Propagated nation of lost souls loosely clinging to goals that could never be blinded by the light of the TV controlled lies fill the room like flies without ties attracted by the stench of a rotted minds
Greece and Ethiopia have had unwavering and unbroken
bonds of friendship since ancient times.
Greece is the land of freedom and democracy, also one of the pillars
of worldwide civilization in all sectors
{philosophy, poetry , art etc.}
The great ancient Greek poet HOMER is frequently refereed to Ethiopia
in his masterpiece ILIAD.
Even the name Ethiopia comes from an ancient Greek word
{Aithiops} which means a sun-burnt face.
The source of the blue NILE is in Ethiopia, the only country
in Africa which was never colonized by western powers, with
its own ancient language:{Amharic} and history.
The predominant religion of Ethiopia is Christianity which was propagated
by Apostol Mathias. God Bless Greece and Ethiopia!!
I love chess
This is my favorite game
Whenever I play it, I am bless
Make friends on the game is my aim.
I learn chess
When I was fourteen
Since then I play it and never cease
To play my entire life in between.
I play chess
Whenever I'm sad
It's my therapy for stress
I play also when I'm glad.
I treat chess
As strategy to cope everyday strife
There are roles of every piece
On board that is relatable to life.
I believe chess
Originated in India I was told
As a way of life, the game is played for peace
Propagated in Persia and the rest of the world.
I want chess
In every sports news column
I want to see it played in plaza, in mall or any place
I want it included in program for educational curriculum.
I find chess
Fascinating, intellectual and fun game
It give me peace and happiness
And a little claim of fame.
.
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'bout
fetch foodz
sum
for
mine propagated
inciterz theirn
uv
soon
bloom
yesss
vittlez
tuh cauze theirn
flush full
flowerette's
florescence
to the
lure
butterfly
the fairest
unto mine
senses
In my history book title " African's Hidden Treasure"
There was a military commander who used to recite
his poems and sing songs on trees in his gardens.
One day he organised a contest of women dancers
which cost his life few weeks after the competition.
He was accused to cheat with the woman champion
Because she got a big trophy than her competitors.
One of the jealous women propagated false news
Which frustrated the husband of the woman winner
And ended up shooting his colleague due to rumour.
The son of the dead poet and commander wanted
to pay revenge but his colleagues rejected
that idea as they prepared to overthrow the king.
An affordable price was setting according
to commanders agreement as they needed
more soldiers to aid them in the neighbouring land.
Years later on, they entered that land ; started fighting,
they won the war and the son of the poet became king.
he created the Yao Kingdom and Ndindi chiefdom for
the honour of his father who wanted to be king after war.
And
David J Walker
And
Who willfully enters this
beautiful land
Of misunderstandings
Its pallor a depth increased
Beyond the azure sky
the dawn a deceptive gathering
of propagated meanings
A tapestry in patois proverbial greetings
The façade in umbrage of
The Hierophants sagacious pleadings
He will leave a different man
But not alive
Violence
Money
***********
Proliferated by vain and vapid artistry
Break and take the young of our society
She says to them
Our stolen water is sweet
And you'll find the secret bread a delectable treat
So why don't you come into our palace and eat
Stepping into the opulent hall
He unknowingly falls into the depths of hell
Pure things he hated
By selfishness he was dictated
Vile and vacuous things he created
No legacy left his life wasted
Propagated
Powerful politicians promoting powerless politics.
Passing propagated policy proposedly preventing prejudice.
Pretending past perceptions pose puny persuasions presently.
Proving people prevent prosperity purposely.
True Loves Fruitful Harvest.
.
True love
Is like a invigorating cleansing stream
That flows unhindered from one fountain of the heart
To another’s kindred receptive heart
Merging and blending in vibrant colourful swirls
Helped to flow by angels guided wings
To the rhythm of a soft lullaby
As the flighty bluebirds take to unblemished
Sun blessed summer skies
And begin to joyfully sing
,
Drawing an abundance of sacred treasures
From each other wanton needy soul
Warming each others tender caring hearts
With a reassuring pleasant
Effervescent golden glow
.
Shared gilded dreams transpire
From special seeds planted in firm fertile ground
Nourished and propagated by the tears of joy
And glorious sunshine of their eternal love
That bare fruit and harvested
And abundantly abound.
.
Peter Dome©2021.
Blooming's Of True Love.
.
