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Part Three
...swishing away with your sunshrivelled burgundy knotty arms with broad disdainful harvesting sweeps the cobras come out to water in the sweltering heat by the thatched fly-buzzed hole
your low under-the-breath warning tones a reminder of the will of your self-inflicted charge
you never ate until i gorged myself
like the dutiful wife given with a dowry
watching me all the time through the shield of the wisp of cloud of cheroot smoke in your sentinel corner against the far wall your eyes glinting fearing that i might take exception and even before my plate was half-empty you had already darted across the kitchen floor to bring me more fried brinjals mashed greens fried and sliced plantain the steaming rice lying bare by its metal cover hanging on the lip of the open pot-mouth in a clear aluminium pot by my side
now they say you are gone for some plotted and took your life in haste
even before you had time to ensure an heir
others say you were alone dismayed abandoned by your own
prey to enchanters coveting
the plot of land the house derelict forsaken by your absence
they say some one else caretakes it for himself
others no a forbidden son of your husband’s has raked it for himself
alas would you have known how landless nationless stateless i’d be
this dot of ancestral land clinging-clanging in memory
did you know then you might never see me again
nor probably ever hear of me
or if you had how might you have taken it all
did you believe the tales true and false they told
or only what you wanted to hear
of your precious prince you once served in silence and
who had gone to slave in other lands
Notes
eevaa peerankal muuvaa marunthu is a take on another well-known Tamil proverb: eevaa makkal muuvaa marunthu meaning “children who obey even before the order is given are a God-send”. Here, in lieu of children, the word “grandparents” is substituted
chembu: a small usually copper vessel shaped like a rounded vase with a tapering neck and open mouth, used for holding drinking water or milk
kuul: thick holdall gruel which may also be highly spiced
chemman: red soil
Vaithi: ayurvedic doctor, practising the traditional Indian homeopathic medicine
© T.Wignesan 1997 - Paris May 7, 1997 (from the Sequence/Collection: "Words for a Lost Sub-Continent")
I do not know how and I do not know why - why you did this to me
You left without a word-you left me in wonders, wondering why
You left beautiful memories- yet should I regret meeting you
You left, yet you said our love is laughter, lighter and life -but I lost your lead
You left your love in my heart - longing for your touch and your taste
Oh darling my heart longing for you, I almost died just for you
I do not have money and I do not have a car-but I know I loved you
I do not understand why and I cannot see how, hoping to see you soon
I do not know how and I do not know why-when something is leaving
You cannot see it, I feel like laughing but I started to cry, hilarious
I do not appreciate or apprehend the pain partnering my past-predicaments
Oh darling my heart longing for you, I almost died just for you
I wish all we had, was but a dream, why should love hurt so much
I wish all people could not just fall in love, but I stay in love with much patience
I wish all vows made and promises uttered, were met to be, oh my love it hurts
I wish all the kisses and touch we had were just in psychic – just hallucinations
I wish all you say and do were in coheres-it hurts that your beauty is not in truth
Oh darling my heart longing for you, I almost died just for you
I left all my playboy games, because I believed in the truth of your love
I left all, for you left all for me, you stood rejection from your family for us
I lefts all my fears and tears at the mountain-where my help comes from
I left all your fears in faith that the Lord is keeping safe in his presence
It was a blessing to have you for a while in my arms-my life has turn around
Oh darling my heart longing for you, I almost died just for you
I put my word in the air for you – the truth is you are beautiful-beautiful
I write my word in the sky for you-the truth is you are a woman of virtue
I put my life on line for you-the truth is you are a great wife to be-proverb 31
I put my light in the dark for you-the truth is you are a diamond, very precious
Though you left, you taught me great lessons and left me a better man - exquisite
He who finds you, finds a wife and receives favor from the Lord, always love you
Oh darling my heart longing for you, I almost died just for you
BY ANTHONY NGABWE
(TONY THE POET@2014,12,)
As spoken by the Voice of Wisdom
O House of Israel,
Heed the sound of the wind that carries ancient truth across the sands of time.
Once you wandered through deserts and kingdoms,
Once you suffered at the hands of empires and tyrants,
And the world wept for you—
So great was your sorrow that even your enemies offered you a home among strangers.
In the year of man, 1948,
Your banner rose among nations, a fig tree reborn.
You were embraced not with steel,
But with sympathy,
Not with fire,
But with the open palms of those who knew grief.
Palestine did not draw sword at your arrival—
The people opened their gates.
