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Words Of Wisdom And Power
“smart you” - sis
“go get paid” - LL
“she has full capability” - LL
“you are a natural leader” - aunt C
“honored working with you” - LL
“you are the only person I’d give the credit to” - MM
“QQ, be selective of your spouse” - 3rd aunt
“earn money silently” - mo
“you are tiny but mighty” - RL
“you are a smart cookie.” - KY
“don’t date man who is more than 10 years than you” - MM
“you are overly responsible” - MM
“not many people have strong Qi like you” -MG
“you are balanced.” LW
“not just a Master’s degree” - MH
“Sierra, you are self-resilient” - LW
“Marvel by your calmness” - AA
“the most organized person I’ve ever known” - PL
“you’ve accomplished so much, do not sell yourself short” - LAK
“what is the best for Sierra” - MM
“admire your business talents” - AA
“focus on self-care” -mo
"be sure he treats you well" - LCC
At the foot of Burgos’ Castle
Looking toward its beautiful Cathedral
I learned what it means:
"To tide down by the pylon"
Or "to go down to the Moor Muza."
From waist down
It was the first time
I saw and rarely admired
My girlfriend's chestnut or mussel.
The hair around it
Reached almost to her knees.
I wanted sex
And to do it like the calf and she calf
From Quintanar de la Sierra do
But she told me no
That, first, tide down to the pyle
Or to go down to the Moor Muza
As I wished
And adorn the banks of her mussel
With the two chevalieres we brought
Because " so this delicacy
From a pretty and sandunguera woman
Will taste better."
I grabbed the two chevalieres
A typical Burgos sweet
Cracking them hard on their chestnut
Making a paste of milk
Flour, butter, and yeast
Sugar, egg, and a pinch of salt
Plus the tartar from her big lips
And cute nymphs
Plus that sticky nectar that flowed
From her and meatus.
I began to lick and eat
With an infinite hunger
Lifting my tongue from her anus
To the top of her Venus’ Mount
Biting her ********
As if it were a man's cock.
She realized
In a non-fake ******
That I was getting hard.
Sweetly, she said to me:
"Bring here that your hill with two eggs"
Taking it with her hand.
I don't know where she's taking it.
She didn't take it to the path between her two ****
Nor along the paths of the anus.
She took it to a blackberry bush
And there, almost, she killed it bleeding!
We didn't have sex.
She said to me:
-I think you'll be happy
With this wonderful snack you've had
Of partridge or rabbit
Of turtledove or quail
Adorned with local chevalieres.
Maybe another day
Your redwing will enter my nest
Or Il eat that your cream filling churro.
We set off along the path that leads
To the Church of Saint Stephen
Hopping, skipping, and singing:
By Maurice Chevalier’s
"Paris Will Always Be Paris".
Without realizing it
I was walking with my fly half open
Saying she to me immediately:
Come back, come back to our place of love
I left my panties in the grass.
I answered her smiling:
- You¡
I'll buy you another one
Or go without it
That so You wear it much cooler
And better.
Oh my Sierra Leone!
The only land that I own,
I pledge to thee, to bring peace, love, development and unity,
Sadly I act for my interest without any loyalty.
I betray each and every promise to thee I made,
Skinning thy people whom I opted to aid.
I know even though you are independent, but thou dependth on me,
To lead thee to freedom, unity and prosperity.
Each and every day my act caused thee to bleed
I feed thee with hunger, nurture in thee my very corrupt seed.
Shamelessly I speak of my love for thee,
When thine legs I cut, thine eyes blind so thou cannot see.
Even though I pledged to serve thee at all time,
I made thee my servant, serving me at thine prime
I put my interest above yours,
Betraying thy love and trust.
We harboured a dream
Believing freedom would bring us joy
We sought to liberate ourselves
From the shackles of colonial reign
Freedom arrived, vast and unrestrained
To our prayers God answered
"So help me God, so help me God,"
He endowed us with the spirit to persevere.
He fortified us to navigate
Through civil strife and turmoil
We triumphed over Ebola, COVID we defeated
Yet, why do we lament over Kush?
Where did we go wrong?
How did we evolve into a fractured nation
Polarized in beliefs and thoughts—
What happened to the melody of our anthem?
Where is the love we pledge?
Do we still serve her faithfully?
On the west coast of Africa
Stands there, the realm of liberty, Sierra Leone
She hosts men of but no clone
Many of her descendants are erudite
These men of controversies
Who seem to read only their self-verses
With their longing for power
Causing peaceful chaos in this blessed land.
The countrypeople are lopsided:
Some breed violence
Because they have always swept off peace;
Some chase equanimity away
Because they have dug and buried love
Minds of countermove
All these encumber development
And yet we profess nation building
Which is not so.
Albeit the strifes and brawls
If we be transformed in positive measure
We can still swim in the pool of country pleasure
Endowed in the fountain of peace
We should watch not ourselves of brag
But overshadowed by the whitish color of our flag
Our anthem of uniqueness.
O how bright it is to unite, to come together!
If we do this
With the anchor of ‘Together we rise’
By the weapon of oneness
Like those builders of Babel’s tower
We shall surely progress in building our nation in an hour
And in a unified coexistence.
