Justice for All
time marches on
reality's fire consumes—
dreams go up in smoke
Dishonest weights, deceptive scales forsake
as chains of injustice rake the flesh
of the preyed-upon bleeding, amid wild
wolves feeding, soft sheep bleating,
protestor's pleading, jurisdictions cheating,
cajoling, wheedling, injustice repeating—
jurisprudence at the confluence
of affluence and influence
~undocumented lies exhumed
unmitigated truth entombed~
They have their thumb on the scale! We
have sussed every detail on the field of
debris, some so fiercely taking a knee,
others shot trying to flee! "I can't breathe,"
"I don't care!" Why don't they care?
Of what justice is meting beware!
One higher than the highest is watching,
waiting to signal the one riding to conquer
and complete his conquest. What's the true
future view? What more can we do
before we become past tense?
tragedies worldwide
flooding my senses daily—
fill my bag of tears
November 5, 2020
EoW (9) Conflict
Brian Strand, sponsor
Strive to drive out sleaze and sorrow from our race
Prospect and elect to inject laughter and love beneath and beyond the surface
Where we fly and cry to promote and devote principles in the ace
Life hands us
Enjoining us to kick out fuss
From our thought, plan, action and bus
Not only from our brain, heart but also from our cuticle
Promoting principle beyond a mere trickle
Although the spice of vice our fancy may tickle
But the culture and nature of our future
Matters more than the rapture
The pulse of impulse and its reverse aim to capture
In the intended handsome dividends
Lying yonder bends, blends and amends where friends
Strengthen our wobbling knees as we embrace trends
That focus energy and synergy on the ultimate prize
We reap in the wake of deleting and quitting sleaze
To rise in the grace and glory God grants without meting out any fatal fees.
Day. Night.
The very two constants of a man’s life.
They we met and must leave behind.
They race each other in a constant relay
Silently telling how much time we have left.
It all begins on a bold tarmac line.
The point where we all hear the gun let go.
The origin of the rest eager steps.
Eyes fixed, fingers gripped.
So much pep planted on a helpless line.
With stubborn hunger we set forth.
Making sure we meet up with the many legs.
Meting covered distance with foreign units.
Makings turns we never planned for.
The goal post can really get glurry.
When placed with assorted team-players
It’s hard to recall what we really want
When choked with steps not our choice.
Day. Night.
The very two constants of a man’s life.
The fingers that counts the steps we have left.
Make sure the next step truly counts.
Keep running.
Once upon a corner in the City,
An old porch of craftsmen days
Vine winding posts and bannisters and rockers,
Drawing one and all on their way.
Afternoons were busy with our mother,
Rocking, mending and meting out wisdom;
Children resting from lawn cartwheels,
The paper boy stopping for advice about courting.
Scents from the gentle boiling of beans
Blowing freely in the fresh spring air;
Shasta daisies wrapping its foundation,
Bermuda smelling fresh from mowing.
And
There was laughter and lemonade, and
Newspaper, movie magazines and song sheets.
Young marrieds’ visits – women stay at homes, then
Stars began twinkling at twilight,
Father his Chesterfield, mother rocking at his side,
Recounting their day, children gone inside,
About Mister This and Mrs. That,
Teasing and whispering undying love to each other,
Where have these gentle times gone?
My Christmas
To me Christmas is a Grand Celebration
irrespective of any religion,
world- wide accepted by every nation.
Exchange of warm wishes is prime.
Entertainment and heartiest Greeting
cheerful, joyful, beautiful meting
of friends, relatives, family and sibling
yearns to enjoy the festive time.
Happy birthday to Jesus, the Great Personality
I do not value Hinduism or Christianity.
By birth though Hindu, I honour only Humanity
the unique religion I like to follow.
Each year I decorate Christmas Tree.
I hang stars, jingle bells to swing free.
I invite my loved ones and make merry.
Bright candles are lighted and delighted to glow
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Sponsor Matt caliri
Once i lived with an uncle in a sleepy coastal town
who had a very beautiful house help from upcountry
now my male cousin Kiki desired to have a relationship
with our beautiful house help who was very lovely
One day Kiki arrives home alone he tries his advances
she flatly rejects him he then tries harder than its allowed
with no success.. later that night he is summoned by my uncle
Kiki tries best to defend himself....but is severely reprimanded
Now my Chieftain uncle is given to punishment and for Kiki
our Kiki is ordered to spend the night in the Chicken house..
not the European pet chickens these are real African chicken
complete with a rooster who scratches Kiki mercilessly
Come morning Kiki is full of scratches but he has learnt his lesson
he apologizes like his life depends on it and high tails out of the house
Safari my chieftains uncle we all love him but is know to be really hard
when it comes to meting out punishment and our Kiki had it coming
Lewis Nyaga
mambo ya pwani
Though fear is an instinctive characteristic
It is implanted by some suckers, on the society
Giving birth to an intimidating practice; hoary
That has gripped the humanity since genesis.
Exploitation is the dearest offspring of fear
That has enslaved humankind down the ages
Unleashing a reign of trepidation repeatedly
Has no parallel in the record of civilization.
Fear has equipped its armoury with progeny
In the form of weapons; perilous and chilling
Foremost among them being the fear of god
With heaven, hell and Satan who join the list.
It has ever hushed the voice of the miserable
Subjugating them to harrowing sufferings
Meting out treatment inhuman nonchalantly
With no trace of remorse, even, occasionally.
Religion and its bye-product; superstition
Have ruled the roost since time prehistoric
With ignorance of masses to their support
Steal from mankind peace and progression.
/Blind meting. / Invisible touch. /
/The Sharp. / Voyager beyond the sea./
/Letters into the bottle, / in choppy waters. /
/Remembers, / Frames, /Cold spring. /
/Dreams framed/ in wind travels. /
Jennifer
Shy,Caring,generous,outgoing,
Sister of Chris & Michelle,
Lover of animals,dancing,and all kinds of music,
Who feels happiest when hanging with friends,and family,
shy when meting new people,nervous in hospitals,
Who needs Saturdays nights,understanding,and a good car,
who gives lots of smiles,support,and advice,
who fears spiders,leaches,and dying of a broken heart,
Who would like to see racism stopped,usher in concert,and Child abuse stopped,
Who lives in an apartment over looking the down town Digby,for now,
Thibodeau.