As a violin cries, my voice soars
And as I move towards The Lord
With my chords and my cords
Singing of the heavenly rewards
(We are God’s instruments)
It is He Who invents
And uses us as His instruments
He produces with musical implements
Every instrument that repents
For The Holy Spirit (you see)
I am a wind wood who breathes
And gives up each breath
As the symphony will progress
So play on piano (ebony, ivory and hoary)
God has given us gifts for His glory
And God is instrumental in our salvation
(As He was also in His creation)
As the stars sang and in each angel’s refrain
Listening for the trumpet blast at the end of days
And we sing of (God, as He descends from above)
Jesus: The Way, Truth, and Life, The Ancient of Days
Herfordshire born Cowper(pronounced Cooper) poet & of evangelical 'Olney hymnal' fame (with a fragile mental history) produces a very recitable cadenced eleven six lined verses in which the concluding couplets ten&eleven identify his overiding but underlying self--concern theme.Each stanza has a (abab )quatrain for the narrative with a (cc) couplet providing a running observation throughout revealing Cowper's elegaic state of mind
Coffee-Maker – drip drips
As coffee-blenders…zip zips
Brought my morning sippy-cup
For a quick zip from your caftan mug.
I don’t need a lot
Just a snippy-zippy single shot
To start the day and awaken my mind,
Speed my pace - fall not behind.
There’s much to accomplish and much to do
Just takes a minute to heap a brew!
Of all rounded beans, coffee beans are the best
Add some chai for a zest
Sipping a sip from my sippy-cup
My slumbering eyes do wake up!
Oozing comfort warms my throat
Warms my soul like a coat
A Rush of kinetic energy electrify
Procrastination and sluggishness desensitize
A sudden burst to run a race
Productivity produces a rhythmic pace
Word-clutters arise like the morning sun
Time for work…Time for fun!
Coffee certainly is a legal drug!
I’m all wired-up - though unplugged -
From one little zippy drip
Of a coffee sip
From the grinded drug
Poured into my sipping-mug…?•
It’s lonely here, at the top,
the manure high and much
to shovel; fertilizer on sale
today! My family business,
hauling and distributing animal,
fecal slop – pungent every
route and obligatory stop...
Quite enterprising to make
good use, of what they eat
and freely let loose --
all nature born to recycle --
?~Wonder if the soul resents what it knows,
the scented consumption of bodies kills
what it grows --
knows what it uses (a generation)
to make love and
strife (life the fickle-begetter of life)
leaves from behind such an
odious spice… Clouds form,
sky spits and rains – man eats,
drinks, sh’ts on all mountains,
in seas on rolling plains. Seems,
no-matter what man produces
involves decay and pile of stink --
When God planned His evolving nature,
did He perhaps have occasion to burp, pinch His Nose,
fart and blink?
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The globe is a shrubbery we must safeguard like our own world,
World of women’s physiques with un-upkept in between,
In-between growing huge shrubs untended and jamboreeing silent bugs,
Bugs spread as weeds when a savannah of hair buckskins the sun.
Sun vanished in thickets can distress the peace of hubbies,
Hubbies ramble like agrarians looking for grounds that respire with health,
Health produces where spotless rivers run and razors clear the trail,
Trail through the wasteland teaches that shaving is pruning.
Pruning protects both soil and skin from pungent shade,
Shade over basins or over women offers unseen diseases,
Diseases cautions us that negligence of earth rears regret,
Regret dwindles when we shield every allotment with affection.
Affection describes such a woman who never weeds her land,
Land producing human beings should not be that bushy,
Bushy and causing it smelly, a condition able to generate germs,
Germs that spoil the body and the feelings that repel lovers.
Poem by Mugisho T.N
Now here in Aussie land, exists a very hardy native creeping vine
reputedly produces berry fruit that is tasting rather fine
Can one harvest fruit, now that's a leading question
It has long protruding sharp spiky thorns,
Maybe necessary to practice abstention
Now the man who took the time to give this plant a recognisable title, was he in lots of pain ?
affected by a thorn of the Cockspur, its common, but not botanical identifiable name
When the world has you feeling down, don't frown.
Smile from ear to ear and remember your tongue produces
the most beautiful sound. Allow your body to unwind.
Take a breath and be aware of what you find.
The birds always have a song to sing
And the wind rushing through the leaves produces a sweet melody
The sound of footsteps tap to a rhythm that many don't notice
And even my own heart has a beat that lives and breathes with me
But them who am I without a song?
Longing to join the chorus but I'm somehow always wrong
My voice dreams to be heard and my mind wishes to be free
But unlike the birds,
I have never found my song to sing
No melody to ring and no rhythm to hold steady
I pray one day I'll find my tune and hope the world is ready
I don't understand.
nothing is made to last-
in a world that prides itself on being sustainable.
I don't understand.
when something is thrown out-
[ even if it's not broke]
because it is last year's model.
I don't understand.
people saying they are against hate-
when they shout a violent chant.
I don't understand.
those that say they`re for free speech-
but shut those down that speak against their narrative.
I don't understand.
why the entitled think they deserve something,
when they have not earnt it.
I don't understand.
the theory of hours of working less-
produces more.
I don't understand.
when near enough is good enough-
what is wrong with striving for excellence?
I don't understand.
when it's said "oh, I'm offended by that comment"-
don`t they remember the old saying-sticks and stones?
I don't understand.
when you make a mistake-
and all you just get is a condescending reply.
I don't understand.
you show inexperience -
you get laughed at and no helping hand.
I don't understand.
when you need to be educated and want to gain knowledge-
but those that can give it, sit high on a pedestal and judge!
We nurture brains, which develop and shape lives.
We work with passion, which builds a strong foundation.
We foster growth, which makes it worth.
We make learning joyful, which empowers learners to be successful.
We are lesson turners, which produces lifelong learners.
A voice without a word,
Is sometimes heard.
Not always it is better,
To loudly read a letter.
The words of heart,
From earth are apart .
The silence in aggression,
Leads to depression.
No one can hear,
The gentleness of air.
The fluttering of trees,
Produces cool breeze.
The peace and silence of nature,
Is destroyed by its own creature.
SEASONAL PARTNERS
Photosynthesis
Produces food in the spring
For Summer’s harvest:-
Then comes Fall’s prep for Winter:
Resurrecting Spring, pregnant:-
Today she was born
not just a normal baby
but a giant
A giant that produces;
It produces thirty-six children
It produces great minerals
to nourish her nation
produces sportsmen and women
It produces great ones
known for breaking record
All around
her favourite colour
green and white
which is her symbol
despite her up’s and down
She is still strong
With many generations
representing her
She is still unique
Nigeria at 65
I love my country
Happy Independence Day
Stands tall among others, one hundred feet
large, compound, evergreen beautiful leaves
long age and most extensively cultivated plant
Produces great food, rich flavor sweet dates
Palm leaves are very useful to make natural cottage
Famous tree in all human and plants history
Many common products are derived from palms
So beautiful to see in landscaping and gardens
Symbols for peace, power and fertility
Big example of tolerance and endurance
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