Why choose war
& recuse ourselves
from peace as a whole?
For this we die boldly
in pieces for
puzzling reasons
Tell me
who's responsible
for this
ungodly treason
The news
spread like wildfire
as fire rained
from the heavens
Is this a message
from The Most High
& spoken blessing?
I'm guessing you should
listen with ears
on your heart as to
avoid convalescence
Subliminal waves
roll in like high tides
crashing a beach party
We reach partly because
we're blind to
the darkness of
the abyss
Reminiscent of
darker times
that's why it's
so hard to reminisce
Our experience
is tied to an ocean
of deeper things
Fish for
the right answers
& take in what
the question brings
We're reeling
in real time
casting lines
with aspirations
Questionable acts
staged for reactions
but we block them
with affirmation
It's internal
demonstration
that rocks them
to the core
Bring forth
infernal flames
from within
shining light on what
earth is spinning for
We fall Hard and steady
Down dimensions unknown
Down, each turn and drop
We turn and tremble, teeming with tingling terrors
Nightmares fuel
Combust and flare outwards until nothing can contain it
We fall
We tumble, down further
Banging, bashing, crashing into oblivion
We tornado outwards, from within
Our hearts break and bend, and release their burdens
They blow like bombs
Our minds burst, and burn like supernovas
Enveloping all that is, and will ever be with blinding light
Eyes scorched and hearts immolated
We climb, turn and tumble
Bumble like buffoons
We soar ever higher, becoming ever lighter
We fly like jet fighters
Higher and higher still
Above the atmosphere
Float… suspended in stillness
Until we blossom and spread like wildfire
Flowering, showering, we sow our stardust seeds
We turn, stumble, and reach
We fall, like meteors, into each other’s orbit
Until collapse
So many homes are devastated!
So many souls are grieving!
And so much distress is created!
But what are these sick creatures achieving?
Nothing but uncontrollable anger
That will spread like wildfire.
And its effects will linger
As nobody will be able to appease this ire.
Is violence acquired or innate?
Is it a reaction or a trait?
Is it our decision or our fate?
Watch out before it gets too late!
Whatever the basis is, nobody is at ease
With this decimating, psychological disease.
Aggression is spreading everywhere,
Causing anguish, fear and despair.
Where’s our right to peace?
When is this hostility to cease?
Isn’t there an efficient cure
To relieve people of what they have to endure?
There must be a resolution
That peace is the best solution.
Yes, there must be a resolution
That peace is the best solution.
The serpent hissed,
on the first day of school,
looking around to find a group to poison
a group to fool.
It's slitted eyes wandered around
searching and searching.
at last the serpent found,
the fools laughing and smiling.
The serpent went,
its black heart beating with eagerness
the smell of innocence. it was addicting.
The fools invited the serpent with open arms
unknowing of the doom that awaited.
Thus, the damage begun,
gossip spread like wildfire
'did you hear? the fools did... how ridiculous!'
The serpent drank it all in. like ambrosia
The fools had been fooled.
The serpent went home, delighted by the turns of event.
It was night,when the fools came
painted red with revenge
for the first time ever, the serpent felt...scared
the serpent backed away, all while hissing
The fools smiles turned haunting
The serpent went missing
and the fools waited,
for another serpent to come hissing
Muhammad, chosen by Allah to lead,
A humble man with a heart full of creed,
His words, a guide to all in need,
A mercy to mankind, indeed.
In the land of Arabia, he was born,
A light of guidance, a hope forlorn,
To worship the one God, he did adorn,
And from idolatry, he did scorn.
His teachings spread like wildfire,
His message of peace, love, and desire,
He conquered hearts with his soft attire,
And made the oppressed feel higher.
A man of integrity and honor,
A just ruler, a compassionate donor,
He spread love like no other,
And made the world a better harbor.
With the Quran as his guiding light,
He led by example, with all his might,
He fought for justice, day and night,
And always stood for what was right.
The legacy of Muhammad (SAW) lives on,
His message of peace, not gone,
A shining star, until the dawn,
A mercy to mankind, forever on.
Evidence cannot and will not be denied
When there is concrete evidence on a computer,
Or from photos, or slides or testing or patents;
That is what it is!
