When the cries of a baby come
Women dance to beating drum
Welcoming the child with smiles
Bringing powders in their styles
When the black baby smiles
He lights the way like fireflies
And leaves man grinning till he's blue
Holding his hand in his view
When the black baby grows
He brings joy wherever he goes
Playing games of hide and seek
Taking man’s name to the peak
When black baby becomes a man
He finds his way and brings forth Obian
Another black baby he bestows
Giving man all that glows
Sentenced to a lifetime of repeats,
rewind repeat rewind repeat
I see it written on the walls
of my mind
the sentence keeps me caged
like a bird dying for light and freedom
of the open sky of endless blue horizons
but it is only a window of illusion
upon which I stun myself trying to escape
and still it stays secreted away
written in a language I can see
but can’t understand
even the doctors are helpless
with their potions and powders
and endless talk talk talk
please just read it and translate it
and tell me what it says
this run-on sentence I can’t erase.
Hungry souls love a large pot filled halfway with bottled water.
Add 3 12-ounce pkgs of savory mild Portuguese sausages, finely chopped,
While the pot is simmering on the stove, on medium-high heat.
Add a couple of diced ripe round onions
In a short while, add two cans of dark red kidney beans, then, as
It boils,
Add a tray of tiny, sweet, color-filled tomatoes, cleaned.
Next, set the stove to simmer.
Sets of two small cans of tomato sauce and a can of
Tomato paste, into the simmering pot
Yet, keep stirring the pot ever so often
Lastly, mix in two dry chili powders
Enclosed in packets.
Chili powder is stirred in until it is nicely blended.
Hot Chili Mix might be too strong, so medium or mild
Is best
Leave on the stove, well-mixed with the stove off.
It goes great with steamed whole-grain rice.
pink flower power
down each green sleeve
my sweater for Valentines weather
each item was to die for
first the peachy concoction
bites of wrapped shrimp
the sizzling fajitas
O the stuffed churros
the sweetest, dusted with fine powders
of cinnamon sugar and dipped
in caramel, chocolate and whipped cream
now this was a scrumptious date
the anniversary of the day we met
46 years ago.
Early each morn
before the dawn
she primps and prettifies
shadows her eyes
plucks her brows
then brushes them back
with a non-complementing
brutal shade of black
lipstick applies
rouges her cheeks
powders her nose
lacquers her hair
files then paints her nails
fingers and toes
pampers places
it never shows
and every night
washes it all away
only to do it
go through it
all over again
exactly the same
at sunrise
the very next day
Early each morn
before the dawn
she primps and prettifies
shadows her eyes
plucks her brows
then brushes them back
with a non-complementing
brutal shade of black
lipstick applies
rouges her cheeks
powders her nose
lacquers her hair
files then paints her nails
fingers and toes
pampers places
it never shows
and every night
washes it all away
only to do it
go through it
all over again
exactly the same
at sunrise
the very next day
They warned me of alcohol,
saying it would wreck my liver,
They warned me of cigarettes,saying they'd choke my lungs,
They warned me of pills,
saying they'd numb my mind,
They warned me of needles,
saying they'd ruin my veins,
They warned me of powders,
saying they'd stop my heart,
They warned me of smoke,
saying it would blind me,
But no one warned me about you.
No one told me you'd destroy everything.
No one told me you'd leave scars deeper than any drug could.
You were the deadliest addiction.
In the morning before the Dawn
in dim darkness of little light
seeking substance on which to feed
into the kitchen I do go
gathering substances from pantry there
dishes and tools with which to prepare
recipe used long memorized
begin to prepare my morning feast
milk and fiber and protein powders
packet of breakfast the instant kind
with together in a frothy mix
altogether to make a milkshake thick
altogether ‘tis not half bad
and lots of nutrition to be had
as so few calories to make me glad
as in my age my waist grows fat
and yet still now I must confess
while drinking I think of many other things
cakes and pies and pastries gooey
rich meat pies and soups of savor
yet I still seek my dimples to keep
right where my six-pack does lie hidden
and although most would say that
I am not fat I would not agree with that
so in the morning before twilight
in the kitchen where I would rather bake
again I make a nutritionists protein shake
"All the wings of the air shall come to you and the winds and stars shall be like relatives." Quote by: Black Elk
From whence the dust of heaven powders soft
upon each wing of creature large or small
Journey starts when stars and winds are coiffed
upon all humankind, before the crawl
All wings of air shall dip and find their kin
on leaning branch of man by forest glade
Each expedition of the soul when life begins
is always lead by sun and then by shade
Fly to the moon or fly to Mars with stilts
it doesn't really matter you have legs
Mother Earth has loved you to the hilt
so on this land you'll live until life begs
Henceforth the days of you will be like dew
upon the earth, by God's supine design
The elk, the moose, the caribou and you
all walkers of the earth on heaven's time
From whence the dust of heaven powders soft,
as on this earth the wings of man remain, aloft.
