My is such a beautiful word…it is usually complimentary…not demeaning
And when placed in front of other words…It changes their entire meaning.
My…when said in front of words like…my Dad, my Mom, my folks
has less to do with ownership and more with the feeling it evokes.
It’s amazing how this little word…the feelings it unfurls
when we say my wife, my daughter, my son…my little boy…my little girl.
To prove how my is a word those of us who use it all hold dear
Try to say my granddaughter, my grandson, my great-granddaughter
without a smile or a tear.
And as wonderful as it is to say…the wonder of hearing it never ends
when introduced as my Dad, my Nana, my PopPop, my uncle, my aunt…my friend.
Imagine what our world would be like…
how all animosities and hatred would end
If, even those we are not related to…
we treated as My Friend.
My is such a beautiful word…it is usually complimentary…not demeaning
And when placed in front of other words…It changes their entire meaning.
My…when said in front of words like…my Dad, my Mom, my folks
has less to do with ownership and more with the feeling it evokes.
It’s amazing how this little word…the feelings it unfurls
when we say my wife, my daughter, my son…my little boy…my little girl.
To prove how my is a word those of us who use it all hold dear
Try to say my granddaughter, my grandson, my great-granddaughter
without a smile or a tear.
And as wonderful as it is to say…the wonder of hearing it never ends
when introduced as my Dad, my Nana, my PopPop, my uncle, my aunt…my friend.
Imagine what our world would be like…
how all animosities and hatred would end
If, even those we are not related to…
we treated as My Friend.
I am often in nature
Nature where I pace through jungles.
Jungles where I breathe concord
Concord that undertones through shrubberies
Shrubberies that crib sunshine
Sunshine gets on with my soul.
My soul takes me to a seafront to observe water
Water swells dance across the river
River echoing firmament and reveries
Reveries that float like smokes
Smokes bring me home.
Home where I hear my children’s enjoyment.
Enjoyment that rolls from their temperaments
Temperaments that beat with surprises
Surprises that silhouette my optimism
Optimism opens again in me and in all of us
Poem by N. Mugisho
Forced to visit all my fear -
In pursuit of inspiration.
But through collection all I hear -
Is I'm not long for aspiration.
Through careful words and softened voice -
I could reduce evaporation.
But do I trust subconscious choice -
With all my liberation?
That argument could give me face -
To point that accusation.
If it flees I'll have to chase -
And risk dissociation.
In looking for some clarity -
I could brave that isolation,
Gamble with fate for sanity -
And a chance at satiation.
Though with these words I must confess -
It's hardly a vacation.
I'm spawning thoughts that can't digress -
Months after observation.
In the end my mind will flood -
These words are precipitation.
My hope is it can wash the blood -
From my mental amputation.
I believe that woman is left
To beautify the world
She is the ideal that lit my way
She gave me from time to time
The courage to face life
With joy, kindness, beauty and truth
Me, always the man
To admire her beauty.
My Inspiration
my love
you inspire me
to write my poetry
without you I can’t find the words
please stay
Positive mindset satiates my hunger,
In dark clouds, it finds silver linings to see.
It carves out success, not as a warmonger,
And its bravery swirls like tides in the sea.
Walking its paths fuels daily ambition,
With it, no time again will my self-trust fade.
No setback can stir the winds of submission;
My will makes failure retreat, deep in dismay.
Struggles create success of long duration,
That spark is a flame that I hold to chest dear.
Lasting success will demand dedication,
I pray that God's favour will keep my path clear.
Their gatherings draw me, my footsteps align,
For there, their uplifting voices rend the air.
Their kindness and courage in harmony shine,
Building new bonds through the wisdom they all share.
The hope in their lives remains my guiding light,
Proof that all dreams can be within easy reach.
It isn’t just how long one groans through the night,
But how one learns from the lessons life can teach.
Back fifty-three long years ago, she left;
my Mom- at the young age of fifty-five.