Arab hearts, once warm, extended olive branches,
Their tongues tasting of hospitality, not hatred.
The children of Ishmael made room for the children of Jacob.
But tell me, O Israel,
Where has your wisdom gone?
Have you not read the Psalms of David?
Did Moses not teach you the weight of the stranger’s tears?
You were welcomed, yet you conquered.
You were protected, yet you occupied.
You turned the promise of sanctuary
Into an empire of watchtowers and blockades.
Your defense turned into offense,
Your wall of safety became a prison for others.
The same anguish you once endured,
You have now inflicted.
And now behold—
The desert echoes with bitterness,
The blood of children calls from the soil of Gaza,
And the ancient prophets tremble in their graves.
The nations, once silent, begin to whisper.
The Middle East, 473 million strong,
Watches and waits, wounded and awakened.
Will seven million stand against the tide of centuries?
The covenant you had with justice—
You have traded for iron domes.
But remember, O Israel:
Peace was your greatest weapon,
Wisdom your strongest shield.
But you drew the sword, and now the sword returns.
Do not say you were not warned.
For as the African proverb says,
"The hyena called the ants, and the ants beat him to death."
O land of Abraham,
You still have time to choose the path of peace.
Not all gates are yet closed.
The Lion and the Lamb may still lie together.
But know this—if pride be your compass,
Then desolation shall be your inheritance.
The future does not belong to those who conquer,
But to those who reconcile.
Let wisdom return to Jerusalem,
Lest Jerusalem fall again.
Welcome Back!
Did you listen to May I Speak to you for every word is
substantially rocked in the cradle of love and with I understanding.
I was set up from Everlasting.From the Beginning or
even the earth was. yes! When there was no depth I was brought forth!
When there was no fountain abounding with water.
Before the mountains were settled
Before the hills was I brought Forth....................!
While as yet he God of gods and all had not made the Earth
nor Fields nor the Highest part of the Dust of the World.
When he God of All prepared the Heavens--- I
I Understanding was there!
When he God of gods and Lord of lords and King of kings
and any too many and many to all the way too! Many are called
but few are Chosen Globally
Locally, States National Internationally I understanding was there when he set a compass upon the Face of the Depth...So keep your heart clockingThank you Welcome my amazing friend. Am I understanding or not to be or?
To be or Not to be is even today a right now Question Iin the Air In the Heaven and Below the Secret Worlds Realms all Planets maze or a quiz or a gaze or a test Remember ! Some People Places or Things throw arrows and darts of hate rest-assured guarantee... you your pain this day or evening or night be light with such an appealing embrace I understanding am yours to share look up and live I will hold you so gently like a bird flying overhead in the foggy mist or midst of life sadness tears flowed disappear within the torn bleeding bloody soul help the body believe be healed rest on my shoulders where all has been hidden regrets you must meet forgiveness where all is forgiven that spirit is a friend Some may ask
Why I did it
I did it for Love For God is Love!
Proverb 8-23 Kings Book
.KJV-Amen!
dodoitsu series (rhymed)
Winter is taking the reins
speeding past days of autumn -
Jack Frost smears the windowpanes
forefingers and thumb.
You who have no house to own,
too proud to seek charity,
you choose your path all alone
that’s a guarantee.
Your attic room, where risks run
rowdy as the eastern winds,
barren refuge while you shun
warmer help from friends.
Churches serve a daily meal
without impugning censure,
Would a shelter prove to shield
Christian adventure?
God casts no smears. You must know
you are short more than your needs.
God produces once you show
you will plant His seeds.
Twixt four fingers and your thumb
winnow pangs of laziness.
Earn warm lodging ere autumn’s
freeze spawns haziness.
for Elly Wouterse's contest 3 Proverbs and a Quote
For my series of didactic "germane" dodoitsu, I chose three German proverbs, being influenced much in my life by my German grandmother.
-A poor person isn't he who has little, but he who needs a lot.
--Charity sees the need not the cause.
---God gives, but man must open his hand.
My quote from an international celebrity is from German poet, Rainer Maria Rilke -
“Whoever has no house now, will never have one. Whoever is alone will stay alone,” is from his poem, “Autumn Day”, translated by Stephen Mitchell.
https://audiopoetry.wordpress.com/category/poet/rainer-maria-rilke/
For word play:
“the four fingers and your thumb”, and “winnow pangs” of verse 5(6) play off of
“Jack Frost’s forefingers and thumb” and "window panes" of verse 1.
