I see my nation, they weep
My leader rejoice now and then
Ancient issues as always be
Ignorance and joy
When actual life weep
The fights and struggles end to this not
Mind was read but sorrow was found
We cry and lament but hope a lot
How could renewed hope be real?
Just an agenda that never been real
My refined neighbor
In mouth we surpassed thee
In name our superiority shout
Real life I wish for no potholes that kill cars
For opportunities and securities
But our failure, still failing
Still winning in illusion
Who of what generation would be
Savior with no vague views
Truth be told and here still stand
Potential I heard we still leads
The unit corrupt highly fatal
Death and hatred wish to other
But all linger down from the led
How sadly speaking minds are now?
Just let sit and cry a bit
Money does not bring true happiness,
This does not exist. Money releases and smoothes
The daily burdens and responsibilities;
It is a relief that diminishes the worries.
Being healthy is the ultimate state of happiness;
Being wealthy is the hollow state of happiness.
The concerns of securities show-up on the screen,
Attack the consciousness, and destroy the spleen.
The fear of death makes it impossible to enjoy life fully.
Money is a well made-up chameleon, a toxic honey.
Money vanishes deceitfully and consistently like hot air balloon.
Money is full of surprises; it is indeed a well disguised buffoon.
Relax, do not live beyond the means; be simple and natural.
Be relevant, normal, more spiritual and less emotional.
Hebert Logerie
October 2013
Drones
The agreeable weather persists and worries me
sitting in the yard trying to read the papers
but hand cramps prevent me
Two flies are circling could be miniature
drones spying on me, could it be the people
in the Guardian who have asked me for money
the last twenty years
there are millions of drones, swarms like clouds
on a hazy mirror, an early morning
Every government has drones, and calls it
securities, a word loaded with falsehood
when they want to control everyone
In Iran, they have moral police with drones
checking to see if women in their gardens
wear veils and cover up their arms
Here in the West, drones take lewd photos
of us and demand money to have them
erased
The drone pair has disappeared, this makes
me annoyed, so I'm not worth spying on
is that it?
Taxi violances
Many taxi owners
Are always murdered
For different reasons
In their taxi industry,
Crime prevention securities
At many ranks and
Houses of taxi owners
With big guns mostly.
Trapping each others
Due to secret coflicts
In some families and
Businesses.
Hate,
Jealous,
Envy
Sounding loudly,
And very
Heavy to carry.
Turning hunters ,
Hunting each others
Publicly.
Very
hard
life,
Yoh!
Yeah!
Yebo! Yes
To live
With much fear daily.
Being riches
But sleepless nights
Thinking of being killed
At any time,
Like some people
With no rights.
Hard
For the government officials
To monitor those crimes,
In many taxi ranks
Of different cities
And
Rural erears.
Hope
Love
And
Peace
Will find
Place
In hearts
Of Crimes
Masterminds
And
stop taxis
Violances.
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
No one knows of the great plans I have for you, spoken by our great creator.
When living in the spirit, your wildest dreams will come true much sooner than later.
The virtue of patients is fleeting in a world of must-haves now.
Windfall fortunes are prayed for yet it is like getting the milk before the cow.
Our fight is not against flesh and blood but against principalities.
Putting on the full armor of God is by far the best investment for securities.
The weapons we fight with are not fashioned from this earth.
On the contrary, they are divine weapons to demolish strongholds ordained to us from birth.
It is good to testify to the gospel of God’s grace.
His wisdom is boundless so after his righteousness I do chase.
Unto the uttermost parts of the earth, I do write,
Until my Father calls me to that long good night.
Investing in securities
Involves the risk of loss.
But it pays to be bullish
Regardless of the cost.
You can’t beat the house
If you don’t take a chance.
The same rule applies
In the realm of romance.
It’s all fiduciary bull.
You’ll soon regret the cost.
Investing in relationships
Involves the risk of loss.
We are the children forgotten.
Scribbled out by your other half.
The one you chose to move on with as we wavered in the dark.
Just like that everything changed in the waking of your absence.
My childhood now tainted by the laws of abandonment.
You broke my Mothers heart with the unfaithful weight of your lies.
The hurt so clear on her face there was no place to hide.
All the contentment I once felt turned into vulnerability.
All the securities I had now insecurities.
Guilt reared its ugly head in the midst of my emotions.
I pretended to be ok but inside I felt broken.
Detachment became a friend as I couldn't accept the truth.
You were supposed to be my Father yet I became a stranger too you.
The tick along of time at different pace,
quantify measures to compare the maze.
For little relevance when dressed in vain,
pushing limits to every little single gain.
Time of sleep calls silently the eternal bliss,
soft gleams in that image of a gentle kiss.
The longest day in locked up securities,
hours of ever growing maturities.
Riding the beast of burden in wounded time,
adrenaline heart beats, no more the same.
Memories of times where joy flooded with ecstasy,
measures of true divine necessity.
Circumferences that delivers months end meet,
guided souls that listen to the deed.
Time spend and touched by love,
giving soul in receiving touch from above.
Shadows of time in brief memory,
weakest link by fearing sensory.
Time keeper and celestial concern that unites,
devoted fortune to acquainted lights.
