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Letting Go Of Past Mistakes

Pictures there upon the wall, each person once held me dear.
At times we were living together, now not one lives near.
Each has a life they must live and thoughts on which to ponder.
My life goes on, I grow old and still I can’t but wonder,
How different things could have been, if love we didn’t squander.

It’s

EVIL IS THE DEVIL

The devil is afraid 
I told him to show his face
He's steadily hiding in dark
Plotting evil 
Taking me unaware, he's a coward 

If he can't get to me
He comes through 
Those are  close to me 
I use discernment 
So I don't hurt those that are prey to him.

His words are so soothing 
But his

MASTERMINDS

Freedom comes with a cause 
A price to pay
Only the brave pay dearly 
Due to the danger of suffering 
Even when you're doing your best 
It seems like you've done nothing 
Due to denials and oppression from opposition.

To be a mastermind
You must master your mind
Knowing what you're made for or of
Then surrounding yourself with masters

ANALYSING

We don't know where we're going to 
"Heaven or hell"
But we know where we're coming from 
We know our roots, our very foundation 
We don't know what the future holds for us
But we're not the substance of our circumstances.

We don't know how long
But we know it is certain 
Because change occurs anytime 
It's not very

Bitter truths for tiny forks

food fit for palaces
prepared with expert chef's care —
served to a small child
gets an instant revulsion
they're so brutally honest

nature hard-wired tongues
to guard against bitter greens
which could be poison
like veggies appear to be
to a child with veg decree

one bite - that's the pact
then child can eat another
food morsel they like
each taste an invitation
to get braver by

Bugs Bunny

Bugs Bunny loves his carrot snack,
He tricks his foes and never looks back.
“Eh, what’s up, doc?”—his teasing cue,
A clever rabbit who’s quick and shrewd too.


Poet’s Note:
Inspired by Bugs Bunny’s famous 1940 line, “Eh, what’s up, doc?”.

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Growing up

You have shone bright like a star.
And buzzed like a bee to where you are.
Carry on your journey without me.
And keep on shining as bright as can be.

LESSONS OF LOST

In a blink of an eye
I lost everything 
But all hope is still on the most high 
They pour spit on me
Just because 
I never own what they need
But with faith 
Looking up to fate, I keep living.

Some people only got you
When you give or have
What they want or need 
Many don't know
The meaning of

Bugs Bunny

Bugs Bunny loves his carrot treat—
outsmarts his foes with swift, wily feet.
“eh, what’s up, doc?”—his cheeky call,
a clever bunny loved by all.



Poet’s Note:
Inspired by Bugs Bunny’s famous 1940 line, “Eh, what’s up, doc?”.

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Famine - For Real

The sinking sun is now undone, 
                       the sky is fading red
and shadows prowl neath cloak and cowl
               

Dreamer

As I sit and wonder why, one who dreams, she never cries
She always smiles but yet I doubt,
That anyone knows what she's smiling about.

When they failed black kids without homes

Her hair stood out
Reaching for the skies
Wishing on every star at night
Someone would hear her cries
Her need to have a life she doesn't just have to survive 

The chaos of hair confused
Unsure how to keep it or what to do
She is the only one in the room
That had hair that flew 
Just a child without

SPIRIT THAT REFUSE TO DIE

Silent prayers swallowed by fear
Behind cold walls and guarded gates
Voices crushed beneath heavy boots
Lives erased in whispered hate.

Families torn, dreams confined
Faith hunted like a fading flame
Eyes that plead for freedom’s light
Caught in endless pain.

The world watches, silent, still
As hope flickers, barely alive
But their spirit, though battered
Refuses ever to die.

MY DREAM FOR ZIMBABWE

I wish I could speak Shona fluently
Trace the paths of old Zimbabwe
From the ancient cliffs of Chinoyi
To Nelson Mandela Avenue’s concrete.

But wishes, like dreams
Are shooting stars across the night
Lighting the sky with fleeting grace
Yet slipping beyond reach.

So I dream still
Of the misty beauty at Victoria Falls
Of a land where children laugh and learn
Well-fed, and free

Walter James Carter

Walter, James, and Carter

Little boys
Son,
Brother,
Son
One by one, my heart undone.
One is one (and a quarter) years tall,
Chocolate wisps that softly fall.
Forest hazel, bold and sly,
Wildfire laughter in his eye.
Two is two (well, almost there),
Golden curls of sunlit hair.
Eyes like ice, so pure, so true,
They freeze my heart and smile it blue.
Three is three (and a

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