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The Voice that spoke into being
Before the world began
Everything we see around us
He spoke them into being
The stars, the moon, the sun that shines
Birds and beasts of every kind
Created at the sound of His Voice.
The Voice that said one day
“Let us make man”
In Our image, in Our own likeness
The Voice that angels fear and love to hear
The very Voice that calmed the storm
And healed the sick, the blind, the lame
Was silent before an angry crowd.
Yes! He was silent for our sake
The spotless Lamb
Scarified, crucified
By the cruelty of man.
Creator of this universe
His silence broke the chains, the curse
As powerful as His Voice that spoke
Was His silence, that shook all hell and earth.
He was wounded for our transgressions
He was bruised for our iniquities
He was willing to be silent
To buy our salvation and healing!
PARALLEL ARE THE RAILS
(PRE-VERSE 1)
Feeling all alone
Cast away like a stone
Few friends what I got
True friends can’t be bought.
(VERSE 1)
Living is a joke
Think I’m about to choke.
Lookin’ at you
Lookin’ at me
Mirror is true (but the reflection is cracked)
False truths won’t set you free.
(Pre-Chorus)
I got my time
I got my rhyme
Beggin’ for a dime
Beggin’ for your time
(Chorus)
Bittersweet is the love (Sweeter than the lime)
Smellin’ like a clove
Burnt up in a stove
Rotting in a grove
Shrapnel of hardened nails
Pouring down like the rain
Storing away the parlayed pain
Parallel are the rails
Parallel are the rails
Parallel are the rails
Parallel are the rails
Parallel are the rails
(PRE-VERSE 2)
Heavy is the stone
When you’re all alone
Many friends were not what I thought
False friends are easily bought
(VERSE 2)
Drowning in the smoke
Deception is no joke
Reflection of you
Reflection of me
Mirror is true (but the reflection is cracked)
False truths won’t set you free.
(BRIDGE)
Dreaded are my locs
Dreadful are my thoughts
Locked away in my cerebral box
Cast away like abandoned lots
Got dreadlocks down below my needs
Beatles in the sound
Help me get around
Got hair like my ancestral Swedes
Brain damaged by Floyd
Brain examined by Freud
(PRE-VERSE 3)
Can I get a fix
Feelin’ a little sick
Like when I was six
Trippin’ over a stick
People like to stare
Like I’m some disease
But, I don’t care
I do as I please
(VERSE 3)
Ridin’ on a train
Lookin’ for a change
Freedom from the chain
Leaves me feeling strange
Lookin’ a little strange
Beaten by the chain
No time for change
Ridin’ on a train
(Pre-Chorus)
I got my time
I got my rhyme
Beggin’ for a dime
Beggin’ for your time
(Chorus)
Bittersweet is the love (Sweeter than the lime)
Smellin’ like a clove
Burnt up in a stove
Rotting in a grove
Shrapnel of hardened nails
Pouring down like the rain
Storing away the parlayed pain
Parallel are the rails
Parallel are the rails
Parallel are the rails
Parallel are the rails
Parallel are the rails
Lyricists Inc.
D.A.P. / Digital Analog Productions.
David A. Porter 3/??/18
God,
called for his very prettiest Angel
to come,
and told her that she was going down below
to spread love,
giving her spiritual powers,
to cast a love spell
on the people of Earth
because he said love was lacking,
too many held hate and jealousy within their hearts
too many were lost . . .
So, off she went to spread love on Earth below
with a message "Go and spread love . . . "
. . . she found the grieving
and whispered to them that their departed dwelled above,
to the dying she showed herself,
and carried them beyond the clouds,
she found the homeless and lonely and bathed them in love
on the sick- she cast a gossamer veil- of love
and on those seeking safe sanctuary-
she gave them hope . . .
. . . she told each soul she touched
go and spread love on Earth- till God calls you home,
and not just today but everyday of your life.
__________________________
January 31, 2017
Poetry/Verse/Go And Spread Love In The World
Copyright Protected, ID 17- 871-509-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Mothers are honoured on Mother's Day!
To memory of a courageous woman respect I pay,
Who did not give birth to any child,
but cared for many disadvantaged with a merciful mind.
She was with my mother, day and night,
when mom was fragile and sick - the person right
was my father's sister, even with a demanding job, who did not
hesitate to embrace the children distraught!
She struggled with severe disability of her own,
but even a heart wrenching disability couldn't break her down.
That was the life-lesson from her we learned,
Never let sufferings get your courageous spirit burned!
To powerless children, she exemplified, how to show
compassion and love, how to be brave, although
in adverse situations, keep their heads high ~
and reach for the stars, no limit in the sky.
How can you be more of a mother
with unconditional love creating a life together ~
than being for the frail children who need care,
My Aunt proved beyond doubt she was the Mom rare!
May 3, 2022
Mother's Love - Tributes of Love For Mother's Day Poetry Contest
Sponsor: BJ Legros Kelley
FIRST PLACE
I miss home,
Home where am cordially welcome,
I miss the best treats,
Treats like that of a king,
Ooh Mama,am coming home soon.
The roasted giraffe meat,
The boiled duck eggs to eat,
I yearn for the cassava,
I miss the finest millet,
Ooh No,I miss my home.
The guavas are now ripe,
The mangoes are in plenty,
Can't forget the sweet potatoes,
And the tasty ground nuts,
Ooh,how I long to be at home.
I miss my skin garments,
The ones here are a torment,
My open sandals too
The shoes here makes me sick,
Cant wait to be in them.
Good gracious,
Soon am coming home,
Home where I belong,
Home where am needed,
I promise,I will forever stay.
Poet Igweee...
