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Premium Member He Has Anointed His Nature All Creation- My Spokenword

He has anointed 
All his creation
He has anointed his nature 
All created look up and see the sky blue
 Ever true 
God's heavenly vintage view 
Radiant the substance the circumstance broad
 Is his environment 
He has spoken mouth created wide open 
Spills the rain fill the lane the land
 Falling falls views
 Look up see the sky blue 
He has anointed his nature all creation 
Validating recreating let His love purpose flow 
Through come upon me 
Survival of the drought becomes upon me 
I am hungry for the world starving for God's words
Feed me Lord holy Spirit
I deserve to be heard
This found in me 
He has anointed His creation all His nature


Premium Member Longevity Blest by God

Living long with gratitude mirth
my heart prays to abide in God against hope's dearth
sharing warm bond with family of loving worth
enjoying home-paradise in our heaven on earth
while serving upon ministerial fortress-berth...

Indeed, longevity as gift of the Lord by His grace
is a blessing against rigorous survival race*
since it shows divine mercy with compassion ways
propelling faith in persevering along worshipful praise 
while delighting in life of triumphant, vibrant and radiant days.

*Hebrews 12:1-2 12 Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us, Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God.

May 21, 2026
Honorable Mention, "1483" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by	Brian Strand; judged on 6/26/2026
Form: Rhyme

In Life I See

in life i see  
selfish people 
as the most
 wicked people 
in this world
look around you
 and tell me
 if am lieing
a selfish man 
never care
never have feeling
never have emotion
 for others and
 the worst leaders 
u can have
 is a selfish leaders 
a contry with
 selfish leaders 
is equal to a dead 
or failed contry, 

in life I see
i asked too many question 
why africans have a hard life
why we must fight too hard
to  have basic need of life
while we have all it takes 
to live beyond porverty
so many people 
say to me dont 
even worry or think about it
cos it will always be this
 hard life way and can never change
but i disagree becos 
i see my people 
with a fighting spirit of survival
i see my people
 pushing too close 
to the promise land
but what i dont see
 is a leader 
i mean i dont 
see a moses
to get my people 
out of egpty(poverty)........

in life I see
all i see is selfish leaders
leaders that are 
on a mission without a vission
leaveing the people with confussion
that why u see 
all u see in africa today
also with the underground 
work of the coronal masters
is funny how a blessed continent 
like africa will be the 
laughing stock 
of the so called intelligent human
why on the street of africa
there are more poverty 
than u can ever imagine
i always ask why? 
 also i wonder if there is a true leader without a selfish intrest in africa
why too many cry of the poor in africa
if we have true leaders
i also always ask
why the heartless
 black politicians fail to understand
that the voice of the people 
is the voice of GOD 
why are they so blind to see the dieing talent....(youngblood) 
that can help to improve 
the living standard of africa
is funny cos i see 
 change comeiing soon
is  funny that someone will ask  how? 
my reply to this fellow is simple the egyptians u see today
soon u shall see them no more
a metaphor
simple means that 
in few years to come(no matter how long) the selfish leaders u see today will never exit no more it will be a history to my unborn kids.....
you doubt me then why is change the constant thing in life, GOD BLESS U,GOD BLESS AFRICA, PEACE.
Form: Epic

Preserved in Paper

The words you wrote returned to me like a tide breaking against a cliff—inescapable and unforgettable. I remember the nights I pressed my love into a violet grape envelope, trembling as if the paper could carry the pulse of my desire across a distance that was never physical, but formed of invisible walls, cultivated from my own fears. Your letters were lifelines, that help me build a bridge that bore me through the moments when I wanted to runaway, when avoidance convinced me that closeness was dangerous.

And now we are here, having fought every instinct to pull away, your love gave me the strength to wrestle with my own defences until they no longer keep me from you. It's such a joy to feel your body beside mine, to hear the cadence of your voice, to trace the contours of your face with my fingers—it is all more than I imagined in those nights of longing. The distance that held me captive seemed insurmountable has dissolved into certainty, and now I am finally present, wholeheartedly.

The letters remain, stacked like mementoes of survival, they mark the journey that brought us here. Every word pressed into ink reminds me that love endured when I could not always show it.

