innate xenophobia
That declares me and my people as more equal than others;
And others do live in History’s mischief,
Bloodshed as part of the living
And for the living of me and my people,
And the making of the histories
That I and my people have today
As glorious moments of the past for the present
But for those who produced this wicked ‘hero’
That is unexplainable.
The unforgettable’s enigmatic inexplicable
And this makes me feel the heroic deeds
And the unheroic moments as great periods
And people who built that fort and this temple.
I only consume History.
Producer of History
Learning from the past bloopers
I reconstruct the future through THIS present.
And those present here.
There is NO present as such
For humans live in past glories
And memories that are painful
To think about the future
And the prospective futures
Those (are) perceived either in fear or in hyper ambitions.
The past seems to me
A mere wars-the wars fought
For a feudal by a feudal
Or those slaves-(Both physical and social).
Those kings and their courtesans
The numerous wives and those concubines
The titles and the moribund army.
The modern PROMOTERS of democracy
Yet the common man was ‘there’
But not living.
I exterminate all the above
Including the democracy,
The dictatorship of the preliterate,
The religious kingdom, the Islamic republic.
Egalitarian society for all- the inclusive growth
I will have equality
Where people are equal
In all but something giving room for those
Like I who would like to produce
History- future history.
I produce History
Not for History’s sake
For myself – my sake.
Written: March 31st, 2025, for contest, Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
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After basking in yesterday's afterglow,
I divested my vestments
to shift in cognitive mindset.
I stroll toward the horizon.
where the azure sky
embraces the vast sea blue.
Waves dance.
With silvered clouds,
Creating an orchestra
The wind and light are present.
Sallow shadows scintillate.
In Moonlight Melodies...
As dusk settles,
casting a shimmering awe that echoes of
The splendor of the galaxies abounds.
In every breath,
A promise resonates,
to the dawn
that dwells within me.
Gliding on golden wings
a sovereign among the kings
As light swirls beneath the Milky Way,
The cosmos shines brilliantly.
In a pearly gown.
Angels slide,
Unleashing their power
to restore their lost throne.
With flickering wings,
Wield the sword of stone
their footsteps inscribe
a path of golden light,
As they conquer the onyx depths
of an obsidian night.
Loving blasts their souls.
angel wings shake in sadness,
where grief and despair are hefty,
seeking an aerial citrine nirvana
I recall it sharply,
as if it were yesterday,
Tears mar the silky pillows.
as honeysuckle
It oozes from eager lips. —
There is a longing for satisfaction.
Lipstick etches its mark.
He left an imprint on his bare skin.
Even now, those intertwined chains
of Memory ensnares me.,
As well-oiled fingers traverse
the curves of the sensuous body,
ordinary yet glowing in the sunlight,
filled with a relentless passion.
Nervous tension shattered,
striking, akin to a diamond on ebony velvet.
As her body warmed and became silky,
Her lips melted and tasted delicious.
They expressed love ardently.
and hugged fervently.
swept up in passion and longing,
wishing the moment might last forever,
cocooned in each other's arms,
and felt blissfully pleased,
Polishing words into gems,
dusted garnet, with sunset slips
In citrine clouds cast
There was a ray of magenta skies.
I wish for unending delight.
and utter bliss in the afterglow.
The trap is what they call it, bait the cheese, but please don't wait on me
So they polish it, put the chrome and rims on it and I abolish it
Am I strong or mostly lucky, considered threatening only when they rush me
Now was we, ever did you trust me
Like Justice, who in the hell's got the custody
This is a must list
As I drop a bold statement "Trust no one"
I heard so many lies i could never sow one
But as I fold one, to put it in the back of my mind, I froze once
thought about it some more and you know what
Take the pieces and connect them, make some theories and test them
Then resume as if they spoke the Truth
Give them the room to hang the noose
These used items: have collected and united
The Truth is silent, listen close and you will find it
I am the Master of my Fate and the Captian of my soul
But unfortunately I wrecked the ship, layed my title down and invested in
My purpose and my destiny
I sought so much control it eventually got the best of me
And as I'm picking up from ashes, How have I lasted?
Truth be present, I report this abuse if your not veiwed in this message
As my veiw adjust it's fittingly, Agility is verified so crushed is every lie
And as I'm brushed by the hands of Love I take a look deep down inside
Will my wounds heal as I find your wounds will
Rats! Mine Poetic Submissions Once Again Deemed Floccinaucinihilipilification
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Countless declined submissions of mine,
tipping scales massive
Earth Atlas shrugged,
(he nonchalantly shouldered
1.317 × 10^25 lbs)
sends storied ambition plummeting
millstone yoked neck analogous
to bajillion pound weight
thus yours truly
doth modify expectations
absolute zero prospect
I will posthumously
attain poet laureate status
within human league,
asper dignified luminaries
comprising cognoscenti pantheon
posthumously storied authors
renown unto posterity,
yet ever since disembarking...
fashioning, finagling, forging
building blocks of English Language
humble mission courtesy this wordsmith
never sunk entrenched ambitions
into virtual sea constituting briny deep
wide whirling webbed waters
intent to reel eyes,
neither fame nor fortune,
but wield unique signature
this landlubber mentally laboring
to heft cumbersome words
chiseling, fitting (jigsaw puzzle pieces)
interlocking snuggly, asper
analogous mortise and tenon,
or (sometimes forcefully jamming)
multisyllabic deeply oceanographic
flowingly, trending intrinsically quixotic
harmonically sympathetic...
to affect pacific effect,
nonetheless attempt to launch,
albeit figuratively shipshape anchored
literary endeavor metrically
bobbing (with square pants) along
gently down stream of consciousness
side stepping excessively
indignant, flagrant, arrogant...
undertones, yet present
political perturbations pain
this doubting Thomas unitarian,
whose outlook good n plenti grim,
especially insatiable thirst
about global/world events
can barely be slaked!