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July 28, 2020
Early Morning Thoughts
Of: Miracle Man
I sit in the shady side of years,
Enjoying a gentle breeze whispering through the air.
With memory, being yellowed by time,
I explore the question, will good survive these harsh times?
Riots everywhere, political upheavals, and protests,
seem to have become the norm,
and are conducive only to provocative dialog.
As thoughts murmur to me, waves of life batter my ship,
leaving me to contemplate, will calmer days ever return?
Before we can have true peace with others,
we must first make peace with God, then ourselves.
The one dream that permeates my thoughts,
giving me a blissful candle of hope,
is that empty souls would be filled, before it’s too late.
Tom
John 14:6
King James Bible
Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.
THAT ELUSIVE PEACE
For today i feel so drained...
EmotionallY and physically..
but my inner fire still glows..
Ever so bright - and i feel alright
for av found new friends- poetry soup
an avenue to pour them emotions out..
these mind swirling emotions
that lie swelled up within me
blinding my sun and dimming..
dimming my soon shinning star
But that inner fire...
still burns ever so bright..
that no amount of upheavals
will ever dim...
and the anger inside me
sacrificed to my inner fire
extinguishes pent up..
hard feelings.. rejuvenating my joy
May be perhaps that elusive- inner peace
will find me tomorrow.. after am awoken
for may be its the inner peace..
knocking at the door of my soul
as i feed the fire in me..
the sacrifice of my anger...
a ray of peace for joy dwells in me
and the elusive inner peace is a guest...
elusive inner peace
by Lewis k Nyaga.
1985. We looked for signs
not so much had changed
Wars in far-flung parts –
the same-O-blame-O.
An acceptable amount of body bag counts.
Was Orwell too early to be this late?
1996. Upheavals are restricted to
marginalized mobs. Heads are talking more,
there is a nameless fear and it's getting near.
Fewer western countries are smoking, though
many simmer silently.
There was this elongated period,
decades drained away
leaving only a vague residue,
a smear of narcissistic self-indulgence
begat a numbness.
Then we began to crave more.
2024. Now we see it.
its head is a swollen tumor,
it talks in tooth bites,
monstrous cover-ups go unchallenged,
its control is iron clad.
The monster is now global,
it gobbles up dissident thought,
it re-imagines the nature of
Jello.
The only way forward now, is through
the monster's ever narrowing ********,
besides,
most now consider
the nature of the beast
to be the same that it ever was.
Sensuous as a kiss, gift of romantic dreams,
Your essence I feel as you tiptoe stealthily
Alluring sensibilities, revealing amorously
Silken ruby lips sparkling on work of beauty
Embellishing tiny dimples upon rosy cheeks;
Oh! the mystical you, loving you is euphoric.
Unannounced you titillate my life’s revelry
Mellifluous alike spring’s giggling streams
Occupying me happily on perilous journey
Lending your hand when I am trekking hills,
Jubilant visage of my life’s pristine prairies~
An enchanting emissary of proffers amatory.
When I asked a favor from a lonesome night~
Despondent, starless gloom of moonless skies
Clamoring earnestly to speed-forward time
So, bearing Venus high, the dawn could arrive;
There you stood fondly, donning flirty smile
Mesmerizing amiably in hypnotic hazel eyes.
Ah! what a bliss it is, in your endearing glee
When moments of joy life’s upheavals steal,
My darling I so adore you~ real as imagined
For you never fail to answer my every plea,
Questing realm of ecstasy elated you spree
Amid riveting reveries thrilling my fantasies.
October 6, 2021
Placed 1st: “R” Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme chosen: Romantic
Global warming's changing our world,
as deserts increase, farmland shrinks.
And ancient glaciers have no ice,
the sea's dying and the air stinks.
Weather upheavals forecast gloom,
as rivers flood altered courses.
And torrential rains drench the earth,
a shift in natural forces.
Virgin forests scared by fire's flame
leave barren soil to rot and mold.
And mountains of water-soaked mud
slide down slopes, unable to hold.
Volcanoes erupt in the depths,
birthing tsunamis at their rim.
And waves rise to devastate lives,
where water is too swift to swim.