Speck Of Dust
A cloud took on the third phase of development
Grew with weather that came of age
With it dust particles in disarray were captured
Wind held them tight as wind might do
Mountains claimed them once aptly as their own
One dust speck broke free from this catastrophe
Longed for the monument top again with its giant friend
The sierra known as home, the western range
Being the peak of existence, Earth
The cloud tells another story
Takes water, dust and air into its care
Turns particles white and with the dust, transforms to other colors
Sometimes to the hues of tan, yellow or even gray
Brown tints form around the edges when coming on to night
Desert orange, usually quiet but grounded
Powdered soft, welcomed change, not alarmed
Dust speck escaped all the glamour for more solid ground
Fell back to earth
Got lost with ranges, staged etchings against the sky
Remained there, held down by rain
A pinnacle of success for such a tiny thing
Back again once more
When dark shadows of war fell
And cries of anguish rang like bells
Streets stained, the skies of Sierra Leone torn
The hope of this nation was lost and gone.
Through those dark clouds, a light arose
A force for peace, worries deposed
ECOMOG came with a mission crystal as clear
To drive away the reign of fear.
Through jungle paths and smelly streets
They battled on, defying defeat
With every step and with every stand
They stitched together a broken land
This is the power of unity, you see—
An African brother lifting another free.
One finger alone can't lift a stone;
It takes a union to build a home.
I pause to listen to the silence –
I am one with the million befores
and the afters and at great peace
amid the soundless, immense harmonies.
I become the rhythm of the spheres
and part of that oneness orchestration,
both absorbed and apart in a light,
too orderly to be but blind chance.
There must be purpose to the whole
that transcends reason and goes beyond
the despair of nothing. I become the Cosmos
not the chaos and within I am part.
There is a miracle to existence
and its exquisite, ephemeral beauty.
To hike to Garnet Lake is to be without,
wherein, without, I find my within.
Seed has been sown
Plead leave us alone
Need is well known
Greed has still grown
Breed should disown
Heed pay to the tone
Creed they do hone
Feed the tech throne
Read how AI’s flown
Teed up by stuff we own
Bleed artists dry bemoan
Disagreed its just on loan
Deed for which won’t atone
Speed of the takeover shown
Agreed dosh their only cologne
Cede control then cover blown
Concede another culture cyclone
Pete’s hunks need more testosterone
Cash spunks on brash tatt tw*t clone
Junk AI monks are our new chaperone
Us all chunks of the prankster toblerone
Or debunk gangster sunk like Al Capone
Stampede like fossil fuel vulture & ozone
Guaranteed more war in store using a drone
Succeed and it will be society’s gravestone
Swede dazzled then frazzled by your phone
Supersede just show a bit of backbone
Knead our own head instead we all moan
Refereed by us or burns like Sierra Leone
Impede vent & hell bent they’re accident prone
Lead the way we say kill shrill capitalist crone
Freed the tech giants are finally overthrown
Mead swig sunk get drunk in that party zone
Weed smoked of course a big fat skunk cone…
DINOSAURS
Let me take out my thesaurus
And talk about them stinky dinosaurs
I have my own theory on the Mesozoic Era,
First I'll share my reason on the Continental Drift
Who's to blame for the disconnection of our jagged sierra?
It could've been the Jurassic reptiles that caused the world to split!
My favorite meat eater is the ferocious Allosaurus
Sharp claws- sharp teeth,
terrorizing all the dinos walking on all fours.
Sneaking up while they eat and gaze the veggie heath.
Striping away chunks & chunks of meat!!!
A prehistoric predator eating his way to the top.
Preying on other dinos as if they where all pork chop.
I also like the silly Velociraptors!
These carnivores gathered and hunt in packs.
Should I call these wanna be birds 'gangsters'?
Since they had each others backs!
I also like that funny looking pea brain Stegosaurus
Look how his tiny little head is attached to that gigantic body.
I bet that dino was the dumbest of all dinosaurs
Once again imagine an 80 foot long Diplodocus,
or, a 90 foot long Apatosaurus- also known as the Brontosaurs.
Along with the largest known 45 foot tall Brachiosaurus.
Can you imagine a herd of these dinos over 40 feet tall.
Leaving a path of destruction like a tornado.
Turning the earth upright, tumbling the ground with one fall
Flying high in that sky, swooping down to the seas.
In the Pteranodon eyes, every thing looked like Pease.
Don't think I forgot about Mr.. T.Rex
How funny he looks with them little claw like hands,,
A nightmare in his own neighbor hood,
A scavenger, prowling to see what he could eat next
What a big O' bully that Tyrannosaurus Rex.
Lets not forget about the 3 horn Triceratop.
I wonder how long it took Mr.T.Rex to bring Sara to a drop
Last but not least
I like the little egg thieves
Hiding and kidnapping all them babies,
before they hatched, into their herds like armies.
Now that could be a theory to the real Dinosaurs Evolution.
One can't really say why the dinosaurs went away
Maybe the climate, or a star explosion leaking out radiation.
Scientist don't know why dinosaurs had an expiration!
I have a crazy thought!
Maybe all them egg eaters ate the dinosaurs into extinction.
By:P.D.