The whole sky was white
No blueness was shown
There was no sunshine
A chill in the air
It was very cold
Then the snowflakes fell
Lightly coating the ground
Only to repeat
Coating the ground white
mother nature tease
She can not decide
Whether it is spring
for thew month of March
Or is it winter
a child collapsed cold in the garden
talisman waved with the wind
violently close to a pardoning-
hardening, molding the kin to her seam inter-winged
horribly marbling volatile harmony
azure veins fold under skin- jittering
gently golden it stings
effigy holding the strings
partially fondling close within cartilage-
pieces now bloom into things-
before following-
thin choreology
thew ending progeny
posed they erode intermittently-
honestly,
iridine progeny,
how are you possibly
watching atrocity knead etymology
skin abound covering, sleeving impossibly
sinew renewed where it feeds on bare faucet leaks
farther it blossoms then seeps something bodily
oddity, pardon me
lovably blue and it bleeds out so audibly
fissure pains bottling
lowly imposingly-
nearing a prophecy
budding up slowly to figurehead modesty
petals all grown out- they shelter so somberly
flay splayed out flower-wise neatly and modestly
peaking autonomy
inky tear conjuring
pink from the fostering
nauseously
cautiously failing to breathe
nameless dobie shepherd
shot ten times with a bb gun
just because he wanted food
his owners thew him in the
woods when he was eight months
old, but alas, they underestimated
his will to survive and to live
nameless dobie shepherd
collapsed on front doorstep
after he prayed apparently
i gave him water and i fed
him leftover grilled chicken
he licked my writing hand in
gratitude and weakly stumbled
in my home
i called my connect at the vet,
and she nursed nameless dobie
shepherd back to health
now he is a handful and a
joymaker in the lives of many
for he pays it forward by helping
me help other lost, abandonned
souls
Every cordel tells something
I don't count at that time
because i haven't done it yet
I did not learn how to rhyme ...
It was because I look for a theme
may be the moan of the emu
or sing of the nightingale
fish without hook for thew ...
So as it’s not twine
can i write the paper
without fear of making mistakes
without censoring me. yet ....
What I did was sextile
broken into seven feet
I'm not much versed in it
it's not cordel style ..
I'm Full of thirsty
I have heart pain,
I don't wish to cry
but of much distress I can die
as bull of nowhere land
nostalgia for my hinterland ...!
PS
Cordel are leaflets containing popular poems, displayed for sale hanging from ropes or string, which gave rise to the name.
Cordel is also the dissemination of art, popular traditions and local authors and is invaluable in maintaining local identities and regional literary traditions, contributing to the perpetuation of Brazilian folklore.
The Russians are coming.
Listening to Portuguese Tv, there is talk of a third wave
of the coronavirus, it is not a wave that flattens out like the calm sea.
It will strike when people get careless and insist on celebrating
X. mass (Jesus can do without his birthday for once) can you?
Then there is the pesky New Year, food, alcohol and dancing
oblivious of the virus that is looking in ready to strike.
The best we can do is to wear a mask, stay indoors and
If you must have a drink with Facebook or the skype.
The Russian has a vaccine that is good and powerful but
we are so Russia phobic we think of lies told by the press
that extoll an American vaccine that the makers of the
the vaccine is not sure of if it really works.
Coronavirus has become politics, and that is gloomy
For us all.
Braveness consist of confidence
that comprises of experience
with a lot of self awareness
people are saying braveness requires a proper plan
like a people using a map
secretly they do admire
braveness that goes with intellect
knowledgeable about the challenges
that lies ahead
tasks that you did in thew past
that were difficult but succeeded
not only firefighting requires braveness
but only in education it does
others are saying
learning to understand
requires braveness and dedication
holding enjoyment in all steps all the way
braveness and confidence are a two way relationship.
I was walking on the beach in the dew of the dawn;
I bended down grasp some sand in my hand;
And I,
Threw some?
And I thew some, and I threw some sand;
As I walked down the countryside;
Right out of my left eye I do spy;
A heart of stone;
I've should have known;
And I,
And I threw some sand;
I let it fly out of my hand;
How can you relate you can hardly understand;
I threw some sand;
This I know;
That I can't go;
If I can't find my way!
So you say
And the peace of the Lord is on high;
I bend down and grasp some sand in my hand;
As this melody plays on,
On and on and on this is my song;
Out my right hand I thew some sand;
As the band played the mandolin;
Walking on the beach;
I felt the inner peace;
While still in my hand I continued to..
Throw some sand;
The Children, The Children
How thier little minds work
No matter thier age they're all have a purpose
The children, the children
How they show thier love
No matter what they know I'll be there
The children, the children
How we dance and laugh
When the music comes on
Not hearing but feeling the beat that comes out
With rythem raging thew are souls
As thier bodies go out of control
Singing even if they don't know the words
Our voices carried beyond the clouds
As are soul's just blend into us each
We feel Devine no need to speak
As are eye's just meet and we all know this feeling is unique
The children, the children
They cry as they leave are spirts are combined
Now are heart's bleeding
The children, the children
They're all apart of me
And another chance to save innocence
So our spirit's can be free
By
Lonnell George
I bid farewell to thee and welcome such ideas,
To no such laws or manifestation of thought,
To know that fire will envelope my peers,
This waking life to immortal sleep, our souls be sort.