True love
Can be liken
To a strong robust sprawling tree
That stands strong araldite and firm
Against boisterous gale and tempest storm
Fulfilling oy aspirations dreams and our destiny
.
Grown from seeds of love
Propagated by bonds of friendship
Ordained from above
Blossoms and flourishes
Stretching for the warm smiling sun
As two hearts eclipse as one
.
Roots entwined as the giving heart
Deep under fertile ground
A bough that stands alone and the test of time
An island made just for two no other can venture
And like no other around
.
Within its youth
It may bear fruit
And the cycle of life revolves again
Evolving Through sustenance
From both sunshine and pouring rain
.
The tree may get old
And slowly wither
Wearing wrinkles through the passage of time
And the wounds and scars time can delivers
Snatched too soon by the Devil
But sown by mighty God
The loving giver.
.
Peter Dome©2020.
.
O LORD my God, define my purpose in Your Name that my confident path fades not obscure but blooms with clarity in mind, body and spirit.
- For in each of Your beloved children
is a Heavenly seed to be cultivated.
- Guide my every action that in Your
Name, I thoroughly nurture to full
growth my potentials perfect bloom
of divinity.
- Show me the way to a manifestation
of my
perfect vision for then I shall have eternally
served You by being true to my highest
calling as earthly propagated.
- I ask Thee to receive and bless my full
permission and cooperation in consciousness
towards Your Heavenly seed as given me that
it achieve Your desires in and through me.
Life is in touch with living -
I was groping me…
Wetness and dryness were known- I felt so
It was a mistake, I am wrong
For the rightness, I searched.
With the thing that was found by me I screamed that it was right.
Though it was a lie I propagated that it was right.
In spite of knowing that there will be truth, despite I do not have that I move on haphazardly rather awkwardly.
‘Being right is not right at all’- concluded I
To be on safe side I roared vigorously.
I announced me as I am. But from me I slipped away somewhere, long time back.
Life is in touch with living-
Birth is being written by death.
propagated and plunged,
into the depths of misery.
every muscle aches in cogitation.
a level playing field,
with missing bones.
a war hero composed
upon the compost of humanity.
eyes closed in memory,
vigor still agitated in extremities,
philosophy carved out of stone.
massive ripples and torment
cry out,
“Is anyone out there? Does God exist”
the eyelids heavy, shaded - umbrella-like,
the pavilion, warblind warrior, forgets
all the kindness and love of country.
mankind looks at him and frets.
a frozen neanderthal, a gypsy
amidst the city traffic - he’s no longer home
in this body cast.
his toes wriggle free, decomposed.
the young looks up at him, wrinkles the nose.
but the image, like a photograph remains
in the mind, a harbor of discontent
and a young man or woman must choose
to ponder every inch or plummet the thought
off a cliff, without realizing they are holding
on with an iron grip, to rinse and repeat
the horror,
with war, hate and the torticollis of love.
2/9/2018
Drawn to the graves
Unbeknown clarity develops like root canal treatment
festering wounds and scull bones loom on the route
In reason and feeling I have no choice but to venture
an ancient drill grinds away carbon in my father’s grave
Gravity certainty narrative German post war collective
guilt betrayal crimes against humanity ‘we only followed’
Orders commands yet propagated propaganda and demise
a generation later my prerogative to look away falls by
The wayside on the path to Auschwitz the stench the cries
train tracks total war extinction ‘Lebensraum’ final solution
My officer dad a cog in the wheel just a soldier or willing
perpetrator and I too am getting longer in the tooth of time
‘What did you do what did you not’ and on a map in the
cellar times and postings little flags of when and where
I cannot avoid the void any longer and my atrocious search
for atrocities smoulders at boiling point and the search is
On for the roots which must be exposed from gold fillings
extracted to knowledge before cavities lie filled with pain
Might be covered with exposure of who I am as my father’s child
Marauding terror, terrorizing toddlers,
Evil has a face covered with vicious attire.
Nihilism is propagated on the podium of religiosity,
Adversity advances unabated by diversity.
Conflicting ideologies kindled by power drunks;
Engaging in power plays, parading as monks...
Resonance of sombre cries,
Unleashing downpours on the savannah plains
Leaving the tares to blossom by sunrise;
Evil continues to reign unrestrained,
Sustained by the docility of the masses....
On the menace called Boko Haram..
By Andrew J.
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