A breathless black bird cannot fly,
Yet, a drowned fish can still float in water;
You can eviscerate its tongue, but you
Cannot unring a rung bell;
But you can knee a black man’s neck,
And he’ll never breathe again;
You may oppressively beat us to the ground,
But we shall rise again;
For we are indeed,
The children of blood and thunder
And we shall not stay down:-
No, a breathless black bird cannot fly,
Yes, a drowned fish can still float in water;
Though the pandemic road ahead
May be rough and rugged,
We’re well equipped with bulldozer souls;
Like butterflies, we may be cocooned in metamorphosis,
Yet, we shall soar with eyes on the prize;
We’re like the circadian moon—waning—
But always waxing back to fulfillment;
Like the sun going to its evening horizon settings,
We too, shall continue to rise again and again:-
I was born in a wild February winter snowstorm
the snow was falling pure white and fluffy . . . so I am told
and I came screaming into this cold frozen world
and perhaps it is because of the storm that I love snowflakes
I adore the February snowy scenes
and adore the purple amethyst stone of peace and tranquility
representing my birth month
and love the delicate beauty of the fragrant purple violet flower
symbolizing willpower, thoughful, and gentleness
given to February ...in Canada violets grow out of the melting snow
the month creates a faithful, free spirit, deep thinking kind of person
a humble, creative, honest and calm person
February is a month of quiet transition
a time for inner cleansing and to connect with your soul
a time to be inspired by the beauty of nature
to see how God has created delicate winter scenes
just follow a frozen path into the woods
to hear the creaking music of the trees
the murmur of February's whispering wind
and the birds singing a symphony
to soothe a February soul
O how important it is to believe in prayers
Also the power of the almighty Lord God
Thoughful to offer fervent prayers daily
More important is our words and actions
To match what we pray from a contrite heart
We are free to offer sacrificial prayers
But, the Lord God Almighty knows our hearts
Concept by Sonia Kagoli
Poetry Chipepo Lwele
25/01/2023
There is a theme of graciousness
in your bearing that freely flows.
Your heart exudes true thoughtfulness.
There is a theme of graciousness
that imparts from your consciousness.
The more used, the greater it grows.
There is a theme of graciousness
in your bearing that freely flows.
Thoughful
Witty outgoing Creative sensitive
Love my Husband cat and being outside
better schooling for kids Bungy Jumping,Recycling, pollution reduction
I get scared sad and giddy
Afraid of small places Death and Spiders
Things I wanna do are bungy jumping hang gliding surfing
resident of the planet earth,
poet
You are tender
and heart
does easy bruise
kind and thoughful
unlike those
who easy use
with understanding
overlooking
frailties
and have provided
promises
which ever please
how gently
you embraced me
and with your mantle
draped
took me in and knew me
where your love
in me was shaped
left me with your token
a seal set
upon my heart
it bespeaks your promise
in loyalty ne'er
to depart
Heb 6:16-20
COPYRIGHT © 2011 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
The lightly touching tinkling bells,
Shimm'ring, babbling, laughing in the breeze,
The ever-merry tapping bells,
Who now has these?
Low, slow, iron bells;
Deep, still, lead bells.
Bells. Bells. Bells.
All gladly-sounding glowing golden-bells,
Lilting, lighter, brighter yellow bells,
Mightier-yellow even whiter bells!
Ivory-keyed I-concerto-bells!
Striding proudly in the breeze
I have these!
The bells of thoughts serenely dear,
Planning, looking, finding---here!
The hand that reaches for the loved bell's face,
Then touches, almost, the perfect place.
Low, slow, iron bells;
Deep, still, lead bells;
Bells, bells, bells.
Bells. Bells. Bells.
All terrible-sad mad rebellious bells,
Brazed, swinging-fast Goliath bells,
Stronger, harder-hearted mountain bells,
Caught! Smelted! Recast!
Now joyous-sounding royal-loyal-bells,
Silver-lovely radiant treasure-bells,
Sure-as-morning's darling pleasure-bells,
Sledging! steady! ready! wedding -bells! Bells!
All happy in the breeze,
We have these!
High, soft, snapdragon bells;
Kissed, whisp'ring, thoughful body-bells,
Bells.....bells.....bells.
I walk across the room and I see you there
Then you look up and give me that stare
Is it the outfit I'm wearing
Or is it mi figure that keeps you staring
Is it my smile that lets you unwind
Or is it my eyes that seem thoughful and kind
is the way I walk in those Versachi heels
Or is it my mind that seems so real
is it my heart you want to steal
Or is it my soul you want to reveal
Is it my lips you wanna touch
Or is it the fact that looking at me is not enough
Is it my body language that gets to you
Or is it the things you think I can do
I guess I'll never know your secret
But with the way your staring you wont be able to keep it
I guess this question always crosses my mind
I know I am really thoughful and kind
I can be confident when I want to
And sometimes I don't know what to do
Sometimes I can be a little insane
because my life is going down some mystery lane
I know I will go to college
Because I am young and full of knowledge
i hate to see people die
Because that means I've really said good-bye
I plan to be successful one day
So I wont let anyone stand in my way
So next time i get asked this question I will nod
Yes I am a child of of God
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