Holding you now, I feel the culmination of longing, ache, fear transformed into presence. You are no longer a vision at the edge of dreams—you are the reality I have fought to reach. I am entirely yours, and I remain wholly in your arms, no longer at a distance from the love I have always carried for you.

Ever yours faithfully

Education:

Mother always said that education would lead us to the land of success
Mother always had away of making education fun
Mother said a little hard work and devotion never harmed anyone

Mother believed that hope and faith worked hand in hand
Mother always had away with words
Mother once said that education would make you a fisherman of all fishermen

I never understood what mother meant
Until I grew out of childhood and became a man
Little children listen to the words of the wise

Education is the food of survival
Without it you will wither
Like the leaves on the tree top on a cold wintery night

The wind will blow violently against your branches
And not even your charm or your good looks will be able to stand its might
Lack of education would be your downfall

So listen to the words of the wise that no longer walks the pathway of a fool
I too was a child 
But now I am a man

Mother was right
Education opens the doorway to great things.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Mingle

"I'm not afraid of storms, for I'm learning how to sail my ship." — Louisa May Alcott.

The rain and sleet mingle together.
     Wayward winds weigh me down,
     Wetting my poor old clothes thoroughly.
I walk alone through deep pools,
How can I not be shivering in the storm?

The wraithlike winds increase the wetness of my face,
Water seeps down my tattered clothes.
      I curse the closed shops and unsheltered houses.
      How can I survive this miserable downpour?
Dark Cimmerian clouds cover the whole city.
The forces of weather mingle thoroughly.
          I find no respite in such a mingle of a cyclone.

Let thunder wreak havoc in the hurricane,
I’ll find my strength by hook or by crook.
     I’ve learned there is a shelter I’ll find,
     A change of clothes, a purge of soul:
A mingle of hope, survival, and resilience
That somehow will cleanse my heart and teach it love.


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Premium Member Androgny

Is a little bit of me, of him, the earth, and the air 
It’s hurting deep inside, but never showing a care
 It’s accepting life as it comes, whether just or unfair
 It’s only consulting with the man upstairs
 The Supreme seer that supplies my needs 
And count my hairs 
It’s accepting that I’m worth more than a fling on my back
 It’s bringing forth life from clay and dirt
 Suffering through pain and hurt
 Labeled as Mother Earth docile and sweet 
Yet, capable of full attack and bringing the heat
 Androgyny is... Knowing when to bite my tongue 
And making a stand for self 
It knows when to love someone else and when to put them back on the shelf
 Androgyny is… tasting the sweet fruits of success and accepting the ills of defeat
 it’s being a lioness in the sheets
 A conqueror in the streets 
It’s bringing the wicked to their feet 
Then switching it back to sexy and sweet 
Androgyny never...  Denies the desires of a physical man 
But only implies there’s some of him in me and me in him 
Sometimes more than he’ll ever understand 
It’s realizing that he’s nothing without me and without him
 Our existence breaks the chain 
It’s accepting that mankind’s survival is the only reason why I got sex on the brain
 Androgyny is... not about game playing, bed hopping, and bootie laying 
It’s about structure, understanding, family, and praying 
It’s about the fusion of man and woman that bring forth child 
It’s about realizing that he and I share ribs 
What’s his is mine and what’s mine is his
 Full understanding is his job
 But, when he denies me of that totality
 He robs himself as well as God 
All the elements of life in Big, little Ol’ me 
But the who, what, and why completes the concept of Androgyny 
Most women are strong, numerous and live long
 This is my point 
Only the strong survives 
That’s why women truly run this joint
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Cooperative Learning

I think
and feel
it would be a good
and healthy change
if schools,
at all levels,
and parents
of all nations,
taught our young
more about win/win cooperative
thriving passions for resilience
than win/lose competitive
surviving dispassions from dissonance.

Even better,
and more urgently primal,
seminal,
revolutionary,

We might become a good
and healthy climate wave for change
if students and teachers 
and children and parents
and listeners and preachers,
followers and leaders
listened to our young and old
with more win/win compassionate hugs
than win/lose competing survival detachments,
neglects,
disconnected abuses
learned through lifetimes of wounds
and non-win/win potential integrity
fractures,

Deeply and widely learned
from struggling unfree/unsafe parents
and robotic behavior-commodified,
multiply and then divide,
left-brain dominant teachers
and schools
and monocultures
and nationalistic nonself-governors.

