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Apparently, we all seek for love
Every mouth pronouncing the word love
Lust, a common denominator
That word links the most with a man’s love
Lab rats expect me to live their lives
Conforming to the herd’s theme of love
Yet sheep can’t feel the same as my soul
Sheep don’t seem to understand such love
Are all sheep even placed in one group?
The Earth speaks mostly bout that love.
Yet, I don’t speak such bizarre language
Do they know there are subjects of love?
Such a subject has some dimensions.
Lust and marriage do not define love
Getting engaged? Boasting on media?
Does that define the meaning of love?
Having a family? Those kisses?
Do they determine factors of love?
Most mammals crave for that selection
Yet, craving for it is not true love
True love is yourself with your values
That determines the roads of your love.
In the judgment of ghosts
my hope is retried
Forgiven or not
their will to decide
To ever move on
or be damned here to stay
To wander my failings
mistakes on display
They fly through my present
back into my past
Not missing a nuance
of slippage I’ve cast
Returning my sentence
their jury unhung
Pronouncing the verdict
— my fate zero sum
********
Memory Lingers
Impropriety
the soul of wit
Audacity
its memory lingers
Incongruity
the leak that drips
Banality
— its bee unstingered
*******
God’s Nation
At the country’s
bicentennial
I came
of age
A hard bitten
patriot
and liberty
sage
Two hundred
years won
through blood
will and pain
To shine
in the glory
God’s nation
— ordained
************
The Ivory Tower
Did you hear
your favorite student
when he spoke
his truth to power
Or when he challenged
what you said
high up
the ivory tower
Do you miss him now
that he has gone
into a world
unclaimed
And free of what
your words did spew
in pander
— false proclaimed
**********
Gears Enmesh
You can sulk
and brood
with Achilles heel
to sit detached in place
Or live in neutral
disengaged
to stay outside
the race
But one free choice
can change all that
to track uncovered
ground
When gears enmesh
to set you free
and turn your world
— around
(The New Room: June, 2026)
Chinese Sonnet
Guns of repression thundered for your every word,
The Big Five bowed,river Congo murmured your name.
gold roofs glittered in a sun that had no shame-
Even the moon rehearsed your praises,absurd.
You dreamed that you are the Kilimanjaro of Zaire,
Attired in extravagance and thunder, Buddha in a hat,
Your sycophants and kleptocrats like you,sleazy and fat-
The nation starved,entire generations to learned to fear-
Now termite winds erase your repressive marble halls,
The jungle, uncorrupted, reclaims the golden stair of pride.
No griot weeps,no widow laments your corruption and fall-
Only dogs and crocodiles feast where you lied.
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Mobutu Sese Seko: He was not kind Uncle Joe From Next Door.
You can describe his rule or more accurately misrule of the country you know
today as The Democratic Republic Of Congo in five words as corrupt,authotarian,
extravagant,repressive and kleptocratic.
His full name was Mobutu Sese Seko Kuku Ngbendu Wa Za Banga.
I know just trying to make sense pronouncing his name hurts your eyes. So just call him,
''The All-powerful warrior who,because of his endurance and inflexible will to win,goes fro conquest to conquest,leaving fire in his wake.''
I hope you give that name to your worst enemy.They will love you.
zealous woozily throbbing
quintessentially narcotic
karaoke humble ecstasy bubbling
yawningly vibrantly
singing praises motivates
ineluctable fancy caparisoned
zestfully whooping tellingly
quaking novel kindles
heartfelt essence
blubbering yipping vocalizations
sincerely pronouncing
myriad jubilant gleefulness
describing absolute x2c
unbridled rhapsodic
obeisance loosening
inimitable fabulous communication
zeroing wakened tremendous pleasure
marinating joie de vivre
gurgling dynamically aspiring xylem
unstoppably roiling
overtly liberal fawning calculus
zinging wordy tome
proclaiming motive jangling
glorifying divine adulating
x uber rants obediently liberating
inducing fantastic crowing zestfully
warbling tenderly quiet nursing kingdom
harkening enjoyment bestirring
x unnumbered remarks
outlining linkedin impressiveness
from crocheting zany way
this poet marries juxtaposed grammar
describing atypical xfinity urging requiem
oozing libation inside
fleshly corporeal Zen wordsmith thyself
questioning messenger's (mine) jabbering
gets decoded accurately.
