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Premium Member Water Skiing, Tribute To Maggie

~Water Skiing,Tribute to Maggie~

Ah, indeed a summer teenage delight!
My Cousin Maggie assured me, would 
make a water skier of me.
Ah, my young heart lost all frightening 
premontions and took a soaring flight.

I sat on the pier, she threw me the
dauntful handle and rope.
Fear seized me, realizing the moment 
to ski was indeed, here!

Her husband, Jim, was captain of
the speed boat and cheered!
It was time for me to move my 
trembling, young rear!

I stood up and was on my way,
Woo-hoo and hip-hip-hooray!
At last, I was like everyone else.
Ecstatic with the water and the 
speedboat as it propelled!

Alas, glory and triumph divine,
were not to be mine.
For I fell forward on my face!
And with silly pride, still held 
onto the rope.
Dragged through Lake Como,
Me ~"Dope on a Rope!"

My Cousin Maggie, yelling loudly:
"Let Go! Let Go!"
I must have been in stupefaction!
Like a languid teenage halibut, I 
let go of that rope.
But nonetheless,bobbing up and 
down in great, jubilant summer
most memorable, satisfaction!


August 26, 2019
1:30pm PST


THE CRUELTY OF TIME

Oh, how cruel time can be!
Shattering hopes and killing beauty.
Slowly it steals moments, leaving everything bare
Time, a relentless force, beyond compare.

Here lies a victim of time's cruelty, the ruins of the cotton tree
Once a symbol of resilience, a beacon of the free
Now a reminder of nature’s vulnerability.
It withstood tsunamis over the years
Yet a mere breeze brought it to tears.

Time robs us of the things we love,
Leaving empty spaces in the skies above.
Its callous hands never rest
Leaving scars upon each beating chest.

The beauty of Freetown, green all year round
Gasping for breath as its life was unbound.
Freetowneans gather to the weeping sound
As on May 24th, the mighty tree was felled to the ground.

We'll seize the moments, stand with pride
For in the end, when all is said and done
Time's cruelty fades, and life's victories are won.
A new tree is just being born...
Form: Rhyme

Failed Attempts

In my years of living it's been a dark ride
On more than one occasion I've tried to make it to the darkside
Pain & hurt, my brain overworked
Cutting myself until there was blood stains on my shirt
I swear it was insane, felt sick and ashamed
Cutting deeper & deeper but couldn't hit no vein
I had no one to turn to, alone cuddled on the rug
Damn near lifeless stiff as a stone surrounded by a puddle of blood
Thinking I'm almost home, I can see the linked gates
But in reality I was wondering what's my life come to, lately I've been so messed up I couldn't even think straight
Felt like everybody hates me, can't nobody stand me
Downing pill after pill popping zannies like candy
Klotapins, I had a lot of them
Whatever I did only mattered to me but not to them
I began losing myself, started to rot within 
Starting abusing my health, welcomed defeat & watched them lock the win
Not thinking, standing at the bridge up on the top
Lost all feeling inside & was ready to die so I closed my eyes said screw it & dropped
There were strangers around me & bystanders seen it
Head first over 20 feet down face first into the cement
Dead on site at least that's what I hoped
But the lord kept my head on tight so with my latest attempt again I choked
Directly the fall didn't affect me
Had to accept the signs that it wasn't my time so the Lord wouldn't accept me
Apologized for my actions but lied to him 
Promised that them days were over but a few years later I tried again
Wrapped the rope around my neck tied it in a knot
Was tired of life & being stuck on the bottom, I wanted to get to the top
Was willing to give up everything, stressed & depressed & all out of jokes & laughs
But as soon as I kicked the chair from under me she appeared in front of me just in time to cut the rope in half
I was letting life get the best of me, allowing my pride to break me
Dying inside wondering why he refused to take me
Making the wrong calls from birth & it's been Hell ever since
Until he came to me in a dream and told me himself that I'm stuck here for the long haul and forever I'm cursed with my failed attempts....
Form: Rhyme

Read Journal True Bull His Him Within Lusaka, Zambia Part Three

Meanwhile Doctor Kaunda reminded young
people in the country ascending the rung
of success they have a big role to play
with trappings of pride slung

in weaving together unity among unsung
swiftly tailored heroes, as sowers
reaping luxe fabrics of peace among
divinity, integrity, magnanimity,
and unity for this country.

He has however commended President
Edgar Lungu for his efforts in uniting recent
dichotomy, sans the various people in the country,
And speaking at the same event,

National Guidance and reminescent
Religious Affairs Minister
Reverend Godfridah
Sumaili sought riches for indigent -

says national unity and urgent
peace critical for development
of the geographical extent
spanning entire country

Reverend Sumaili says difficult
no matter how fervent
for Zambia to develop
if no unity among Zambians.

And earlier in his speech, Commodores
Vision Ambassador to Zambia
Chairperson Misheck Kombe yours
truly expressed concern to jumpstart
solution regarding regionalism and tribalism at heart
tearing Zambia apart, like inures

reflux resignation of meal, 
thus Mr. Kombe underscores
how important each and every shores
Zambian to join the crusade complacent
against tribalism and regionalism
because it retards development for s'mores!

