Power
Your ability
Not to be abused
But to be used
Productively
Creatively and positively.
Knowledge
Is power
Learn a craft
Not witchcraft
To possess
What belongs to others.
Power very deceitful
Don't let it ruin you
But reign you
Into victory not tyrant
Glorifying your maker
He who bestowed it unto you.
School doesn't teach you
How to sell a product or service
School doesn't teach you
How to think creatively and productively
School doesn't teach you
How to negotiate in business deals
School doesn't teach you
How to face failure and overcome it
School doesn't teach you
How to manage time and utilise it
School doesn't teach you
How to invest money in trade and projects
School doesn't teach you
How to find passion in your endeavors
School doesn't teach you
How to make an impact in life
School doesn't teach you
How to start a business and grow it
School doesn't teach you
How to communicate effectively in public
School doesn't teach you
How to read a financial statement
Concept by Opportunities Hub
Poetry Chipepo Lwele
31/01/2023
While strolling down life's garden path
Oft I've stopped to admire the roses,
I've carefully avoided the scourge of wrath
Considered the deep concerns life poses,
And reached the conclusion to do my best
I must optimize my determination to give
As though each new day is a coveted test
During which I must practice how to live
More productively, comfortable in my skin,
Happily enjoying the talents God has given
Maintaining ties with friends, kith, and kin,
Seldom feeling unduly pressured or driven.
Someday when my time on earth is over
And I go on to whatever reward is mine,
I can say with a smile, I've danced in clover
As far as I'm concerned everything's fine.
Written June 3, 2022
In bottles corked by a nursing mother
Against thirst that would her baby bother;
In large drums hoarded by ablution-enthused Muslim
Who stories of its scarcity take with eyes unusually dim.
A dry cleaner’s spiteful curse of a dry tap
That wouldn’t help his trade, a hurting slap!
The keyed-up state of a seeker of a mouthful of it,
An insight into the whiplashes of not conserving a bit,
As much so, the helplessness of a camel driver
Belatedly aware of no oasis ahead nor the look-alike of a river.
Water is the double assurance of life in a world unlived,
To this end, a phenomenon that should be believed
While it continues with a dignified silence
Against foes teaching Rubbishy Science.
Water is never by, parched throats disdained
Rather ‘Archbishop’ by Adam’s Apple ordained;
Always usefully engaged here
And productively canalized there...
But watch it, in a big one, you go down
And you are sure to drown!
Lord, Your comfort* of peace upholds me
Soothing my soul, healing me from iniquities’ disease
While I strive to please You…
Becoming patient in doing Your will.
Lord, Your comfort thru Your Word revives me
Working in my heart, convicting me of my sins
Here am I, submitting to Your transformation might…
Steadfastly resisting temptation from being worldly-devoured.
Lord, Your comfort lifts my faith toward spiritual height
Strengthening my commitment for service-fruitfulness
Enable me to walk in Your righteousness…
So I can work productively as a prayerful Gospel seed-sower.
Lord, Your comfort midst struggles leads me toward victory
Rescuing me from deceit’s peril
Midst my trust in You with earnest devotion…
Triumphant while effective in my faithful stewardship!
*Psalm 71:21 Thou (LORD)... comfort me on every side.
September 3, 2018
asper the invisible nemesis – i.e. electrical
impulses faux nattering nabobs of mien nativity
whereat unseen thriving sensational riffraff
quenched powerhouse ousting nestled milk
maids, or rather pressing said resources,
sans vitality into dangerous, frivolous,
and horrendous self destructive antics,
where ballistic charges drugged eminent
domain former nerve cell size occupants,
thoroughly re-engineering sense and sensibility
with pride fullness and prejudice on par
with dousing one with opiate completely
upends functioning healthily, judging lovingly,
and managing productively versus expending
precious time and energy self absorbed
into manic, neurotic, and/or psychotic actions,
manners, thoughts, et cetera, which irrationality
got embedded within the neurological interstices,
even as of this moment hound me
akin to wild beasts circling ever closer
to launch mortal kombat against their very housing.
Dear sport people, folks who love to hit and kick balls,
You and I are different in so many ways.
I don’t need cheering applause, awards for doing my job,
I don’t need a glorified praise.
I do the best that I can, and do it every day,
Silently, productively, I complete my vocation.
While you do what you do, demand more than your worth,
And expect complete adulation.
Every day I grow your fresh food, or invent new vaccines,
Or defend humans on the front line.
Whilst sport people, you think that you’re above all of that,
Thinking you are some sort of divine.
Dear sport people, I don’t play school yard games,
I don’t play stupid games at all when I’m at work.
If I did then I’d be shunned, I’d be shunned and then fired,
I don’t play games because I’m not a jerk.