HOW DO YOU SAY
How do you say, the he is a stranger,
how do you say?
How do you warn of imminent danger,
How do you say?
With smiles of charm, he'll win their trust,
Not the soul of a man, not one of us,
Deceived the nations, Abominations,
How do you say.
How do you say, he’s the deceiver,
How do you say?
Will even fool elect believers,
How do you say.
Dreams from the God of many waters,
Poured out on Sons and Daughters,
Eye on the Sparrow, straight and narrow,
How do you say.
How do you say, Angels pronouncing,
How do you say?
Against the name of Christ,
he'll lead the denouncing,
How do you say.
Cursing all God deems as holy,
To rid the meek and the lowly,
The Abyss was opened,
the realm of the spirit was broken,
Let none of mine, be left behind,
How do you say.
Leaving heavenly throne to reach-out mankind, the Messiah bore the status of condescension: His birth in the Bethlehem manger brought to Earth’s calendar a divine milestone, while glorious angelic choir and awed shepherds welcomed His babyhood.
offering love’s best
incarnation triumphant
eternal life reigns
Servant-leadership --- Christ exemplified as He ministered with mercy’s optimized best: healing the sick, feeding the multitudes, quickening the dead, forgiving the repentant, pronouncing beatitudes, drawing humanity nigh to the Almighty.
utmost caring shown
compassion indeed at work
blissful selflessness
Falsely accused with blasphemy unpardonable, betrayed by intimate companions, indicted to pay sins’ penalty, Jesus bore the cross to Calvary, giving up the ghost to reconcile sinners to the holy Creator: freeing those who trust Him from iniquities’ condemnation, assuring them heaven’s security, and granting peace so blissful.
grace and justice met
redemption truly fulfilled
blest crucifixion
Entombed, verily secured; yet after three days of burial, the Saviour rose amidst guarding soldiers manifesting His omnipotence: mighty wonder proving His expertise in impossibilities, miraculous act only the Sovereign can do and marvelous magnificence against vanity of temporal existence.
power over grave
resurrection smiting death
hope of believers
Heeded toward the Father above, the Lord entrusted the Great commission-fruition to His church: to build lives, spread His love, exalt His name through the Holy Spirit’s guidance, gearing, guarding, and girding while advancing His kingdom*.
pursuits accomplished
ascension so jubilant
to come again soon
*Matthew 28:19-20 Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost: Teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you: and, lo, I am with you alway, even unto the end of the world. Amen.
September 2, 2020
1st place, "Let the Pens Flow - Haibun" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Jenish Somadas; judged on 9/16/2020.
This is featured in the book, PS: It's Poetry: An anthology of contemporary poetry from around the world. Paperback – November 27, 2020 by Arczis (Author), PoetrySoup (Author)
Encapsulation Versus Elaboration...
Therefore, I opted to
reduce heavy sedation
within unsuspecting reader rabbit
summarization superseded elaboration,
less reason spurring salacious secretion
i.e. a-z expletive epithet, et cetera laced
verbalization crucifixion subsequently,
neither nameless nincompoop (me)
crossing verboten drive,
nor this ditto anonymous
poetic purveyor to burden heavy
onlookers with elegiac colluding bugaboo
even daunting grizzly Adams,
endeavoring exclusively exercising
"E" valuation in futile attempt
to express mild exuberance
entailing English language.
Essentially erudition wrought
elucubration, ecstatic emotion,
enunciation, enumeration, eradication
narrowly avoiding writer's block
concomitent ebullition, emasculation
exacerbation, exasperation,
stepped up escalation elevation
malignant hypertension, encrustation
elementary (my dear Watson)
extemporaneous embarkation
severely affected non exlax induced
emergency enema evacuation,
but not even for the grace of dog
unstoppable elimination, ejection...
exhausting excavation
water closet expedition
elucidation, elation, edification,
vis a vis emancipation,
despite literary emaciation malnutrition
near extinction yours truly,
nonetheless... faint eruption
eureka ejaculation elongation
emanation awoke new edition
regarding neigh saying kid on the block
elicitation, elocution, energization,
eroticization, estimation, excitation
activated skeletal echolocation
eye opening entrepreneurial effectuation
analogous TVA electrification,
hence enervation equalization
relieved self cannibalization
thankfully discouraging envenomization
invariably in conclusion,
no exaggeration pronouncing
exemption verdict against
my extirpation sore disappointment!