A spotted sun bakes the ozone,
tinging twilight, ocher, and rust.
And tornados chew up the ground,
vortexes grinding life to dust.
Earth rebuffs belated efforts
it's too late for token repairs.
For Man forgot one basic rule,
nature governs earthly affairs.
(Quatrain)
0/8/2016
Each silver strand has a story to tell
I watched them all appear
As that dark haired beauty of a bride I took
Journeyed with me through the years
The first long streak of silver hair
Made the scene on that tragic day
When a driver who had too much to drink
Sent her wonderful father on his way
The second strand – on the other side
Came after a night of angst and pain
But her labor resulted in our first born son
To whom we gave her father’s name
There are strands there from the measles
And strands when I lost my job
Strands from the world’s upheavals
And strands from the night that we got robbed
But each flowing strand of silver hair
Helps frame that beautiful face
Of the brave and courageous woman
Who in my heart always has a place
How would I have the upper hand
as all around in chaos got drowned
How would I stick to a single stand
when upheavals the soul do confound.
My words whiling away an abiding journey
digging for the nectar of beauty many a well
long striving to my turmoil hide and bury
keep chill and in my secluded shell dwell.
Shall my ink change shade and scent
from dark black to the colour of blood
from the aroma of amber to an anger to vent
and pour heavy pain out of my chest flood.
So hard I tried to forge my very shield
preventing the eye to crime scenes roam
see so filthy hands evil and power wield
wiping from the world face a whole Home.
A word against a world going wrong
shall I yield to what I truly can’t handle
make time, give a chance for a poet’s song
step into the light and leave a bleak bubble.
significant and alarming rises in deaths
shootings
murders
mow the lawn
go shopping
watch football
crack open cold ones
make babies
jiggle babies on laps
significant hurricanes and tornados
there are deaths
baby showers
graduations
weddings
domestic violence is significantly up
up being a surge
of consumer consumption
of cars and televisions
anything
killings in the market place
mow the grass
grill
drink
drink more
significant rise in alcoholism
the authorities are stump
the president is stumped
the cops are leaving town
adultery is up
statisticians are stumped
sex crimes significantly up
up being a rise in blood temperature
death by misadventures
gang warfare
social unrest
funerals
upheavals of unrest at funerals
fights with fists
homicides hover over critical mass
significant amount of anger and rage
eruptions
mayhem
take the poodle to the pound
kidnap a Pitbull
mow the cat
kill the dinner
kiss the kids
divorce the mower
drink
jail
drugs
dead head
dead head the blood red roses
sing a song of freedom
~WOUNDED~
Please forgive me...
Sometimes th' hardships of life,devour Th' Lamb within
Strife n' cares of this world,often render me carnal
Pain and past failures,exhume hideous expressions of hate
Animosity it seems,pacifieth these insurrections too surely
Pardons are non~existant,in these upheavals of melancholy
The abandonings of my love,leaves my soul segregatious
Reckoning runs rampant,for seek of repression's remedy
For an cure for this curse,I long for th' day's dawning
My friends and lovers of fair,I beg your patience for my burdening
In th' finest moment in time,I hope we share bluest skies
For all hearts' desires granted,I would lay myself to rest
Even ones who loathe me,I would not allow their seclusion
If my truest of spirit and flesh,attain symmetry harmon'd...
You will see expressly how precious,you are to my delight'ng
But so many wounds exist,of battles long 'fore fought...
It is of a truth I am,from them all...dying
~AZAZA~'09
Its innocence
Undisturbed
Unpertubed
By the turbulence
Around it!
A child's innocence!
Peaceful is its sleep
Smiles on its lips
Troubles escaping it
Oblivious of the upheavals
Roaming in the adult world!
A child's innocence!
Soon! Yes, soonest!
Its smiles will give way
To hisses innumerable
Its innocence will vanish
And turbulence in its place!
A child's innocence!
Its peace will be robbed
Its purity will be raped
Its laughter will be torn
All its cries will go unheeded
By the cruel world of adulthood!
A child's innocence!
But for now
It is enjoying itself
Tomorrow is not its pain
So let it last
As long as it can!
A child's innocence!