To my home town I pledge to my soul
To alway return to thee, my sun only set in thee
Blossom show me and brighten thou smile
Chipping and rushing is thou beautiful court
Laughter ,harmony is thou strength together we dance
In war,in cry and in ceremony
A smile in sorrow if thou goest down
But fight and struggle to rise again
Training and playing with those of our future
To love thee,and dance in merry
A dance in sorrow and never letting go never ever
When the future of the morrow stand together with the past of yesterday
We make a change
We rise and never fall even if we stumble we stand straight again like the sun.
Sojourners all
We must fall
Here today, now
No morrow, how?
We fade away
Slowly, if I may
Out of limelight
Not out of sight
It all falls apart
Ere your body, they cart
To the grave
Home of the brave
A small dollop of light,
Set upon the eastern falls;
The waters glitter downward
And into night-
A distant roar,
As morrow calls.
And the frame of yesterday
Beckons memory,
And nostalgic reminiscents
Be etched forever upon it's walls.
While our worlds made of clay
So break and pass away;
The immortal heart,
With love, recall.
What if insurgency or killings last longer than necessary
What if none of the government is involved
What if it is through external influence
What if they are bound to occur
What if all Boko Haram actions are not of emissary
What if they are not been dissolved
What if it doesn't to any affluence
What if none turns a cur
What if Bandits never exist
What if more lives got lost through other means
What if the constitution don't address resolution
What if there is no room for punishment
What if Kidnapping persist
What if it can be traced to genes
What if ransom increases elocution
What if it is recognized as an ancient
What if Fulani herdsmen killings continues
What if the farmers succumb
What if the acts bring peaceful night
What if the more thanks the more trouble
What if Oil bunkering stops
What if poverty crumb
What if all Barrels are tight
What if no barrel makes rubble
If all these have been ravaging
Should we all agree
If all these have truly being
Won't it be better we rule by decree?
E’er since her deep-set love I saw,
My heart’s longing to her to bow.
Light as air her love touches me
And softer than dawn she wakes me,
She loves me like downpours heavy
And still, softer than dews dewy.
My today has no tomorrow
E’er since her deep-set love I saw,
My heart’s longing to her to bow.
Like violin’s melodious string,
Or rainbow bend vying with spring,
My life’s rare bliss she does when bring,
My within wants as if to sing
And my today’s no tomorrow
E’er since her deep-set love I saw,
My heart’s longing to her to bow.
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Rhymes and refrain | 12.12.2025 | love, rainbow, spring, today/tomorrow
Oh! What a globe of sorrows
Where troubles and problems morrow
And breath only but borrowed
Says he who sorrows.
I am alive, says him with tea
Yet sufferings and toiling graced thee with D
Death with silence he returns to thee
And Back to thee he wishes for pea.
Life itself prepared D for Thee.
With deceitfulness she lured D
And false hopes she packaged for D
Just for D to loose the Thee.
When the time comes,
everyone first counts the time
has passed
we repent
as say not to do that,
as do something better,
and be with them
today,
place we see here and now,
but cannot go?
What is coming
from morrow?
To those that can stand the dark silent night
Is a forever tease of shining bright
Being blessed in mine praise and worship
As well
Be I blessed in my slumber
I be
Thus so shall you to be risen on the morrow
Revived, renewed and refreshed and set free
Amen, amen Hallelujah
Abba Father Holy, Holy is He
Meek and humble full of grace and mercy always
4/4/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2022©
Thus, upon the morrow
with a subtle tinge of sorrow
as I shivering, remember
dip my toes into November
for her snowflakes, now aloof,
will soon land upon my roof.
And yet, I’ll take the plunge
soak her up like childhood sponge
for there’s something in the wind
makes me long for her again
to caress her long and slow
to see my angel in the snow.
John G. Lawless
©10/31/2021
I don't believe in lust without love.
Let me stay thirsty on our love's behalf.
Those who truly love each other,
always make love in their mind.
No other lust is more sacred than this,
and I can't resist myself, can't confine.
Want to be captured by your arms so wide
hold me now by your thoughts so tight.
We will cross this long-distance and sorrow,
removing this gloomy pandemic, soon there will be an amorous good morrow.
I was passing by the side of my window
and saw a decaying Moon.
I waved at her and said,
don't worry, you'll be completed soon.
Nothing is permanent,
not even sorrow!
Removing all the darkness
there will be really a good morrow.
Oysters jump at an opportunity to die
To be eaten before the tide comes rising
Directly from the sea before the shell
Before the dawn begins to smell of day
In the raw, in the sand, in good company
Is best when frolicking by the happy sea
The pretty girl comes dancing in
In curls of golden locks that spring
Wind fills her dress and mind of hollow
She sings merrily of imaginary beings
From the docks she takes her basket
Full of emptiness for idiots like you
Down winding streets goes Daisy tip toe
Pronouncing words unknown to her
That have meaning only to the lunatics
Lost souls on narrow streets who like to eat
It is a perfect time to sell her wears
A litany of exotic goods on sale
Barked out loud to catch the near by ear
“Hot breads and pies fresh off the fire
To warm the cockles of your heart”
But there’s nothing in the basket but fresh air
Is there a crime or misdemeanor on the streets?
“Fresh baked on the morrow” screamed
But tomorrow never comes it seems
https://youtu.be/l2uHSuqe82Y
Calamities come, nudge humans to pull
Apart from past, to forge their world anew,
A golden move of an olden life school--
A gateway from old world to skies all blue;
If geography wills history to repeat
That, earth gets her youth lost in hundred years,
If mankind makes her mind new world to greet,
No greener fronds might flash to wipe our fears.
Hope, man chooses to walk through this gateway
Leaving skeletons of the past aside,
All prejudice, hatred, vultures' greed grey,
All dead ideas on grandeur growth beside,
If only man sticks to the old adage-
Of walking light with Spartan life's luggage!
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Historically big pandemics have happened with a span of hundred years.
Nearly hundred years prior to Corona virus world suffered Spanish flu.
Before that, there was a plague and huge chunk of life was wiped out.
As a silver line, world always saw some substantive change for the better.
This calamity also can be viewed as an opportunity to change.
And change for a better tomorrow , if only....
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