Dropping Flowers, Blades Of Grass, And Us
Like flowers droop
but refuse to die
from the heat,
like tanned fields
subsumed in the struggle
to survive and keep
the flow of transpiration,
like the trodden blades of grass
pushing through sidewalk holes
to capture the cosmic energy
that fuels them onward
the victory they seek
to be free,
we, like all of nature,
must continue to travel
the jubilee road
riddled with imposing holes
and nullifying roadblocks
that causes us to stop
by the roadside
once and a while,
to check our engines,
water up,
and refuel our spirits
with divine wisdom
and guidance,
navigating us onward
and upward
on the paved footprinted way
our ancestors have left us
in the never ending passageway
to freedom, justice, and equality:
thus, let us buckle up,
and with eyes on the prize,
hit the pedal
along the remaining
bumpy way
of our liberation sojourn:-
Categories:
transpiration, analogy, black african american,
Form: Free verse
The happening
On the balcony sat a raven it had yellow eyes
It crewed with delight.
Ill in bed the flue, a stream of transpiration
turned into a raging river.
Transported me to the sea which was cooling
and calm lowered the fever.
The raven had fallen to its death into the canyon
of high rise flats.
A man picked it up his dinner of the day saved
he wore a feather on his hat.
Categories:
transpiration, age, conflict, courage,
Form: Blank verse
They come every day, While carrying their thirsty axes, in the air they swing their pangas and murder us in cold blood.
Cruelly they chop us one by one, with no mercy they cut our body parts into pieces and load us in their trucks while others carry our carcass on their head to make us charcoal and feed us to the enemy “fire”.
I cry for my beloved brothers and their families, as many have fully gone, separated by strength and quality, For the strongest goes for timber leaving the weak ones banished into the kingdom of fire wood.
Every night is a host of thoughts, our mind turns into flooded river of imaginations, for we do not know the fate on sunrise.
As I speak am worried, for they took my arms first, I don’t know whats next, but that’s not a worry for us gray haired, my worry is they even murder children.
Please if you can hear my small voice help us, for we also help you breathe this fresh air, don’t forget transpiration as you feel the cold breeze under our shed, we too deserve to live.
Categories:
transpiration, africa,
Form: Narrative
the flowers droop
but refuse to die
from the heat
like tanned fields
subsumed in the struggle
to survive to keep
the flow of transpiration
like the trodden
blades of grass
pushing upward
through the hole of sidewalks
to capture
the cosmic energy source
that fuels them onward
towards the victory
they seek
to be free
like we seek to be
as we continue
to travel the Jubilee road
riddled with imposing holes
and nullifying roadblocks
that cause us to stop
by the roadside
once and a while---
droop and recalculate
our sojourning strategies
to get us to the journey’s end:
in the land
of my father’s pride
for which in war—
he and his father died—
protecting the home of the brave
and the land of the free
which has thus far prohibited me
from true freedom, justice and liberty.
Categories:
transpiration, allegory, analogy, black african
Form: Prose Poetry
rain drops gently fall
flora lush and rivers gush
all over again
Categories:
transpiration, rain, spring,
Form: Haiku
Lips kiss and whisper
Transmute our power
Create windless tunnels
Tornado of faith
Blizzard of hate
Summer of love
Signal decay
Tell me it is the end
And I have gone too far
Autumn has begun
An eclipse revealing
our black star.
Divulge the truth
Her Transpiration
Explodes the sun.
Cold winter
exists within
unsaid words
we are destined
To rule our worlds
Categories:
transpiration, autumn, emotions, fire, flower,
Form: Free verse
The lamps malignant overhead transpire
steel to stars, and I
floating over silver highway, am
transpiring dreams
to cars, expectations
passing fast into the horizon.
Tell me, do these dreams die?
Does that which seems so living,
fold over settling
into smoke,
or become a supernova,
a host
of a new neuroses-
the black mouth of poems.
Categories:
transpiration, life, on writing and
Form: Free verse
Everything happens for a reason,
No matter the time of day or season.
Whether it be good or bad,
No need to be mad or sad.
These emotions will waste your focus,
In due time you will notice,
How distracting they can be.
Close your eyes and you will see.
Think of things that bring you joy,
Not of things that stress and annoy,
When times are hard and you are low,
Destiny will appear and show,
The reason for the transpiration,
No need for contemplation.
Everything will be okay,
Time goes on, day to day,
Make a reason for yourself,
Rescue your emotional health,
Keep on trekking, go the farthest,
Change the stars, you're the artist.
Categories:
transpiration, day, imagination, inspirational, philosophy,
Form: Rhyme
Falling leaves of the ash tree
Burned to the ground
Behind you see
The embers found
Wind flows without directional need
Branches fallen lain to fritter
Spreading remains of the withered seed
Yore the scorch the earth un wither
Sprouting stem from far you flew
Careen a trail of destination
Giving birth to hope anew
Tree’s first breath of transpiration
Coppice recapitulate
Life perpetuate
Categories:
transpiration, natural disasters, nature, recovery
Form: Sonnet
For just a moment it was there
For just a moment I saw
The clouds in the heavens
It seems had begun to fall
Lingering in the meadows
Embracing all the shadows
They had come down to rest on the earth
As the sun rose, announcing day's birth
Who, but me, could have foreseen
What was witnessed in that fraction of an instant
I understood all that I possessed
And what it truly meant
For you've somehow brought the clouds to my feet
Just as they were in that distant field
Strange how I never understood I was incomplete
Or grasped the transformation I could feel
How few mortals have taken a walk through the clouds
Who can say they've experienced both the transitory and the unearthly
Is this transpiration even allowed?
And is it something of which I'm worthy?
For just a moment I was there
For just a moment in the air
As I walked on the clouds with you
Knowing it was all I ever wanted to do.
Categories:
transpiration, love
Form: Rhyme
Waddles the Water Cycle is a continuous movement of water on Earth so he never stop
working. He always busy working because Waddles has three major process.
When the sun's energy strike the water on the land and water surface, its time for Waddles
to go to work. The water evaporates adding gaseous water vapor to the atmosphere.
The sun sure make Waddles all heated up but Waddles need to cool off. As Waddles cools
off, water vapor condenses and eventually falls as precipitation (rain, snow, or sleet).
When plants have enough of Waddles, Waddles exit the plants during transpiration,
evaporation from the plant's leaves.
Now, when Waddles isnt held back by plants or bound by soil particles, he either runs off
into a river and streams or restores groundwater.
Waddles will reenter the atmosphere by evaporation, condensation, and precipitation. But
wait! There more! Waddles will never stop because Waddles continuously move water between
the land, bodies of water, and the atmosphere.
Categories:
transpiration, sciencewater, water,
Form: I do not know?