It seems like yesterday
That my birth was heralded
With trumpets and fanfare
I wonder how it’s all history
No wonder the common dogma
That time awaits no man
Just like a snap of the thumbs
Seconds tick into minutes
Minutes expand into hours
And graduates into days
Leading into months
And transcending into years
What a sinking feeling
To know that everyday draws you close
To the inevitability of the grave
Time drives the human existence
It controls our minds immensely
Like the emission of pressure cooking heats
To the wise hearted
Who know how time flies
Such will utilize productively
Because in no time at all
Yesterday will all become a dream
Making the ignorant today a nightmare
Like a wind tomorrow will breeze past
For the dumb and foolish minded
Chasing the pleasures and ephemeral things
To such a person’s dismay
The time will have flown past
And there will be no remedy
To the crushing disappointments that lay awake
HUMBLE REMINDERS
Somewhere deep inside we know the truth
all that we are—all that we own is a gift
our drive and wisdom received by our Creator
we take credit denying His generosity—from youth
None of us asked to be born—specified conditions
did not choose our talents—our physical features
nor select our place of birth or language spoken
perhaps productively choosing paths and ambitions
Circumstances or emotions controlling relationship choices
esteeming prestige--status for blessings God has given us
taking pride in our work--displaying accomplishments
advertising abilities with conceited and arrogant voices
As people created we perform as parallel creators
procuring credit denying Gods authority, power—generosity
His love will gently correct us—undo selfish pride
keeping us humble—opening loving arms He awaits us
A dream is a blue print to carry out our success
waiting to be birthed into the natural realm
where it may transgress.
It’s an illusion from our mind that is spiritually
combined to our heart that is molded into our talent;
which is heavenly entwined
It gives us vision to strive for refined happiness that
allows you to believe and productively achieve.
A dream is where ones imagery will sprout
just waiting for you to live it out.
It gives us aspiration
and goals to aim for an illusion of self admiration.
With succession of images, thoughts, and emotions
passing through the mind’s involuntary motions.
A dream is a vision that comes from above
with peace, hope or even love.
It’s a desirable trusty
ideal that is cast from a form
of imagination that can go on for eternity.
A dream is something that is absolutely true
only if you want it to.
(c) By Naomi Johnson
I speak words, rawly, but
productively, Poetry Is the
Passion, I compose, with A
gleaming heart, that spins the
souls of others, vibrantly
shinning, among the rainbows,
Colorfully booming, Tenderly In
A jukebox, as my ego, grows
up the beanstalk, like sun-use,
Wisely owl, among expression to,
its knowledgeable ponder, for those
who listen, Do you hear, what I hear?
Do you see, what I see? Do you know,
what I know? Please take A step-
back, and listen chary to it
again, As I compose my lyrics,
down on A sheet of white
paper, for all the world to,
see, Hear, and know, because
We are worthy, in the eyes of
God...
Dedication to all SP "FAM"
Looking in the mirror
I peer into my soul
Who am I now?
How did I get here?
I fear I'm lost
Tossed into this world like nothing
Something worthless
Like I'm worth less than bread
And I dread tomorrow
Sorrow overpowers my will
To go on
Is hope gone?
How can I carry on
Like this?
I miss sanity
Vanity created this life
Now strife is abundant
In my world
Hurled me into darkness
An abyss of absentness
Meaningless happiness
Confessing its inablilities
As we have known
And it has shown
But must we keep prooving it?
We're losing time
With redundant proofs
Of this truth
Time is better spent productively
If ppl could see that
They would be that much happier.
Jan 1, 2011
Tamara Brown
Father and Mother
With golden determination
Focused to open my thoughts
in several ways of revelation --
My manner is... Homegrown
The once green mind still looks back;
at all that has been revealed to its now browned shell…
and with that same determination of gold
I pass down the revelations of old
to my children, as I have been told
The mind should always be
Cultivated to the best of ones abilities....
Its focus should start within the home
That is why I feel blessed
When I tell you my children
Most assuredly -- I am Home Grown.
Author’s Comments:
As a farmer tills the earth and toils to harvest that which he has sown and the wife
prepares the table before him, produced from within the bounty reaped thereof...
Thus, we should take the time to cultivate the minds of our children, to also
acknowledge their surroundings and the people there in.
To stay focused on the blessings at hand, that they not live stagnant lives but to be
productively responsible for the gifts which they each so uniquely possess.
The mind is a terrible thing to waste.
When a person approached investigatively,
He chases his relations suspensively,
He finds clue and works dramatically,
Suspection always works progressively.
Confirmation of belief confirms sensitivity,
Growth brings a change to work relatively,
Hunger is seeking growth for productively,
A limit of growth confirms value qualitatively.
When population has highly density,
Unemployment works offensively,
Poverty grows to increase crime,
Disaster comes to balance creatively.
Everything is naturally fast and slow,
A person has patience for a balance flow,
Air can’t across a gravity line,
Sun has different heat rates a limit to grow.
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