Another 24 come and gone,
Time just keeps moving on,
Drawn in by your awareness,
It could care less about progress,
Never second guessing when to move,
Putting you into its groove,
Proving it Can devour your power,
Or shower you with blessings,
Aligning you with the best things,
Some time is never ending,
Sending you into a loop,
Bending to fit your mood,
The faster my attitude improved,
Time passed as if it moved,
Removing its tight hold,
As thew experience unfolds,
Old patterns fade away,
Opening more space in your day,
Extra time to play around,
Stay grounded and aware,
And you'll have some to spare,
Sharing it with all you meet,
Greet each day as if it were new,
Let your emotions teach you,
How to view time through a lens,
Your ends are always met,
Cleansed by all that's true,
Time is defined by what you do,
Emotions are designed to push you,
You decide how fast it goes through,
Every moment is brand new.
calling you the golden child is rude of me when I know your going thew your own kind of pressure. mom and dad want you to be perfect and excel where they failed with me. they see a future in you because they don't see one in me. they put pressure on you to be perfect because I'm the family disappointment and up. so mom and dad see all the perfection they can put into you instead of me because they have given up on me and that's fine because I'm going to rebuild a name for myself and I hope one day you can be proud of me Jericho I don't understand but your's and dad's approval or being proud of me means the world to me I only care what you tow think. I hope one day we will be close. I hope one day I wont be in you shadow or anyone else's I hope Jer Jer that one day you can be proud to call me your sister and I hope one day dad can be proud to call me his daughter.
The Spirit of joy
Is felt by children
Getting excited
For Santa to come
Everywhere they look
Decorations seen
Soon Santa will be
In thew shopping mall
Children wrote a list
To give to Santa
For their Christmas gifts
That they hope to have
Children are anxious
To meet Santa Clause
Sit upon his lap
Telling him their list
The gifts they would like
For the Christmas Day
It snowed all evening
Everywhere was snow
Covering the ground
Corner to corner
Coated with the snow
some leaves on the trees
The trees looked pretty
Coated with thew snow
Decorated white
By Mother nature
With the white snow spread
Outdoors staircases
Have the white snow spreads
House's rooves stacked high
There was snow everywhere
Autumn is gone now
Winter has arrived
Wherever you look
There is lot of snow
There was snow evrywhere
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
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