Word with two meanings:
Verse 1 – smear – v. to wipe or daub
Verse 4 (5) – smear – n. a slur or insult
double meaning proverb
A poor person isn't he who has little, but he who needs a lot.
poor person can mean poverty-stricken or a
poor person can be incompetent, inept
I used the normal 7, 7, 7, 5 syllable pattern of a dodoitsu but rhymed it ABAB. I really needed 24 lines to complete my thoughts, but I dutifully cut it back to 20 lines, adding it back in italics after contest was judged. Expanding on Rilke’s “Autumn Day” title, I took a different turn from his prayerful, more positive piece.
"Nothing may hide from the hidden."
- Japanese Proverb
1.
Gulliver's God Goes Silent
Sir Johnathan's Lilliputians assumed
Gulliver's watch to be his personal god,
Observing how seldom he took action
Without first consulting it.
Time has come to be the Tyrant God of our frenzied Age;
The One Who Harries
The mass of us from here to there, and back again
Crying down the faithful to the terrible slippage
The relentless loss of minutes, hours and days,
Unreclaimable all,
Shouting to us from our wrists, our walls and all things electric
The message of incompletion,
Things undone and lost
In the unstoppable flood that sweeps us along
Carrying all we think we know
Towards some great, invisible, communal Terminus.
The acolytes' wishes are served,
In serving one so like ourselves
Serving those unsatisfied by any sacrifice.
The call comes in late September;
A doctor's voice informs me
Of a tale mad cells are telling
Gathering deep within;
An aimless tide of their lives just beginning
To flourish sans form or purpose
Bringing destruction to the temple they occupy
Through sheer abundance.
That was when, for the first time,
My part in the steady move towards the Terminus
Loomed clear and certain in my sight,
Joining the strong knowledge of my heart.
A fluid anxiety filled me,
Running shapeless and invincible
I felt, somehow, like drowning -
So it was as another Summer gathered itself up for its death
I checked into the hospital
To be dropped into chemical oblivion
Laid out like an offering
To the spirits of Blood and Mystery
Reading my organs through greengloved hands,
Interpreting the language of manic cells.
Skin peeled back like pages of a book
I lay captive in the sleep of Lethe
As they read the script writ in red within
Making decisions
Correcting errata.
The god on the wall
Moved his hands in passing across his face,
But not for me.
Wealth brings many friends , but a poor man 's friend deserts him.
Proverb 19:4
Who cares for you?
When we separate with good people
We feel to cry,
Remembering
The good times
With them.
When we separate with bad people,
We feel much peace ,
Happy... so happy,
Trying to forget
The bad times with them.
Who cares for you?
How does joy make
Us feel when we are
Surrounding by the people
Who love us and see
Our importance
To them?
It is always good to have
Two or three
People who real care for you
Than having thousands
hypocrites who can leave you
In hard times.
Who cares for you?
You will always notice
People who real care
For you when your house
Turns very dark,
Night becomes
Long than a day,
Dams , rivers ,
Lakes, and oceans dry,
Rains stop for some months.
Strong wind blowing days and nights.
Burning sun over your heards.
Different diseases rise monthly
And you don't have some money.
Wife and kids are looking at
You for daily breakfast,
Dinner,
Supper
And different bills.
Good people will share their supports
But some hypocrites
Will leave you,
Blackmailing
And mocking on you
here and there.
Laughing
At you every time,
As you turned to be
A dark humour poem
Wrote by circumstance
And problem
But In the rainy season,
They will return
Without being called.
Apologising today and
Tomorrow
Trying to laugh with you
From your window
Pushing you
To do thing for them,
One by one telling his" her" problem
To you without asking them.
Who cares for you?
I really care for you
Dear brothers
And sisters
Reason why
I took my valuable
Time to write
This adorable
Piece of poetry
So that you may
Really identify
The person who cares
For you on this earth.
I love you with
My full heart.
The poet
Who smile here
And there
Because
My love
And
Your love
Readers
will be
Victorious
April 26/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
There was once a man who believed he had everything
Every day he was blessed with the gift of wisdom
For every wise tale he was given a proverb
For every proverb he was given a vision
For every vision he was given a dream
In one of his dream the man saw an angel at the foot of his bed
The angel pointed at the door
At the doorway the man saw a bright shinny light and heard a deep hallow voice
The voice echoed words of great knowledge and inspiration
Written and quoted by great men and women.
Martin Luther King Jr.