Does Our Survival Depend On Getting Off Our Planet

In the vast expanse of cosmic grace,
Our tiny world spins, a fragile embrace.
Mankind, a speck on this celestial stage,
Contemplates its destiny with hope and rage.

Do we look to the heavens with fear in our eyes,
Seeking salvation in distant starlit skies?
Or shall we believe that our fate lies here,
Nurturing Earth, our cradle so dear?

With every advance, technology's stride,
We venture to worlds that we dream to abide.
Mars beckons, the Moon calls our name,
But is this the answer to our survival's claim?

Should we build rockets to seek refuge afar,
Escape the blight we have caused, this scar?
Or do we address the root of our plight,
Heal the wounds of our home, make things right?

For Earth, our mother, provides all we need,
From forests to oceans, every fertile seed.
Yet greed and destruction have marred her grace,
Putting in question our future's embrace.

Climate change looms, a warning bell tolls,
Melting ice caps, rising seas, eroding our goals.
Species vanish, ecosystems teeter and sway,
Can we save ourselves if we stray far away?

The answer lies not solely in cosmic escape,
But in stewardship of Earth, for our survival's sake.
We must cherish her resources, treat them with care,
Embrace sustainable living, breathe cleaner air.

With innovation and science, let us devise,
Ways to heal and restore, to be truly wise.
Renewable energy, eco-friendly solutions,
Preserve our planet, the ultimate resolution.

So, as we gaze at the stars, let us not forget,
That our destiny's tethered to this terrestrial set.
The answer to our question, "Can we endure?"
Lies not in abandoning Earth, but making her pure.

For our survival, dear friends, rests in our hands,
To protect and preserve, as nature commands.
Let us not forsake this celestial abode,
But cherish it deeply, for it's our only ode.

WALK, TALK

Tick tock says the clock
Time to 
Walk, talk, 
exact
pain or gain
says the clock
Pray you don't fall prey
slack mouth lacks
Wanting no seizing
From season to season
No reason for ridicule
A reason for a silence
Resilience, shame
Tamed fame, no frame
Fascinating



Pain; Playing victim
All time while 
medicine to heal
Ease on you

Gain; Territory expands
Gratitude and love
Yield bountifulness


Walk; In others 
Others walk
So in you
Clothes covers scars
Lay your bed
So you lay on it


Talk; To others
Others talk
So to you
Respect is
To be 
Reciprocated

Prey; Begging for attention
To be valuable
Discriminating
Unaware of self
Uniqueness

Slacking; Unused brain
Speaking 
clones
laziness
Instead 
Observing
Flapping
flutter's you

Lacking; Self confidence
Discipline
Brings denials
Attaining
Acquiring
Restricted

Wanting; Instant gratification
Losing focus
Settling for anything
Granted desires

Seizing; Always consistent
Taking without 
Reciprocating
Updated version
Of snatcher
Swiftly
snitches get stitches

Season; goes around
Comes around giving
What you gave
Relentlessly
Unapologetic-ally

Reason; for living
Decision to make
Consequences
You see clear
Before 
Action
Reaction

Ridicule; Bulling the bull
Ought 
Take by horn
A worthwhile 
Ride
Love don't cracks
Ego does
Pride
Sacrifice
Power

Silence; smooth in action
Fast
soundless in nature
Powerful
Creation 
Liberation
Hesitation

Resilience; Attitude say all
Gratitude
Gateway
Misfortune
Gave
Up

Shame; Indifference
passableness
Gain
Pains
Mindset matters
Time reviews

Tamed; trained 
easier to control
Master no craft
Slave to others
self motivations
Survival mood

Fame; Without integrity
notability
Important
Dishonest
Division
Seekers


Frame; Physically portraying
Building 
Lies
Manipulating
Minds
CLONES
Do as I say
actions matters

Fascinating; Alluring contents
Preys are so lovely
Be aware 
Devourer
Insatiable

Bird eats ants
Ants eats birds
Live or die
Talk to inspire
Walk to heal
Says the clock.
Form: Englyn

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