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With the tears of yesterday let's build today. Not for greed like our oppressors but for equality. The past will not be rewritten but the choices we make will determine our our success or fall. Don't be fooled by the trimmings of the leaders who encourage crime like our oppressors, but for the inclusion and ownership of our business and our wealth to be dispersed amongst its citizens . Unless we collectively enforce this call we will always be the slaves of the wealthy. On the world stages our people are rich in wealth but forget their brothers and sisters who lives in poverty in Africa, thus ensuring that we will always be enslavement to the oppressors. We are full now is the time for unity amongst the divisions .the call to unite is our duty to take back our resources that is given for peanuts and returned to us for our wealth. The elite will only use us as they have proven by giving only to their own while we wait for handouts just to feed ourselves. Rise to the call of incision and equality. don't run to Europe and America who promises wealth and takes everything just to enslave you again . one Africa for the people of Africa.
She wakes up early in the morning every day
Comes back at night worn, that I could say,
A bank account she keeps just for the kicks
For each time the little money she picks
Evaporates out of her hands
Finding solutions to problems, as many there are sands.
It is all survival, just for you to breathe,
Or your lips could look like they've been under bleach.
She takes care of a vast family tree,
Hard working as she is as a bee:
She watched her sisters grow under her care
Whose children could possibly be walking with bellies bare.
For her brothers she had an unending love
The other died and he went above,
Leaving behind his two young boys,
They float on her love like buoys;
You could never dream they are bastards
Her own children are a cut above the rest
In simpler terms the very best.
Yet this woman never seems to tire,
In her heart she has a burning love fire;
It keeps her going, and on she goes:
Does God ever bless people?
Will he bless this woman
And all those in the world like her?
I've always been a mellow
type of fellow
Laidback like dem seats
in that Cadillac
Yeah! Real chill like that
sleek '73 Deville
Even as a little boy,
The jukebox was my toy
Sweet rhythms of life
abating all ills and strife
A manchild in a candy store
Robust bass, lovely strings, classy keys,
Harmonic horns...Need I say more?
No worries! I will continue___
so vast, so deep, so true
Riding that old country road,
just shaking off the load
Hip-Hopping to the urban ghetto
Tupac and Biggie fo sho'
Miles and Miles of Trane
jazzing through the sun and rain
Blues up, blues down, blues all around
Willie Dixon and that Chess Records sound
Feeling it deep in my spirit and heart
The voice of Mahalia Jackson I can't depart
Luther Vandross to Bob Marley
Bob James to Uncle Charlie
Madonna to Marvin Gaye
Earth, Wind & Fire to Coldplay
Jimi Hendrix to Janis Joplin
Stephanie Mills to Phil Collins
Blondie to Muddy Waters
Whitesnake to Crystal Waters
The Beatles to Bobby Bland
Sam Cooke to Duran Duran
Jackie Wilson to Jackson 5
Otis Redding to the Maroon 5
Cassandra Wilson to the Doobie Brothers
Earl Klugh to the Pointer Sisters
Regina Belle to James Brown
Patti LaBelle to Chris Brown
(Pause)
Man! I think I'd better stop
Before I start talking about Prince
and the King of Pop
But I have a confession to make
Please hear me out; it's not fake
I can't help it; I'm a melophile
Now, excuse me while I go tune
in for a while
THIS CORONAVIRUS IS IN MANY MANY PLACES
STATES, AND DIFFERENT PLACES
LET US PRAY
FROM DAY TO DAY
PLEASE DO NOT PANIC
TAKE THE NECESSARY STEPS AS NEEDED
AS WERE TOLD
WASHING OF HANDS
SANITIZING THEM TOO
LOOKING OUT FOR OTHERS, AS FOR YOU TOO
STAYING PROTECTED
NOT BEING NEGLECTED
A SURVIVAL MODE
MY HEART GOES OUT TO THE ONES THAT WE LOST
WE MUST TRUST IN GOD
THE WORLD IS IN A TURNAROUND
NOTHING TO HARD FOR GOD
MY PRAYERS FOR ALL
DAY BY DAY, MY PRAYERS THAT GOD WILL MAKE A WAY
THE DAILY NEWS SPREADS WIDE ABROAD
COME TOGETHER MORE AND LOVE ONE ANOTHER
MY SISTERS AND BROTHERS.
EACH OTHER WE HELP
COMING TOGETHER
IN POVERTY OR MIDDLE-CLASS, OR IN RICHES AND WEALTH
THE WORLD, WITH LOTS OF BOYS AND GIRLS
BABIES, LADIES, AND GENTLEMEN
IN THE PUBLIC WE ALL COME TOGETHER IN UNITY.
LET US CONTINUE TO PRAY FOR THE BETTER.