Indulgence of life be free and true!
A forced hand and noisy breaths will have me not faltered.
Knowledge is key but Spirit will guide me through,
My Heart's a thew, where I forever kneel, my Altar.
Reality incorporates Divinity,
In the minuscule and immense.
I am without and within, through this infinite vicinity.
I can heartfully act. I can thoughtfully pretend.
Timed choices and pressures of reality.
No matter the past. What of the future?
Be it sane or insanity,
Only we can accept who will be our teachers.
21st April 2015
Fariq Yusoff
Do you remember that first moment when the world
came to meet us in the grandest way?
It was pure joy that was felt in that splendid ere long
under the sun’s ray.
New contentment within was the expression found.
The experience was deep with a heart swelling
somewhat tentative no less profound.
Grab it and hold on to it keep it in the front
of our minds.
When time travels on we all eventually encounter
a stumble in our strides.
But that first true thought will give us the strength
the grit to continue on.
It is the bridge that will help us cross the deep rivers
where our paths sometimes leads us upon.
Do you remember the day when you found the courage
to live the life you dreamed?
A space you had carved out under spirits light
where you felt redeemed.
The creation realized came from your own inner thew.
It wasn’t from another’s light but a discovered inner delight
and away you flew.
Tic tac! Tic tac! Time flies
Encompassing fears and tribulations, she smiles
A second's like a gemstone before her eyes
Trying to please the World before the night cries
What a prodigious woman
Mother of my mother
Without prevaricating, the astonishing wonder
Among many, she dominates like thunder
Made a name that no man can put asunder
What a prodigious woman
Round thew globe and down to Enugu city
Protects her children with love and ferocity
Her achievements soaring the greatest mountain
And her exquisite body that makes men hunting
What a prodigious woman
So tremendous
Extraordinarily gorgeous
Precisely adventurous
Extremely dexterous
Really fabulous
Truly marvelous
Gallantly fantabulous
Finally prodigious
What a PRODIGIOUS woman
Dedicated to my grandmother, Mrs Egbuna.
By Kbillion
iam a bummer
for the summer
love to drink
and wink
and think
as i walk thew beach
we all each
order
BOTTLE WATER
My Hero
My Hero can't leap tall buildings with a single bound. He
doesn't wear a black costume with a cape and pointy ears.
He hasn't scored the winning touchdown or shot a three -
pointer at the buzzer to win the championship. My Hero
isn't any of these things.
My Hero has scars from years of hard
surgyes and years of chemo. His hair is Bald from the years he has fought cancer His voice is deep
and sweet from the many stories he has told, and the meany songs he has sung. My Hero is all
of these things.
my hero loves his family, friends, and fans. He
made sure that we all knew we could all stand strong no matter what was wrong or what we was going thew. He taught me the importance of being strong and honest.
My Hero has done all these things.
My Hero has earned my love and respect. No one else could
take his place cause my Hero is strong, my hero is a fighter. my hero never gives up. and he has a voice of an Angel, for my hero is and all ways will be kevin sharp.
jennifer ward, 2012
Behind the facade, angry gnashing of white,
Eyes filled with hatred as they flash past the plea,
Locking steel shovels powered by thew and by might,
Throw love's trust like freed pearls into the night sea.
The fiend, altered in form, while its rage to her known,
Now desperately trying, his guilt to conceal,
Whispers of innocence to lambs he now moans,
As she buckles beneath the contempt they all feel.
As the gavel meets ice, the truth finally sown,
Stained glass cuts deeper than glass with no zeal,
No longer hidden, the wounds he must own,
But God will call forth the harvest to heal.
She prays her bruised heart will never grow cold,
Looking forth to a time of deep sorrow with dread,
If this hardship she faces brings glory untold,
Dare she ask it be given another instead?
YLE Feb 2011
THIS MOTHER'S LOVE IS LIKE A FIST OF GOLD
TO OTHERS, HARD TO GET AND SO HARD TO KNOW, BUT NOT FOR
HER OFFSPRINGS. HER LOVE IS LIKE THE RADIANT RED ROSE, THAT'S SO SOFT TO THE TO
TOUCH, BUT TO HER OFFSPRINGS HER THORNS PROTECT, BUT HURTS THE SPOILER.
SOME LOVE WILL MAKE YOU CRY LIKE A WEEPING WILLOW.
SOME LOVE WILL MAKE YOU FEEL LIKE YOU CAN REACH THE SKY, ITS WHAT SHE TEACHES
HER OFFSPRING WITH SPLENDOR AND JOY. THIS MOTHER'S LOVE IS THE REASON WHY WE
NEED TO BE. YES LOVE IS EAGER TO STAY, BUT LOVE WWON'T LET YOU WASTE HER
AWAY. THIS MOTHER'S LOVE WILL MOVE ROCKS AND MOUNTAIN TOPS. THIS LOVE WILL
PART THE SEAS, OPEN THEW EARTH, TO ALLOW HER OFFSPRINGS TO KNOW THEIR WORTH.
HOWEVER, THIS MOTHER'S LOVE WILL NOT LET YOU PLAY GAMES WITH HER
WAY.
SUCH IS OF THIS MOTHER'S LOVE AND ALL MOTHER'S OF THIS UPCOMING
AND MAJESTIC DAY. HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TRACEY AND ALL MOTHERS.
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