Rumbled Poems

The Grace

Fall seven times, rise eight
Shake off the dust, shed the weight 
Soldier on with increased stride and pace
Unwavering and wearing a brave face
For the man who believes lives
And God who forgives gives

All have sinned and fallen short 
No man’s will is a formidable fort
His building and watching are in vain 
His own ways and means must be slain
And too his appetite for transgression
If God’s Will must find expression 

The old must waste and face ban
For the full making of a new man 
The Spirit of God puts up insistence 
Overpowering the flesh’s resistance 
And since so little of self was involved 
No flesh claims to have had this resolved 

Praise be to God for His Grace
Being our edge of Truth in life’s race
For the picture would be grim and dim
Had it not been for Him
And so where we gloated and rumbled 
We now stand redeemed and humbled 

Not by might, not by power
Nor by the apt knowledge of the hour
Did we find ourselves favored
Or claim to have so laboured
We were carried on eagle’s wings 
We who are now made priests and kings 

K. Muitherero

A Battle For The Throne - Wikipedia

 Uranus once ruled the ethereal realm
 And for a while was at the helm
 Until his son, Cronus, overthrew him
 But Cronus, too, would have the crown seized from him

 Cronus feared he'd lose the throne
 Which caused him to swallow more than his pride
 He swallowed his children; his wife did groan
 But Zeus, she managed to hide

 Zeus would eventually rescue his swallowed kin
 A potion given to Cronus caused him to 'hurl' them out
 But for the throne, there would  be a war to win
 In their battle with Cronus, victory came about
 
 Thunder rumbled, and a dark cloud coils
 Now it was time to divide the spoils
 Cronus  was imprisoned, never to be set free
  Zeus got the sky and Poseidon the sea

agony

a shriek,
	a high-pitched scream echoed against the walls,
lightning flashed,
	thunder rumbled deep and hard into my chest.
 pain,
	tightness,
		ache,
			sorrow.
it cannot be real, this is not happening, I cannot believe it.
to never again see,
talk,
hug,
love on,
		joke,
dance.
our son was –
our only boy was – 
our eldest child was – 
our headache was – 
our heart was – 
our angel is – 
forever 26.

Thunder Mountain

As I fondled my plunder
A wind from down under 
Got caught on the breeze

It wafted and floated
But still I felt bloated
And dropped to my knees 

As it tore me asunder
I recalled days of thunder
What'd help to appease

My stomach just rumbled
In agony mumbled
Some TUMS if you please 

Took more than two rolls
Prayers read from dead scrolls
To cure this disease 

But then belly now loaded
The wind then exploded...
And blew bark off the trees

The Jagged Edges

Pride goes before destruction and a haughty spirit before a fall.  
Proverbs 16: 18

      she stood tall on the jagged edges of the cliff
face worried as she noticed the rough seas
whilst above high dark clouds rumbled
though the sun shone straight at her face
could it enlighten her about what had happened

      thoughts came and went, as she remembered
the letter he had sent her and wondered
        was she deceived by her soldier and sister
he insulted her refusing to marry him
and she insulted him back vowing
          she would never marry him come what may

      still thoughts rumbled inside her mind
was he really proud or was she prejudiced
          the jagged edges of a knife pierced her soul
could there have been some half-truths in his insults
she still hated him but admired his handsome face
      facts churned in her head and confused her even more
could she face those jagged edges of truths

      she turned and walked down the rough cliff
her soul lacerated with truths and pride

Placed 1

By the Streetlamp

on our way back from a trip,
got down by the bright streetlamp.
hunger raged, bowels rumbled.
the inviting smell of food,
wafted from nearby cafe.
noodles and spicy meat fry,
with a cup of steaming tea,
titillated our palate.

the neck tie

The  Necktie

He woke up fully dressed, minus his tie, in the lumpy bed
of a third-rate hotel, which had a fridge beside the TV
The last semi-civilized place, one up from sleeping rough 
The room reeked of depravity, and a dusty curtain 
protecting the inhabitants from the cruel world outside
The news was about a woman who strngled with a tie
He sat up, and he had lost his tie
The tie was green with black dots on it, should he ring
the TV station and ask what color the tie is? 
Or should he remorsefully and fearfully sober confess 
to a murder he could not remember having committed
The fridge rumbled, he got up, opened it, in the hope of 
finding a cold beer; there, wrapped around a bottle 
whisky, a red necktie

Booty Shakers

He said 'owwww' 
as she said 'ouchhh'.
On a Saturday night.