Call it disinformation all that you want
To cave into that is letting denial take over
And putting you and your loved ones at risk!
To avoid researching, when lies spread like wildfire is reckless
Lives are on the line and this is the reality we face
Unity is needed at a dangerous time like this
Truth is the blazing torch to light the way
New things are thrown at us every single day
If you want peace, courage, love and healing,
Acknowledgement is the only way!
Heidi Sands
4/30/22
Yesterday,
Wole-ola wailed home from the farm,
hot on the heel of his father's maimedness.
"The herders chopped his limbs while shooing off their herds from feeding off our field."
He exclaimed with anguish splattered all over him.
I squinted long at him and muttered:
"not my business, so far I'm not touched.
This morning
the news had spread like wildfire:
Nna Uche was tied to a tree
and right there his only daughter, Ogechi, was dragged down and ferociously defiled
by some lanky men until life deserted her.
I shrugged my shoulders and muttered:
"not my business, so far I'm not touched"
In the noon time,
they came again like bandits for Mama Aisha
and made away with her three children, demanding huge ransom.
She wept and writhed in the yard.
I stared long at her and muttered:
"not my business, so far I'm not touched."
Later in the evening,
I went about my usual ramble.
Only to be hemmed in on by these same lanky demons.
I looked long at them and said to myself:
"it might be my business now..."
A burning flame resides inside me..
It has been suppressed..
Supressed flames of the soul
This burning flame is about to ignite
Ignite the flames that had existed within for so long..
I am truly on fire now..
With all of my being..
Being here..
Being there..
Only the burning flame matters
The fire storm of burning flames within..
So it shall remain
Now until eternity..
A burning flame that resides inside me has spread..
Spread like wildfire..
The veil has been lifted..
My soul has been lifted..
My soul has been set free..
I am free now..
To create..
In a state of becoming..
After all the soul yearns for love..
The soul yearns for experience..
The soul yearns for creating..
The soul yearns for joy..
My soul has been set free..
Liberating it feels..
I shall taste it's deliciousness..
I shall smell it's fragrance..
Intoxication of magnificance..
I shall see it's divine aura..
Divinity of the senses..
Ladies and Gentlemen, good folks gather round!
What I have here to show you is worth every pound.
It will soothe your dry bunions, seal your canoe,
Moisten your leather, and stretch your shampoo.
At my own huge expense, from India to thee,
The famous, spectacular, Big Jumbo’s Ghee!
I’ve used it as wheel lube from here to Mumbai.
It can quiet your babies at night when they cry.
It can mollify itching from poisonous plants.
It will ease the infirm of their ravings and rants.
No sir, not a swindle, this is no evil boast.
You can even put Ghee on your pancakes and toast!
Just so, Sambo travelled from hamlet to town,
Selling his Ghee; a half-cup for a pound.
Word spread like wildfire, for this was no hoax.
Just a golden-brown product that’s good for all folks.
He lived very simply, for Sambo was blessed.
And sent home his millions so Mumbo could rest!
5/30/17
For the contest “Little Black Sambo by Helen Bannerman”.
Sponsored by Debbie Guzzi
Hope can spread like wildfire and bless.
It leads to a good attitude, and success.
Hope is an important attribute needed by all.
It is our salvation, for problems great and small.
Hope is a lifelong companion through thick and thin.
It leads to faith, and an assurance from God within.
Hope is one of God’s greatest gifts to eternity.
Add Faith and Love, and happiness is a certainty.
Slowly and softly
His fingers glide
Winding slowly over my lips-
On and On
With every passing;
Nerves shiver and dance
Chills spread like wildfire
Unstoppable—upon my head.
My heart is throbbing and creating a musical note.
“Oh me, his hand is on my throat.”
Gently and sweetly
His fingertips caress.
His lips as divine
As a monk’s silent oath.
Lightly he kisses under my ear.
Moving only an inch, whispers
“Dear sweet, sweet flower,
No fear shall shadow or seek you,
No doubt of my love shall greet you,
For I am only yours to keep.
You are the air I breath.
May my love follow you
into the deep.”
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