Nehemiah 8:10
"He said to them, go, eat the choice things and drink what is sweet, and send portions of food to those who have nothing prepared, for this day is holy to our lord, and do not feel sad, for the joy of god is your stronghold."
In troubled times I take great comfort in reading God's Words
They remind me that man is incapable of guiding his own steps
and will only find true joy by pleasing and honoring Him.
To offer my help to brothers and sisters who are in need
is an act of humble kindness, and follows Jesus' example.
He healed the sick, fed the poor through miracles,
giving those inflicted, hope and faith that someone cared.
Through him, God's power enabled them to believe in Him,
and ended their hardship in time of sorrow and despair.
I know that with God's help, all things will be made right.
I walk in fear of displeasing Him, and fear not mortal man.
I am not a cup bearer to a king, but His praises I proclaim.
With faith like Nehemiah, I will not bend if I'm opposed
My joy comes from pleasing my Father, and doing His will.
I rejoice in thanks for the many blessings He bestows
on lowly humans, such that I am, whose sins are many.
There is reason to hope with the sunrise of each new day,
I hear it when songbirds sing, and in the whispering wind.
I see the beauty of His creations, every where I look...
in mountain streams, and dreams of a promised paradise.
Joy, to me is a view of moonlight and a star filled sky.
In solemn prayer I offer Him my life as a willing slave.
I feel the warmth of His hand on my shoulder when I pray
I have no wall to repair, nor temple to honor in His name,
but with a faithful heart, I respond to His love and mercy
for when God finds joy in me, He is my suit of armor.
September 15, 2020
Joy of the Lord Poetry
Sponsor~Regina McIntosh
From * to * some lyrics from June in January, songwriters: Leo Robin and Ralph Rainger. A love song played at my parents’ wedding, lyrics apropos to this pandemic and encouragement of offspring. Both my mom and granddaughter share the name June. Mom and Dad were married in January. This poem intertwines my collegiate granddaughter and my mother.
JUNE IN JANUARY
Her personality spectacles, snow white and round, accompanied by a draws-them-in smile. She keeps busy with braille’s colorful yarns. Her fingers adeptly move through this historicity. Tight friends - sorority sisters, musicians and peculiar books. Specially, the twisting of knots that form gifts and friendships, learned at a grandmother’s knees and perfected in perpetuity. Boredom slows the clock but artistry cheerfully challenges the drought, plenipotentiaries practiced alongside her studies. Her fingers diversify, twirl like graceful ballerinas, glide alongside an alternative timeline. Mindset of keeping-it-togetherness, learned with a jettisoned broken arm. The doctor said bones would grow stronger, as they set. She answered the door, handed out Chinese food. Her perpetual performance kinetic from youth. We bow for her as she jumps for joy, joy lingers when she leaves the room. It’s June in January. Her namesake’s song framed in this claustrophobic space, forging forth pathways of importance, erasing the cancerous effects of doldrums and festering pain. June in January blossoms.
*A clouded moon creeps across the clouded sky
Winds of January sigh and moan
And yet it's June.
I can see a sky of blue…
The snow is just white blossoms
That fall from above…
The night is cold
The trees are bare
But I can feel the scent of roses in the air.*
12/21/2020
Part of the speech of Martin Luther King
Bless Him for seeking God and better life
Song by Blind Boys of Alabama
I have a dream that one day down in Alabama with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, one day right down in Alabama little Black boys and Black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers. I have a dream today.
I am from Alabama and was born about 10 years after his assassination. I went to a mixed school and I am so happy this was achieved.
To be able to look past color and all just want to get along. The Love of God flowing through MLK to want to achieve this dream should leave one in awe.
That he just seeked to be equal. To show love to those who hate.
And I wander how this ever came to be from future generations before me . This hate one day has got to be seen it's source is Satan, that is out to destroy, cause division and kill.
I am sure MLK would be happy in the progress
which has taken place. But now we even have bigger problems it seems with black on black, white on white, black on white. every race , religion I can't leave any out, even down to own households and most importantly oneself.
If one has hate dwelling within for anyone really, they should seek the source from within that is out to destroy ones soul. I saw alot of hatred growing up but something inside within could not go along with it. I have found it's the promise of the spirit from Jesus all our souls are longing for peace ,love and joy. When this love comes within you will just love all and pray that another could be transformed into a Child of God. If God could just dip this earth in the living water all at once and give this world an awakening to start over. Surely, I can't be the only one thinking this. This whole world in a whole is out of chaos. Let's pray for the spirit promised pours out across this earth that's available in this moment for a dying world. We just need some walking around for other to say I want what's it this one within.
Seek Jesus to separate old self and place that in the grave to receive new spiritual body.
We can not be good in our own will but when we give up the fight within we shall find rest, peace , love and joy in abundance.
I beseech thee to
answer
Is there still
hope???
Forgetting their
vows of chaste they
become lecherous
Fighting for power,
they become
ambitous.
