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Some words undergo alteration if you add
or remove a single letter from their spelling.
Remove the “a” from “paint” and you get “pint.”
Add an “o” to pint and you get “point.”
Remove the “o” from point and add an “r” 
the result is “print.” And that’s what happens 
when you make it a point to have more than a pint 
and paint the town – you end up in print.

DETACHED

A PITCH BLACK NIGHT WITH A LOUD SILENCE AROUND ME EXACERBATES MY FEARS

 WAITING FOR DAWN TO SET, I CRINGE MY TEETH AND UNDERGO INVOLUNTARY SHAKING AND A COLD SWEAT. TREPIDATION RADIATES DEEP DOWN TO MY CORE.

 PARANOIA AND DELUSION SYNCHRONIZE AND EXPLODE INTO A PANIC ATTACK.

A SKY WITHOUT STARS, A FOREST, WITHOUT TREES.
A HUMAN BEING WITH JUST HIS SHADOW AS A COMPANION

MY IMAGINATION RUNS WILD LIKE A BOBCAT DEEP IN THE MOUNTAINS WITH ONLY ONE OBJECTIVE, TO SURVIVE....

THE EVILS OF RACISM

I am human with the same dignity and power,
then why treat me like an alien?
Our skincolour differs, but we are all created and designed by one God and maker.

I have great potentials just like the white man,
But I am treated and rejected just because of my colour.
I undergo physical, emotional and social discrimination and suppression, 
Just because my skin colour is black.

I have been enslaved and colonized by a foreign master,
Beaten and suppressed to accept a foreign rule,
Discriminated because of my elegant black beauty.

Striving to live and survive in this dominating world,
But all efforts seems futile.
I will continue to make efforts and see that my skin colour is appreciated and upheld in the society at large.

An Occupation's a Narration

     An occupation is a narration
       telling one’s story
       in all its glory ... 

     Though o’er the narration's duration   
       ~ it may undergo alteration

I never heard of Tariff until recently

For those who liberate the caged bird, 
They also liberate themselves.
Individuals who instigate conflict for,
 Monetary benefits will ultimately undergo reformation in due course.
History often repeats itself many times,
 Yet some individuals fail to heed their warnings.
The Great Wall of China, was damaged by workers
As they were trying to make shortcuts to get to the other side.
The Trojan Horse was constructed with strategic thinking. 
Similarly, the Berlin Wall was built as a barrier.
Today marks a competitive phase between
Temu and Shein are notable entities in the clothing industry.
 It remains to be seen if they will address the challenges and opportunities within the sector effectively.
The term "Tariff" has become familiar to me over the past few months.
Shall we worry about them; shall we give in? shall we seek solutions?
Only divine wisdom can guide us during challenging times.
For those who liberate the caged bird, 
They also liberate themselves.

First Poem

This poem is Cole’s first
This poem wasn’t rehearsed
it’s not my best
but it’s not my worst
my creativity will show
the great changes my brain will undergo.

Vines in Winter

    Into dormancy vines enter
    preparing to grow for next season,
    as vines have some valid reasons
    to adjust with chill of winter.

    Vines to undergo some changes
    as both physiological,
    and also biological,   
    survival process to arrange.

    Leaves take on soft shimmering glow 
    before shedding off in the Fall .
    when Autumn breeze starts to follow.
    No photosynthesis at all.

    The sap just sinks into the roots
    till next vegetable cycle
    to sleep getting ready for fruits :
    Resting period ! Plant’s own style.

   Till Spring plant takes this precaution
   Simple behaviour of Vine.
   Plant to get Nature’s protection.    
   In winter survival runs fine.

Devotion and Doubt

At dawn I kneel beneath a sacred glow,
My heart clings fast to truths I deeply know,
Yet through each beam, dark currents softly flow,
O Lord, what purpose lies within our woe?

In crowded streets where fleeting dreams bestow
A promise brief—like blooms that cannot grow,
I search Your Word where endless hope may show,
O Lord, what purpose lies within our woe?

The cross stands firm—a beacon all aglow,
Redeeming scars with love that gently grows;
In every trial, Your mercy we bestow,
O Lord, what purpose lies within our woe?