Thawing

Well I have finally made a conscious decision to change me
To leave the game, let it be
Time to recover from this struggle from the pain,
The path is clear already lain.
My feet frozen stiff scared to move on,
But these ghost have got to be gone.
To allow me to heal 
Once again to live and feel.
Bringing back the woman I was before 
My heart still bruised and sore.
IM scared to be alone to walk thru life solo
But down this path I must follow
To turn back is to seek the broken existence
Continue forward strengthen my persistence.
Allow this life to gain some meaning
For me to be hopeful to start dreaming
Return to my inner self before the fall
Needing help from anyone who cares to answer if I call. 
Just listen let me breathe 
A shoulder an ear that's all I'll need.
Stop the panic shoving it deep
Silently battling, my pride im trying to keep
Onward I go thawing my feet
I've come to far to give in to defeat
Form: Prose


Pride

i always stand my ground
 with pride I wear my crown
 but right now it feels like I’m falling down
 lost my balance like I need somebody to hold me
 miss independent that’s what I'm spose to be
but yet i feel so weak
 like I’m being crushed by reality
 i try to hold on
play it off like i'm strong
cause i dnt wanna cry those tears
of hurt frm many years 
wanna let go when my hands is sore
cause i cant hold on no more 
but thts their plan
to see me fall in the sand
to be helpless to be like the rest
but i dont wanna fall in this mess
and when the haters hate 
pay them no mind let em fall to their fate
cause i stand my ground 
and with pride i wear my crown
Form:

Premium Member 42 Mirrors

42 Mirrors
By Lucien Quincy Senna

Mirror, mirror
tell me all,
Who I am
Who I was,
painted seagreen with vanity
or socketed modesty.
Pride and pain
my old pretenders.

I am full of dead men's bones,
their advance over me.
I trashed and trotted
other people's causes, 
statecraft of the most
sinister skull-duggery.

Mirror, mirror
see me now,
my strawberry leaves
for I am no longer twenty-four.
Pinking the raw edge of silk,
trusting it all. 
Then that Ramshackle Empire
came clattering for me
a penal code
institutions for troubled women
"Pull your bellies between your knees!" said the nurse.

The hours pass upon the eastern turn
my faith anew while I was interred there,
until I somersaulted 
out of the deep waters.
An ocean greyhound
who was simply considered
a whited sepulchre.
A mask for women over forty.

A Poem Walks In Confidence

When a poem speak in confidence

That is how I walked the street of Brooklyn
me, a poem of mystery,  a bite senility
 in my sensate world:
I know that my pride, can over shadow
Never ride ones pride.  Especially when the
 price of victory is high but so are the rewards.

Did our former leader congratulate the new President?
Maybe I missed that too, pride is born in the heart
Ego is born in the mind:  today is November 10th 2020:
My job can be so frustrating at times,
 during these times of uncertainty

I have to push on to have a joyful moment at the work place
Give thank in all circumstances, but I will never uttered
That is God work: it was because of my inner fears.
That led me to stay as long as I did at the seafront:
The world feels lighter these days,
Satan power is lessening, 
Death has lost its sting ( 1 Corinthians 15:55

For the first time in this country
A black female is the vice president of America
And what bring a smile on my face,
She attend the same college as my younger daughter
 Howard University.. Thumps up !
When I was a teenager, I went swimming late one night
In the cold water down the harbor Road, 
A poem was created that night, little did I knew

Here I am rehashing those memories…..
A happy mood clouds our judgement
Words, words, images and the truth
Michael might not remember, but I remember,
The city lights and the whispering of the wind:
My shivering slender body was a poem inside and out:
When my poems speak in confidence,  I walk, the walk
In the street of Brooklyn..

That Mate Sees Me a Rival But the Feeling Is Not Mutual

People want to pull me downtown Lester Brown 
they wear sandals on their feet and my head wears a crown 
prizes in their wicked eyes a cricket wicket bouncing highs 
inside I’m a lion pride and they’re all pesky little flies 
they land they bite but I don’t die never will  but still they try 
aiming all this hate at me competitors apparently 
beating me would make their day but I’m not bothered anyway 
some times they will celebrate 
they say that I have been beaten 
but I have no idea until one of them starts speaking 
what they deem a victory doesn’t feel like a defeat 
so I don’t even argue I just let them have their treat 
they are not my competition but I’m the one they seek 
they think if they pull me down they will not be so weak 
blind to the fact whatever happens they’ll be the same freak 
backwards people think this way they don’t stand from their seat 
hoping that somebody will fall down on the concrete 
so I’ll be the prize that they size up 
I’m an Olympic medal 
but I’ve heard of times they’ve mess up 
the chain’s off as they pedal 
making me the champion 
and them Olympic Special
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Hms Hood

This ship in His Majesty’s fleet is very good.
I am with the crew of the HMS Hood.
I am so proud to serve on this pride of the fleet.
She is a first-class battlewagon complete.
Since the war began, things have been quite frantic.
The Germans have wreaked havoc in the North Atlantic.
Just see what has happened down South America way.
They caused some trouble with their ship, the Graf Spee.
However, they now have a huge maritime bulwark.
This is a formidable battleship they have named the Bismarck.
I know there will be some inevitable confrontations.
When they occur, we will go to our battle stations.
We are the sailors of the proud British Navy.
The Hood is our best and the most mighty.
Form: Rhyme

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