The Origin - Oloibiri
We all poise
ushering in
our plots, stage and play
ushering in the birth of a phase
Where all
have become fazed
A place of fame
now erased
a lurking abode
marrying a mirage into reality
smeared with a tainted face
faux words
and dangling puppets
rotating with the stale wind
It was the first time
I heard the dove’s low call—
three minor notes
stretched thin across
a motionless prairie
on a shimmering hot afternoon,
the kind where even shadows
try not to move.
I felt like I should be
in mourning too—
but for what, I didn’t know
or had forgotten.
Black Cats and Roman candles
found no customers that day,
just heat, and a solitary girl
trying not to feel too much.
And later that same afternoon,
bruises of unknown origin
started blooming on my heart—
tender without memory,
as if the heat itself
had pressed something into me
I wasn’t ready to understand.
What we think we know
From the history book as we grow
About how we become humans
Might just be a grain of sand in a desert
Religion taught of the creation
A good will of a bigger being
Who from dust mold, better carves
The most intelligent thing on Earth.
Early scientists say we evolve
From ape-like creatures, bushy hairs
Transformed from round bones to squares
From growing tails to cloning fails.
But I think we a more
We are more of mud and bones
We are more from matter and energy
We are more from light and darkness.
How many tears must hope shed?
Is there no bread left for the hungry,
or cures bred for the sick?
Can hard work feed itself no more,
neither trust share its roots with truth,
with no water left to nurture either one?
Does love have none left for itself,
nor mercy favor fruits of friendship
as it once did?
Do rainbows reign no more after rain
nor doves fly following rainfall
with fresh saplings in their bills?
Has faith lost its will to live?
Will will lose itself to fear?
Would that God would strike it down
with one brush of His hand.
But this Would must submit to God.
World's hope may have fallen to embers,
but God's hope breathes flames of white,
for white knows the rainbow,
which signals water is growing the crops
that feed each fellow man.
Hope's origin is not with man,
but with God.
If hope is lost,
it is because this we have forgotten,
that hope lies in God's only Begotten Son
if i think deeply
i realize that I already knew
everything from the beginning
A California babe named Lizzy
As hot as her best friend named Dizzy
These two girls are on fire
Desires climbing higher
Fanning and licking flames ~ His name’s Izzy
An 'offbeat entry' for "Dumpster Fire" contest
Sponsor: Margaret Lillico
Date: Jan. 14, 2025
Gershon Wolf
Going ahead walking through the cold,
hearing "you got this" from someone who got told,
to tell me this to tell me that,
maybe because I didn't allow someone to let out a pat.
On the shoulder never.
I never forget to take a jacket with me,
but when he started to be all I see,
even though he came by accidently,
and just tried to treat me kindly,
when he saw what I built up for my proudly,
Who was I to tell that what he does is groundly.
On the shoulder forever.
So the bow came with effort harshly,
I did already broke my knee partly,
but I would still do it halfway,
and he would enjoy till he reached the pathway.
Were I might get full rage,
and get with women faced.
On the shoulder spread fever.
Like the last time letter spit "see you again",
And I will read into it too much sea hand,
"I wish", or "hope", or
"If we would"
Because when we see eachother again,
There wouldn't come amounts of sweets per Hand,
By my hand.
Since god chose another main.
Noodles is China
Their life's main staple food
Centuries old, Brah!
Soft hands, intertwined with mine,
Increasing my grip, for we have no time.
Your bright eyes, your beautiful smile,
Down to my knees, I fall again.
Mon amour, you belong to my heart,
A tear falls to the thought of our depart.
Your soft hug comforting my wounds,
But I can't seem to let go of you...
Mutual reinforcement of illusion
and expectation.
House of Livia
filled in by our imagination.
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Lines disconnected from teachings
on Art, Poetry at random.
What did you muse to be their origination?
Perhaps that’ll take you somewhere.
As she saw dead bodies of some innocent people
In east of D.R.Congo before sleeping,
she had a nightmare.
Seeing some goons
wearing dangerous masks with guns
attacking her family.
She screamed for help and no one came.
So the bandits killed them so badly.
She was so confused,
crying for losing some relatives.
Woke up morning frighten terrible,
thought of some bad things
to happen to her family members.
Her husband tried to clean her mind.
reminded her about the last news of the war
in east of DRC which could be the cause of that nightmare.
some terrorists cut some people with bush knives.
Some civilians stood to defend themselves
as they suspected the complicity
of the international community...
supporting the rebels M23 and others
behind the troops from East African Community
in northern KIVU
to fulfil to balkanise D.R .Congo
into many countries
Which many Congolese
hate the most.
October 29/2023
Black Wheat
A flash ; and crash; booming
thundering of ear drums broken.
Burning feet ; enveloping heat ;
winds of razors shredding skin.
Fields of scorch; distant fusion torch;
Ploughs melt bleached bones scatter.
Earth seared; parts human appeared;
lasered ,vast hunger reigns.
A million Suns ; burning as one;
Steamed oceans vanish, rivers to.
Lotts wife repeated; all food depleated;
Its the time ! The
Birth of , Black Wheat
Sabashtain Berlusconi made his
Presence Known
the Chant of
Pactolus the Magnificent
roar every where
He wore the strap of Honor
from
the Pergerus of Digulance'
the sacred beast of the fields
and the Gold from the
Pactolus.
He is said to
be the Uncrowned Champion
of Champions.
he spoke..1<(p/2n)<2
but 1 ( none is Greater!)
He proclaimed him
to be Greatest and Non Greater!
all other are meant to
deceive and are fraudulent
He spoke his male competitors as Undeserving
and there female interest as Strumpetious Elemento!
"Only i am authentic!"
"Only I am Authentic!"
all while Aulos and Oud
chanted pactolus the Magnificent
Hail Pactolus!
Lake Tanganyika is
Very large
And deep
With many spaces
of fish and animals.
One of the sources
Of finance of Bajoba
( Bavira, Babwari Babemba,
Bamasanzi, Baswima
...etc.)
As they are majority cultivators
And fishers.
Tanganyika is the first lake
with more spaces
of fish in the World,
Second biggest lake in Africa
And
Second deepest lake in the World.
Name Tanganyika is from Kijoba
( Kitanga kye nyika)
Which means the residence
Of electric fish
Which is called
" Nyika"
Many Bajoba were warning
Swimmers about the dangerous
Electric fish in the lake.
June 10th 2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
Note:
Bajoba: fishers
Most tribes living the boundaries of lake Tanganyika in Tanzania, Burundi, DRCongo and Zambia.
Their language is called Kijoba
When you go to Bavira,
They call it" kivira "
Babwari call it "kibwari, "
Babemba call it " kibemba "
but all are Bajoba
Bantu with same
Tradition and culture.
that that is embodied
by being and seeing
therefore knowing
and becoming
as definitive
wisdom
transcends
beyond doubt
caricatures of scriptures
interpreted by mind
that’s conditioned
by narrow belief
but we cannot
transfer the secret
since it requires seeing
without the aid of mirrors
05-June-2023
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