Dream on, don't stop
for your reality is in shatters.
Your life has lost its essence,
There’s no logical fluidity in your actions,
so just dream on, don't stop,
your misery will soon end:
aren't your dreams so luminescence?
And just to help you on, my friend
I have just what you might need,
you only have to choose, my dear,
for now, it's only a free deed.
See your tears are drying up,
your body's tremors stop.
Would you like some strong valerian?
Sniff my white intoxicating powders,
sleep like a crafty grown-up,
and dream like an uncouth Iberian?
I have all your answers, pal.
Soon you'll depend on me.
(Oh how I hate your youth!)
I'll give you dreams galore, scum,
Provided on payment we agree.
Do not upset Missy the octopus she is prissy someone said.
She powders her slimy tentacles, and dyes her eye lashes red.
I tiptoed around her, because I was afraid of her rumored bad mood.
She was eating dainty sandwiches, an appropriate octopus food.
Come closer she whispered, showing me her beautiful nails now.
Tentacles were painted too. I liked everything about her now.
We became fast friends even though she is pure femininity.
If you know me at all, you know this route for me could never be.
Arsenic has an atomic number of 33.
It has 33 protons in its nucleus and
33 electrons buzzing around the nucleus.
1.When arsenic is mixed into food or drink,
2.It is odorless,colorless and tasteless and
the symptoms of a single large dose resemble
those of bad food poisoning.
3.Arsenic can also be given in smaller doses
over a longer period of time that produces
subtler slowly progressing symptoms including,
weakness,confusion,paralysis and death.
4.Hydrogen cyanide is a pale blue or colorless
liquid at room temperature,while sodium cyanide
and potassium cyanide are white powders.
5.Symptoms are weakness,nausea,seizures,
difficulty breathing,and cardiac arrest.
Note.Chemical Drink,Drugs and Injection GAME.
Another day at the gym,
Pumping iron for the swell.
Aching muscles feeling grim,
As I put myself through hell.
Boneless chicken that I bake,
Egg whites keep me lean.
Protein powders in a shake,
With a dose of creatine.
Heavy squats inflate the quads,
Bench presses for my pecs.
Arm curls to increase the odds,
In the mirror just to flex.
Pull-ups will expand the lats,
Back with snatch and grabs.
Cutting out excessive fats,
And crunches for my abs.
Stretching to protect my calves,
Dumbbells for bulging traps.
Smearing on more greasy salves,
For running more than twenty laps.
After many hours dripping sweat,
My daily workout finally done.
Don't you know I won't regret,
While basking in the blazing sun.
Nothing can't be caught
within the tiny bars,
Wind stuck chambers
Bulges with the tiny wars.
Scars without pain
Scarce visit the town;
Million channels work
But none against the pain.
Building blocks stood
As a slanting towers;
Bombing heard as thunders
Ashes are mere powders.
Stained bloods highlighted
On the brightest sources,
Sympathy shown widely
Upon the mere noises.
Pains of millions
Stood powerless;
Beaten out of blue
The world is merciless.
Tuning voices of the poor
For the visual sympathy,
The world is helpless
To wake the sleeping humanity.
She cleans the floor outside entrance door,
takes some rice powder in hand
deftly moving her hands
creates patterns on ground.
Circles,squares many geometrical designs
without any instruments...
Sometimes even a scenery!
Intricate designs easily created,
her skills are praiseworthy.
At times she puts dots on the ground
joins them with hands for perfection
On festivals she fills her designs with powders of different colours
Or with flowers
that takes lot of time
but she has tons of patience...
It is a pleasure to watch her work!
Check out this link to watch her at work:-
https://www.alamy.com/stock-photo/india-woman-making-rangoli-festival.html
Note : Rangoli also called kolam in South India is a tradition where women draw beautiful designs on the entrance of house every morning to welcome God inside. Big elaborate Rangoli can be seen on occasions like weddings, festivals and temples. Divine love for God pours forth as a woman draws them.
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