When midnight’s veil descends upon us low,
I trust You, guide through ebb and ceaseless flow;
Your grace redeems each sorrow we undergo,
O Lord, what purpose lies within our woe?

Though storms arise and bitter tempests blow,
I stand in faith, where deeper virtues grow;
Within Your truth, a quiet peace will show,
O Lord, what purpose lies within our woe?

At journey’s end, when mortal steps move slow,
I yearn for heaven’s light that brightly glows;
And in that promise, every grief meets foe,
O Lord, what purpose lies within our woe?

Gethsemane

At the Mount of Olives, in a garden called Gethsemane
Jesus asked His friends, “Please, will you all stay here and pray with me?”
It was after supper and He knew His time would quickly come
So, He prayed for strength to do the things that He knew should be done.

He looked at His friends and found that they had all fallen asleep
So, they did not see His sorrow and His pain ran very deep.
“Can you not keep watch,” He said, “And stay awake a little while?
Pray to God with all your heart that you’ll not undergo the trial.”

He cried to His Father, time and time and time again did speak.
“Willing is the Spirit but the flesh is oh so very weak.
Father, take this cup from me before I freely drink my fill.
But, Father, not as I want, I come to do Your holy will.”

Ministered by angels, who came round to offer strength to Him,
From His brow the blood did flow, and pain racked Him in every limb.
Finally, the soldiers came and all His friends just ran away.
And then, by His own disciple, with a kiss He was betrayed…

The Smile

away from home
on my own 
fifty years ago

I saw your smile
unique style
when we said hello

I was eighteen
new on the scene
you became my bro

so many moons
musical tunes
some fast and some slow 

lots of heartbreaks
picking up stakes
when we had to go

calamity
insanity 
hard times to undergo

intoxicants
can't pay the rent
always short on dough

you've seen trouble
my soul double
and it's brought you low

here's hoping I'll 
see the smile
I saw
fifty years ago

Decision of Jesus

Jesus knelt at the feet of his spirit animal
feeling His Father’s approval and strength
Recognizing the difficulties of the tests he would undergo
But rising to the challenge, as easily as any lion
his spirit guide gave him the nod, approving his decision
to remain on earth, be crucified and reborn
in order to save worldly souls.

Letting Go

In life, sometimes, I must engage the clutch -
I step on the gas, navigate, and drive.
At other times, that doesn't help too much,
I ease off, coasting freely to survive. 

In younger years, I'd grab onto the reins -
start a family, pursue a career.
Now that I am retired with aches and pains,
my kid is independent, not so near.
 
As life brings changes I must undergo,
I find it's better to stop and let go.

I do not know

I respect not the cruel world!
Brickbats at me it ever hurled!!	
As a human, me it forgot!
The cruel world, I respect not!!

I do not know… how I survived!
Parental love I was deprived!!		
Many snubs I did undergo!
How I survived… I do not know!!

As a stray man, me people stamped!
My freedom wings, they ever clamped!!
Upon me they did place a ban!
Me people stamped… as a stray man!!

A Serious Emergency

My Beautiful One, don’t bask in the glory of the victory,
As you know,
our hearts collided accidentally,
Just be a little bit patient,
to remove your roots from my body 
otherwise, I will soon undergo emergency surgery

In Pacifica

In Pacifica
I despise that portrait of me.
The likeness ends
with the name.
Yes, Jane Seymour, unbeheaded
Queen of England.
No, not of pinched thin lips
and sharp bird-beak nose.
Those hideous wimples
tented on over plucked foreheads
displaying protruding toad eyes....
I was not the smoldering gypsy beauty
of Anne Boleyn
nor the loud, youthful
excess of everything
Katherine Howard
but look what their beauty cost them:
one head apiece.
I was pretty in my watchful, rich-wombed way.
I carried a King in my devoted belly
and a great love for my cousin-husband,
a fondness for estranged young Mary
and a fervent wish for peace.

I carried the scent of my beloved garden
sweet forsythia
nor the harlot’s stink of
Paris and promiscuity.
I was loathe to undergo
a coronation

I did not want to be Queen
and yet here I am,
the only wife to receive a queen’s funeral
and share a tomb
with the Beheader.

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