“The Ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort
And convenience but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy"
In the man’s dream he began to shiver as the angel whispered and quoted
Anne Frank.
“I don't think of all the misery but of all the beauty that still remains"
In his dreams the man continued to listen to the voice of the angel as he quoted
Aldons Huxley.
“Experience is not what happens to you it is what you do with what happens to you"
David Guys Powers.
“Each day is a new life seize it, live it"
The angel paused a while as the man gasped for air in fear and he said,
A wise man takes heed to advice and turns away from his wicked ways, the man in hearing these words began to shiver even more as the angel quoted,
Michelle C Ustaszeski.
“Never look back and regret look back and smile at what you have learned"
Finally in a faint voice the angel said, one of Dr Robert Anthony. Famous quote was
“Forget about all the reasons why something may not work you only need to find one reason why it will”, in hearing this, the man arose from his bed and fell to his knees and whispered words of thanks
For a moment he had forgotten the reason why he had been chosen
For every season, for every rose, for every seed that is planted there is a reason
Remember in this life every road that you adventure on will take you in many directions but the journey is worthwhile because the experiences are worth sharing and every lesson is a testimony so whenever you feel like giving up just remember why you are here.
#Sacrifice_puked_upon
There's a voice, so loud in my neighbors house, I peep to see whats happening, a lad is the source of it, projected at parents. Wish to shut my ears and close my eyes, so not to hear and listen but my inner being abducts me into it.
Broken, mothers special mug, I see the broken pieces scattering also in her eyes, her body taking badly the shot of the sound the mug makes when hitting the floor. I realize indeed, such was a special mug, her womb fruit. A child mushrooming amorphously, out and wild of her mothers hands and side.
There she remain numb and demented, only tears speaking on her behalf, through falling, on the very floor the mug has fallen. In those tears, its not only pain coated but hope and her only wishes to this world and life.
This is a taking moment, the least and last of what was left of this mother. If life is not choked out of her body, this moment, Heaven clock must had not clocked upon her soul.
I see her reconnecting back with her strength, trying to sit herself down, with her hand on her mouth, words not audible breathed out from the uncovered part of her mouth.
Like any parent, she never imagined that one day her womb fruit, would too grow thorns and start preakling her. Her mistake was saying "not my child" forgetting that on this temporary world, no one live without discovering for themelves the true meaning of "never say never" proverb.
In her mind, all her starving days, her efforts, sacrifices and investment in this lad, pilling into stacks of pain, she wanna shout and burst her pain out but her voice dries out, for the pain having spread like venom upon her body, all she can and left with, are tears that run so trespassing upon her every pore of her eyes,
she realize to herself that these are her sacrifices puked upon, I pray this to be not the last she could realize and take as her last discovery to her creator. Parenting gone south, like a lab experiment unconvincing its scientists, while children turning opposite to what every parent wishes, parents sacrifice puked upon
#Poetic_Ink
Honorary Title At A Price
Here in Bolehland, many a individual hankers for honorary titles..
Typically those who have it made, they wish to announce to the world...
They have arrived, money in abundance, recognition now they crave...
By Maslov theory of human behaviour, it is but a natural progression...
For being human, we all welcome peer admiration and recognition...
Here in Bolehland, questions abound about one getting a Datukship ...
For there is just one Datuk too many, even when it does not come cheap...
What one needs is big bucks despite less than exemplary character...
You and me, with the right amount of bucks, a Datukship can be odered...
If Datukship is what you want, just make ready some sizeable money....
The award used to be a deserving honour only to individuals...
Who has contributed greatly and honorably to society in general...
But nowadays the honorary title is available for a price...
Money talks and royal honors can be bought, if one meets the price...
With royalties in so many states, you can be a Datuk multiple times over..
Now there has been a shooting incident, a young Datuk of 32...
Meeting an untimely shooting death at the hands of his bodyguard..
At the tender age of 32, somehow he had a Datuk title...
And obviously money, for he had need for personal protection.....
Which is rightly unusual in this Bolehland, with peace loving people...
Maybe in the end godly justice was served for this young Datuk ....
For his new bodyguard was an executioner out on his 1st day at work...
Is it poetic justice that one so young, honorific title Datuk bestowed. ..
Should meet such an inglorious and premature violent end .....
Brings acutely to mind the wisdom in the English proverb...
This departed Datuk must have been involved in crimes...
For being so young, needing and buying protection from armed men...
He who lives by the sword shall die by the sword....
Higher justice was at work, and here on earth, justice might have been served...