Western Lowland Gorillas are listed as, critically endangered
and they are most numerous and widespread of all gorilla subspecies
They are found in the Congo Basin, that has been humanly disadvantaged
and they in habitat, the densest remote rainforests, for their securities
Western Lowland Gorillas, are slightly smaller than their cousins
and have a brown-grey colour, with an auburn chest that looks muscular
Significant populations exist, in isolated swamps and swampy forests
but large numbers have not protected, the Western Lowland Gorillas
Their threats are poaching and disease, strongly decimating their numbers
by more than sixty percent, in the last twenty to twenty-five years
and they are hunted for bush meat, and captured to become human pets
If all threats were removed, it will be 75 years for their numbers to improve
Tied memories and nostalgia in pictures,
the scent and its past influence scriptures.
Roasted potatoes and chicken at home,
fresh cut grass tossed and roam.
Channel no 5 and my english teacher,
many erotic dreams to reach her.
The paint in the hallway of my first apartment,
the smell of sex and its excitement.
Doors of scented memories as instant reward,
lavender fields and its getaway in accord.
Pleasant surprises gingerly on your neck,
still holding at times your hand on this trek.
Mysteries by odor in tangible and inexplicable at once,
billions of molecules by random chance.
The world from the nose of individuality,
everybody’s attraction to the point of sincerity.
Constantly recorded memories emerged,
loved ones imparted scent diverged.
Template for resonance and reasons,
captured still after many seasons.
Scents repel and attract, pushing or pulling,
pheromones the language of animals willing.
Territories to ward the rivals in love,
smells that conjure by memory touch.
Securities in the pillow tainted longing,
breath deeply that certain belonging.
Inhaling wistful nostalgia as identity,
love notes by diverse natures serenity.
Lying in ill warrant still slumbering
Its own age quill rule; restless wandering
In its grandeur, brandish securities
Ought they, beget these magical beauties
4/26 2020
Taken from the poem"Breezing Trees Heard the Whispers of Leaves"
Poetry Contest: Rithimus Divisa 3'
Sponsored By: Gregory R Barden
Amidst trees cover; shelters shadow, lace
Ferns, and flora. A citadel's embrace
Once coppice now cracks, and cushion soft moss.
Liana crawls upon the stone, exhausts
Castle walls for access to the filter
Of sunlight, sweet fragrant magic philter.
Noiseless dark and deep, disquiet rhythmic
Mistral wind, alongside natures lactic,
Lying in ill warrant still slumbering.
Its own age quill rule; restless wandering
In its grandeur, brandish securities.
Ought they, beget these magical beauties,
Crows radiant mid-night impudent thieves,
Where breezing trees heard the whispers of leaves.
4/17/2020
Poetry Contest: Poetic Lines From A Poetry Soup Poet - Vijay Pandit
Breezing trees heard the whispers of leaves - From the poem, The last goodbye
Sponsored by: Silent One
The tree of senses keeps me close to my conscience,
liberating the bondage of believes in existence.
In certainty of identification to belong in effect,
by family as race and nationality towards self-image detect.
The individual perspective by self awareness in social situation,
maintains for the observers affirmation towards recognition.
The body language in color of skin in particular,
revealing the indigenous humanity curricular.
The status quo of race and native are the history,
righteous beliefs trapped by inherited mystery.
Take your courage to eternal universal action,
creating the self of truth to the freedom of beliefs as attraction.
Then every belief creates the relevants of attachments of some not belief,
only the divine order by faith is the relieve.
National identification as living force by being a patriot,
false securities claiming political manipulation as idiot.
Humanity as spirit knowledge on earthly quest,
the truth in purpose has its color and social status as test.
I who am…insipid, vapid bland, inadequate life
My life halfhearted I am uninspired
I am Spiritless in a place of safety refuge
I am for certain, I need,
a deed to land in life and death
How chosen are we
When the blood flows out
Still and solid I am No longer talking
Dead to live be I living
My new home is in the skies
Where I’m alive no longer dead you’re not but I am
No need for heat my God keeps me (safe and warm)
His ever presents how can I be sure ?
When all the time you changed my mind
I asked for more and more
How can I be sure safe, quiet, cozy comfortable in sanctuary?
Secluded withdrawn isolated and safe haven
refuge my sanctuary safe keeping covering me
Preserve yet my cushion life inoculate unworldly securities
Yet still I’m pathetic etiolated blanch reclusive unprivileged
So am I decrease in importance lost significance I’m blench keep safe
11/26/19
Pale shelter Poetry Contest Free verse poetry form only.
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
A Conservative View
Written: by Tom Wright
1/23/2014
Congress leaves me worn and at times acerbic,
Their unfettered activity runs wild and free.
It seems to the truth most have become allergic,
Finding no common ground in which they agree.
They believe it’s irresponsible if laws aren’t passing,
And taxing the working, the name of the game;
Each yearly budget will be last year’s surpassing,
While finger pointing and placing unjust blame;
They invest in securities like an inside trader,
Uncovering knowledge of preferred stock shares;
Their lifestyle resembles some corporate raider,
Finding each year more became millionaires.
Their primary concern slants to the status quo,
Helping the slothful thus perpetuating dependency;
The slothful has an addiction to untaxed dough,
When this state occurs ruination is the tendency.
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