My song at daybreak is abundant with optimism.
The dawn brings gentle melodies,
As the sun peeps over the darkened horizon,
My song embarks on a song of grace,
As the suns golden orb is appearing
And lightens the darkened sky.
It brings vibrant colour to a sleeping realm.
My song springs into full illustrious voice.
Lyrics flooding the countryside with hope for a joyful day.
Welcoming the day with words of wonder,
Its clear voice waking the birds and all that slumber.
The wafting breeze brings tuneful chords,
And the lilting song takes flight with a symphony of sound.
Percussion breaks the sweet serenade with thunderous excitement,
as the earth proclaims its power dominating the land,
with a brief thunderstorm with tumultuous baritone resonance,
As the vibrato heralds the peace resuming her sway.
The somber soulful song entered by a soprano’s lilt,
And lingers into a delightful aria pronouncing the relax of the day,
Embraced by the landscape falling into shadow,
As the sun slides lower, the tune is carried by the flute’s sweet array.
The crimson sphere sinking below the hills and the serenade fades away.
As the light is engulfed by the silence of the dark night once more.
A Collaboration betwixt J. Webb and memself.
The crowd bows,murmuring praises,I wear their borrowed wreath,
Ink still wet in their trembling tongues that seek to canonize passion,
They crown my silence,yet my words outlive their marble-
laurel blazes like Gin!Gin!I Love You.(1)
Call me Fear Fokol,(2) oligarchies crumble under verse,
Maspalas (3) fade into dust while marimbas (4) endure,
They misquote me all the time,vorstaan vokol, dololo (5)
Still I forgive them
I did not write for cabinets,but for fevered hearts,
For the silenced whistleblower humming my forbidden name-
My Laurel burns bright like White City Jabavu (6)
Explanation of click sounds of my home village:
1. Gin!Gin!I love You!-This is the safest way for friends visiting to pronounce uMgungundlovu District Municipality in KwaZulu-Natal Province,South Africa. For God's sake leave the pronouncing alone if you're tipsy and you're walking on a slippery road.
2. Fear Fokol: means Fear Nothing and is what the honorable ministers like to call themselves when they intimidate each in their sardine rush to see who can loot from the public purse in record time,as soon as they are appointed to positions of power.
3. Maspalas: Municipality/Municipalities in disguise but in reality crime scenes of assassinations,etc,etc
4. Marimbas: Musical instrument you want played day when you marry or go on a hot date.
5. vorstaan-understand/comprehend
vokol-nothing
dololo-like previous.But ask the Nigerians/West Africans
6. White City,Jabavu-There' an ongoing beef between me and W C J if explain now that exposes my location to my ex and somebody will lose big time.
I plead guilty
Of saying,
My grandchild is
The most beautiful
The most wonderful
The most intelligent,
It shows, it is so evident,
Absolutely so loving,
Character and nature so giving,
Makes friends instantly
And acts independently,
And so much fun,
Takes my hand
To help build sandcastles
In the sea sand,
Likes to share,
Tells you if she feels you are wrong,
That is not fair,
And how old is this little wonder,
Who is not even afraid
Of an intense storm
With lightning and thunder,
Two years and 8 months,
Who converses so sensibly,
And comprehensibly,
I am not exaggerating,
Such a wise little mind
Who is also so truly kind,
Who tells me I am not pronouncing
“Absolutely,” Correctly
It is ab-so lut-ely yiayia, she says,
And I beam at you with pride
You are so little, yet mature
Everyday we love you more and more,
And one day when our time is up,
I hope no time too soon,
When you look up and
See a full bright moon,
And lots of glittering stars,
It’s Yiayia and pappou ,
Sending you hugs
And love galore.
YIAYIA AND PAPPOU ARE THE GREEK WORDS FOR – GRANNY AND GRANDPA