Their actions make
people shock
For they forget why
they put on the
cassock.
Respect for God, our
clergies no longer
have
But so greedy with
the things they
have.
They make not,
benedictions to
empty pockets
But go for the rich
to enrich
themselves.
Churches are now
business centers for
money
Clergies bless only
those who make the
offertory box full.
SO BROTHER, IS THERE
STILL HOPE??
They stand as if
pious to duty
But pious are they,
to money.
They check not the
motor
But go for “500frs”
which is their
motto.
They can be seen
standing with zeal
Hands stretch, they
stand still
First, they stamp
After collecting
bribe, they champ
SO SISTER, IS THERE
STILL HOPE??
The rich live
mysteriously
And enjoy themselves
like angels
While the poor live
in mysery
And die because of
negligence.
TO YOU, IS THERE
STILL HOPE??
Embezzlement in
Cameroon is a virtue
It is practised in
all offices
Thieves go in broad
daylight unscathed
While the innocent
ones are caught and
they cant fight.
My country is said
to be democratic
But elections have
never been smooth
For a score and
ten, the president
has stayed in power
Using deceit and the
gun to rule.
IS THIS HOW IT
SHOULD BE??
Virgins have now
liquidated
themselves
They prefer being
ravishe.
Whores, they become
in quest for money;
My black girls don’t
like their colour
They strive to be
whites
Thus, monsters they
become in a bid to
peel their skin
Very few believe in
“black is beauty.”
Brothers copulate
sisters
While fathers
copulate daughters.
IS THERE STILL HOPE?
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Kelp Seaworthy report is dated three days out
here's your host:
Kelp Seaworthy!
Kelp:)....................fans: fansand those who love wrestling: and those of you
who just like good wrestling fun, we have news about the supercard
headed your way.
(pauses) talk around the office, is that the formation
of Alliance WAWA is underway and headed to a arena near you.
independent wrestling associations have aligned to to it all over again
the specular of the year
when it's time to put up or shout up.
once a year the Independant leagues of wrestling
gather to crown a Trophy champion
this man is recognized as the
World Heavyweight champion
20 men and twenty leagues come together
under on roof to recognize a World Champion, but this year is totally different.
before the supercard the tournment of champions will take place
in Canada, Japan Brazil and California. The mega event is sheduled for
The Maple Leaf Gardens,
where the finaist will compete against the Awa champion to crown
the World HeavyWeight Champion.
Contracts have been signed and megers have created Power pacts, but one thing you can rest asure of is that the awa World Champion
will represent the future of wrestling, and who ever is crown World Champion through the touyrnament, will have to out wrest, out fight, and compete with
this man. " The BigSky" the world heavyweight Champion he's from Red Cloud Nebraska, and he's the Worlds heavyweight champion.
The BigSky.....CROWN RIBBON AND BAND, PINCH THE CREASE AND YOU HAVE THE SKY, tHE bIGSKY, EVERYBODY IS TALKING ABOUT SOMETHING AND YOU KNOW THE BIGSKY SOMETIME THINKS THAT SOMETHING IS TALKING ABOUT EVERYBODY, AND WHAT THEY ARE ALL SAYING, IS THE BIGSKY HAS SET HIS SELF APART FROM EVERYTHING AND EVERYBODY, CAUSE THE BIGSKY IS THE WORLD'S HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, YOU CAN CHEER AND BOO TELL YOUR FACE TURNS BLUE, BUT YOU WILL STAND IN ATTENDANCE AND SAY
THE BIGSKY IS ABOVE ALL ELSE AND THE BIGSKY IS THE WORLDS HEAVYWEIGHT WRESTLING CHAMPION, SOMETHING YOU CAN WRITE YOUR BROTHERS AND SISTERS ABOUT
SOMETHING NICE TO SAY. TELL YOUR DADDY WERE YOU GOT THIS ONE FROM, TELL EM I'M THE WORLDS HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION AND CAN BET ON ME IN THE FINISH!
Born a boomer, he was.
After World War 11, he appeared.
Just before The Korean War, he came.
Into poverty, Saturday noon, he landed;
Never hungry was he.
Much warmth and love.
Obeyed parents and elders too.
He also went to school every day.
Good hard-working parents, had he.
He even had the treasured luxury of a
live-in grandmother who loved him ever so
dearly. 8 sisters, 3 brothers, and a dog named
Jack; Baseball, apple pies, and Sunday Church.
Let it be known that this boomer was surrounded by dreamers.
He lived among a proud people that never asked for much.
Everybody worked hard, and some also drank hard liquor.
Like today, all around the world, people up; people down.
The hand full of the very rich, contrasting with the truck loads
of the very hard-working poor, who endured the toil and bore the shame.
But they did not waste their time and energy playing the 'blame game'.
No time for steaming, they went to work every day and kept on dreaming.
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