'Cause back in the day they could hit the dance floor,
 leaving others grinning , taking notes of their steppin' toes.

As the effortless sway from side to side,
made them smile, 
music just right,
jamming throughout the night.

The DJ was spinning records from the beginning,
 to the ending, as they placed upon their heads the crowns.

He said unto the crowd,
they were the booty shakers,
make no mistake, earthquakes
rumbled with each and every move.
Flips and turns, that others yearned,
wishing they, too could do; to watch and learn.

As royalty was on the dance floor.

leaving others to take note, and yearn for more.

Stones for Skipping, Stepping, Sliding

I stood on edge of stream
crystal clear and cobbled,
with stones jagged and rough,
smooth flat and rounded.
How could this rumbled jumble
or rocks and gravel have got there?
Which stone was tossed and thrown?
Which was skipped there by tiny hands
trying for eight skips or more?
Which was placed strategically in
a row of stepping stones for dry-feet
to cross the stream to the other side?
Which stones slid and bounced there,
from way upstream, carried by 
the last raging snow-melt torrent?
My path through life has similar
ups and downs, with slips and slides,
rocks and gravel, all rumbled 
and jumbled together. 
With the legacies of the ways I've found to 
skip, step and slide, 
to reach my milestones in the 
sinuous stream of life,
riddled with scattered stones.

Silent Night

It was late at night, and 
everything was dead quiet.
Only in the unruly city 
Did people create a riot.

On the side, straw was scattered; 
A baby pika crawled in.
His stomach rumbled; 
He was on a forced diet.

All around was silence, 
But he hid in some straw.
Two shivering people crawled in. 
The baby pika looked in awe.

Still, the night was silent. 
As the woman lay down.
She emptied her things, 
A swaddling cloth and a gown.

Soon, she was to give birth. 
The baby pika groaned in despair.
The babe was born,
The cow shed was filled with celestial light.

Heavenly music filled the manger, 
Angels flew above in adoration.
Hail, the Saviour, was born 
For everyone of any nation.

Even the baby pika felt elated,
And wondered what he should do.
As shepherds came to adore, 
The baby pika just joined the queue.

Haunted House

Getting down at a strange place in a desolate station,
I looked for an Uber taxi to reach my location.
There was no one around, and no taxi in view.
I knew rain coming, as thunder rumbled and wind blew.

It was getting late and the sun had already set.
With darkness surrounding me, I felt so upset.
Panic stomped into me as I stood desperately alone.
From far I got the enticing smell of a cologne.

Looking around I saw someone hastily coming
It was a lady and seemed of decent grooming.
She sensed my escalating fear and volunteered to escort.
I accompanied her, profusely thanking her for support.

   *         *         *           *        *         *

Opening my eyes, I saw the lady down on the floor- a corpse frosted.
To my great shock, I knew I was in a house haunted.
A wave of dread ran over me and I screamed in terror
Unable to move, my body shook in deadening horror!

Rock Steady

He played a rock steady beat,
That rumbled as a train on its tracks.
The echoes rebellious stark.
Moving the nicotine in the chest.
Siphoning joy from the very air.
Distilling it down to a sound.

He played a rock steady beat,
The snare rasping like sand on grass.
Hip swaying and ecstasy led.
A blur of microphone humming.
Distorted and redacted down.
Making sense only to the senses.

He played a rock steady beat. 
When summer heat promises darkness.
Sweat crawling spider like.
Unable to think through the noise.
A dream of bass note vibrations.
And white lightening feedback.

Beautiful Creatures

 meow meow
i called the kitten 
who have never eaten
and i say
 meow meow

 arf arf
barked the dog
who got jealous 
and he say
 arf arf

 tweet tweet
birds that fly
greeted Hi
and they sing
 tweet tweet

 creak creak

who could have 
made all of them 
made me smile
heart's overwhelm

 swish swish
fish on the pond
flapped their tails
and they go
 swish swish

  roar roar
and we got scared
the mighty lion
rumbled
 roar roar

 hiss hiss
a snake came out
the bushes 
and goes
 hiss hiss

 broom broom
as I drive over
the wilderness
 broom broom

we've all seen
the masterpiece 
now I wonder
who is the
great artist?

Another Haiku

   

  Thunder rumbled sky
Pitter-patter of raindrops
       A fire crackles

If I Had My Time Over Again

If I had my time over again
I wouldn't eat that take out.
My stomach rumbled in the den
And diarrhea I had no doubt.
I ran quickly to the toilet.
Unfortunately, I didn't make it.

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