The elephant was walking through the jungle one day
Swinging his trunk, this and that way.
He dragged it along not caring where still
And then dragged it through, a large Ant hill.
His trunk started to itch and annoy him a bit
He wandered around for somewhere to scratch it.
He found a tree and wrapped his trunk around
The leaves and the fruits all dropped to the ground
The itch it then moved, it was now up his nose
He needed to rub it on anything that goes.
He found a rock and rubbed with all his might
It was covered in insects and they all took flight.
Apart from a butterfly that dropped on his tusk
She lay there broken smelling faintly of musk
The itch moved up onto his head close to his eyes
He heard a voice which was quite a surprise.
Hey you be more careful you great big beast
You’ve ruined my home and knocked off the giraffes feast.
You’ve forced insects to flee from the rock where they lay
And you have a broken butterfly, now what do you say?
The elephant stopped in his tracks and looked around
He couldn’t see, from where came the sound.
He shook his head as the itch moved to his ear
Then the voice said it’s me stupid, my voice is quite clear.
The elephant stopped and begged, please keep still
You are making me itch and it’s making me ill
Please show yourself and let me apologise
I meant no harm to you or the butterflies.
The ant crawled from the elephant’s ear
He said, I need you to return to my anthill I fear
I must check on the wounded and dead
If you do this for me I’ll stop itching on your head.
Ok said the elephant I’ll do that for you
But what about this butterfly, what can we do?
I’m not sure said the ant in the elephant's ear
We’ll sort it later when we get near.
They set off and discovered the squashed ants and hill
The elephant cried it made him feel ill.
The ant said we need a new home and quick
Especially for the butterfly, she is quite sick.
The elephant was sad and offered what help he could .
You can move in my trunk, I promise I’ll be good
Thank you we will said the ant, just for a while
And we can help the butterfly, he said with a smile.
So together they set of all content and happy
The elephant the butterfly and the little Anty.
The outside world makes me sick, suffocates me, dissolves my essence beneath my own skin,
Home seems like a distant illusion, reality—a thin veil ready to tear,
I beg for other shells to cover my body, to hide my vulnerability,
Loose clothes, shining chains, quiet shoes—all to divert attention.
I try to hide the pain, to blur the days that mercilessly slip through the hourglass of time,
I wonder if the mirror is kinder when I am dressed in silence, wrapped in grays,
I hope the silence sewn into threads can calm the storms in my restless mind,
But silk cannot stop a soul from crying, gold cannot prevent fears from flying.
Should I have stayed home, in my comfortable bed, my safe haven?
To watch the world through the window of all the things I ever imagined,
Or to step into chaos and embrace my inner beauties, hidden deep within?
I feel like a stranger in my own skin, an actor on a stage too big, too bright,
I search for my identity among the folds of clothes, in the reflection of shining chains,
But the truth is, no mask can fully hide the trembling of the soul.
The world is a labyrinth of mirrors, each reflecting another version of me,
I wonder which is the real one, which is the one I want to show the world,
My steps hesitate between the comfort of isolation and the courage to expose myself vulnerably.
Maybe my inner beauty is like a night flower, blooming in shadow,
Maybe the chaos outside is just an echo of the storms within me,
And maybe the true journey is not outward, but into the depths of my being.
Every morning, when I put on my mask to face the world,
I whisper to myself that I am more than the clothes I wear, more than the fears that haunt me,
I am a constellation of thoughts, dreams, and emotions, hidden beneath a sky of skin and bones.
So I step into chaos, with a heart trembling but determined,
To embrace my shadows and lights, to accept my vulnerabilities and strengths,
For only by facing the world can I discover who I truly am,
An eternal dance between concealment and revelation, between fear and courage, between me and the world.
Open the Silver State
And get things straight
About this issue spreading isolation that breeds hate
Open the Silver State
Maybe the anti-social sickness enemy will take the bait
By having some fun
And when it is done
A confession may come
Let the other forty nine states know
And the Coronavirus stage name will take the hint than go
Feeling guilty about its mask guard aid show
For it doesn’t belong here
Preventing those from wiping a tear
While digging into the steak courtesy of a local steer
When this is over
Covid 19 will be put in a folder
An enemy whose script dialogue was rated colder
Leaving the world healing an infection
Based on safety rhetoric and results from a nose inspection
I'm visiting the ailing and confined
in a grey industrial town.
The elderly, the bed ridden,
the halt and the lame,
all high on my list.
A hard sleet drives
needles into my skin as I duck my neck
inside my coat collar
then rap on the paint peeled door.
No answer, wait shivering in the cold.
Silence.
Tricky. Should I enter,
call the police, call for a help?
The doorknob turns easily in my cold hand.
There she is; back bedroom,
bundled under dirty sheets.
The smell of decay is overpowering.
I don't want to do what I must do,
cold reluctant fingers pluck the sheets away.
The corpse is maybe five days old or more.
I need to vomit,
the dark brew I drank last night
rises as a burning in my throat.
This is my calling, this unwrapping of death,
and not the first or the last cadaver I shall uncover.
Once more I wonder just who appointed me
to be an Angel of Death in this world?
Too late I remember I have surgical gloves
in my bag, anyway,
nothing anyone can do for her now.
I hope the dead help me live with their burden
for a little while yet,
for I am sick of God and his party tricks.
quote:"We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone.
Orson Welles"
until then i bade goodbye
left family with wet eyes
new realm to study in USA
hopes were high in all our hearts
Until then time was fleeting
months passed fast becoming years
finally after long time
got warm hugs from family
finally I meet a girl
got married I had to leave
after long six long months wait
saw her happy face again
she went to see her parents
felt home sick living alone
there she died of heart attack
hoping to unite our souls