Yet, she is always with me every day;
my heart and memories keep her alive.
Three growing grandkids she embraced and loved;
her gentle heart they shared for just a while.
Then, years flew by- two generations grew-
to crown her Great-Great Grandma with a smile.
I feel her presence in the things I do,
as part of her still grows and lives in me;
and everything she taught me carries on,
as I, a Great-Grandmother now, can see.
In clouds, I often see her gentle face
and know that she's with God, and not her grave-
for she's my Saint in Heaven- there to be
the inspiration I will always crave.
Positive thinking
upbeat thoughts and poetry
shared over the years
Music keeps me amused.
My muse, inspiration driving me to create.
I’m enthused.
Stirs me to dance
showing joy, in hypnotic state,
in trance.
Moves me
to write, feel great.
Gee!
Music keeps me amused.
showing joy, in hypnotic state,
Gee!
When’er you walk among my words
pausing to drink deep their meaning
You renew life within my pen
and wake my soul from its dreaming
Should word or phrase catch bold your eye
to beg reflection of their worth
Then doth bequeath the breath of life
upon my hope’s rekindled birth
Reminds me time and time again,
Reading the bible daily is the way to begin.
Put a bible in her hand,
God’s Word at her command.
A disciple in the making
All of my classes she is taking.
Text me daily her new truths realized,
Facts that she has learned and applied.
Her daily reaching out to me,
Is more precious than pearls in the sea.
Tokens and gifts given to remind me,
Of the bond and sister that is part of me.
I look forward to each morning,
Anticipating her continual conforming.
I can see she is anointed indeed,
Spreading God’s message and love with tremendous speed.
She is my inspiration,
And contributes to my own transformation.
I love you Kathe
Thank you for taking this journey with me.
"What is life but a succession
of preludes to unwritten words . . . "
Quote _by Constance LaFrance
The words I write are mirrors of my life;
reflections of all feelings stored inside.
Those images of happiness or woes
inspire my mind whenever thoughts begin.
My thoughts are captured by life's history,
of everything I've ever seen or felt;
and there they lie, my sleeping memories-
to be awakened, shaped upon my screen.
They come and go until the hunt is done
to catch those thoughts in inspiration's trap,
and frame as one- the mirrored images
with fine poetic words- to be enshrined.
Life is my book where inspirations grant
my memories a second chance to live.
From early Spring, to now my Winter days-
my book of life exists in written words.
November 15, 2022
~1st Place~
Contest: Writing Challenge - "V" Forms
Sponsor: Constance LaFrance
Judged: 11/23/2022
Chosen Form: Verse (Blank Verse)
Theme: Quote #3 Inspiration With a Theme of - Writing
Mother nature never worries about anything
Embracing whatever needs grace with due diligence
Never trembles when its hard facing the scorching sun
Nor fidget at the provocation of mankind
Even when she yields to pressure, her beauty stands intact
Mother nature knows seasons, and that none stands permanent
Behold her exquisite members
The dance and merriment of leafy green
That knows the beauty of each passing day
The pine, succulent at exit and entrance of every season
The bougainvillea, always on its normal bliss routine
Adjusting both in soaking and scorching
Each of us is thus creator of happiness
We choose to dance in morning with the cool breeze
And soak ourselves in downpour
In all cases, we choose whether to merry or to sulk
In all seasons shall we therefore fructify
From our excellent mother nature
Be elastic to retract when bent by life
When monsoon threaten to sweep us off
Remember how deeply rooted we are
Through the drought we thrived and produced
Through the spring floods swept we not
Therefore at the status quo
Respond fittingly
His hands are gentle
His touch lingers on
His kiss whispers, sighs
His beauty rains hope
His light sparks desire
He stirs my dreams
He sings my song
He breathes sweet peace
He inspires me
He is kind
He’s alive
He’s passion
He smiles
He cries
Love
Diminished Hexaverse Contest Your Choice of Subject Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
June 27, 2022
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