It felt like Autumn
on this morning’s run
I want it to be fall
with its syllabus of vibes
I’m signaling a stance
I’m autumn’s undoubted champion
wearing my choice like gangland colours
- I could give my all to fall -
summer only ever had my subdivided attention
Summer’s just too needy: it demands relaxation,
bare legs, sun block, beach plans, hydration,
barbecue, and relentless fun, with scant variations
I want the visual promise of leaves falling
the flattering autumnal colour palette
my whole devotion crowns shortening days
fall always serves as a competent stylist
complete with venti pumpkin lattes
and mornings with a costume of frost
Unbind the theatrical heats of midsummer nights
and let the season's advance revive us
show us falls slanting golden afternoon light
let crisper darknesses harbour counterfeit witches
and lengthening dusks warrant winter wishes
Let fall assume her russet throne
and give us autumn’s cool agenda
without the influenza
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Songs for this:
Ping Pong by Dimie Cat
Messy by Lola Young
Just as the elements within our lives are inevitable to intercede
There are also uncontrolled forces that have to circle the world
Pride, envy, gluttony, lust, sloth, wrath, and greed
These 7 deadly sins are sold more than the blooded diamonds and pearls
With prayer and faith I stand next to my mother.
And with undoubted submission I'd give anything for my sister.
I'll forever go to war for and with my brother.
But ever since Cain killed Abel, family's have killed, and killers get richer.
Lord when you gather your souls back please grant us your mercy
Grab our hearts with the inner core of your palms.
We drink from a cup but Revelations still leaves us thirsty.
Deliver me like the light you spoke of in the beautiful book of Psalms.
Wash the pain, suffering, and betrayal from our flesh.
Let your light dry away the history of grieving within tears.
Invite me to throw away my sins as I ask with all my chest.
And forgive man as I will forgive myself when your flood crosses near.
As you settle into year 15,
reflect upon what came before.
The 14 years of being you,
allll creatures/people you adore.
There have of course been troubled times -
Life does not spare the least of us.
But these misfortunes must not blind,
The chance to grow a little more.
Your willful beauty, strength of poise,
undoubted talent, all employs ...
To make you who the world does see.
Now we; we see much more - for sure!
A gentle empathetic heart,
The understated counterpart,
Of outward guise. We love this part!
And wish you joy, with all candour.
Happy Birthday beautiful girl!
I blame you for my success
I have looked back
Seen you
Breathing on my neck
Pushing me
Sometimes throwing me
On the deep end of things
When I successfully failed
To follow your words
You cornered me again
Attacked me with ideas
Over and over
I have seen your fingerprints
Where I progressed.
With that the steel was tempered
I blame you for my success
If I find you today
I must kill you with gifts
Where are you?
You, a soaring eagle
Undoubted master of the sky
Spied on me from where you fly
Shooting from the morning sun
Landed at dawn and dropped a line
I saw a falcon said you
And here I am, the falcon
But where are you?
I must kill you with gifts
I am flying across the highs
On which cloud are you?
Life is a day that starts with the glimmers and glows of sun.
Those colours become brighter, progressing like when you first learned to run.
The hours pass ‘till the morning just like the years before you became. Fate is time’s little fool, you don’t get one without the other in life’s little game.
Soon your hours get longer, lost in the shadows of the midday sun.
Here you feel the power of what you are at the peak of your magnificence, your undoubted one.
The twelve hours now in the second iteration are without your permission spun. Youth lost like the petals of a flower after rain and wind has done.
Wisdom through age gathered now holds court when answers don’t want to come. The questions you leave unanswered because you don’t want to see what your youth has become.
Soon you’re in your last six hours of the day that is your life. Do you whine, curse, moan about your lost time, your lost dreams you know: ‘what you could have been or done’? Or do you intend to live those hours longer than the eighteen before was done? Live the minutes by the second and make each second a different one.
The past scoops me up
and hovers over the depths of my emotions,
drawing the lines of reactions
and taking me closer to undoubted results.
Experience guides me
ever reminding me of times gone by
and luring me only to predictable things to come,
somehow holding me captive,
allowing no room for reckless chance.
How comforting, the familiar.
How foolish the secret desire
to venture into the strangeness
of new surroundings.
Yet change is provocative.
A misty glimpse of things anticipated
but not yet reality calls to me,
causing the stirring of the unfamiliar
to quicken my spirit,
leaving me gently shaken, wanting more.
Teardrop to the mortal bones,
climbs of sympathy to the immortal soul,
tormented by desires and anchored by divine wings.
its pieces scattered, scars and memories unfaded.
perceived, the Godly demeanour undoubted.
enigma, toiling to disfigure this nature.
beautiful portrays, the gentle soul of the Painter,
toiling to reveal this nature.
the preamble to the exit
what a questionable nature.
teeth grinding and shiver, the fusion of uncertainty and hope
what a waste of a beautiful life.
Swords, knives, switchblades and more
Assassins circling by the score,
No-where to run, no room to breathe,
All I can do is watch them and seethe.
Little they know these cowardly hyenas
Drooling at the mouth spitting subpoenas,
That just as a lion in a cage,
My strength increases with my rage.
They think I’m cornered, flailing and bleeding
Their tongues salivating readied for feeding,
But a little surprise is lying in wait,
Too stupid to see I’ve laid poison as bait.
Each morsel they eat
Is announced by my tweet,
For the public to know
Their vile deeds to show.
A wave of support flowing my way
Their hearts and their minds this way I’ll sway,
Courage undoubted, tough to the core,
Just what they want for six years or more.
I’m walking on cloud nine
My victory divine,
To the legions full of haters
And the Media’s nasty baiters,
All I say is ‘told you so’
Go ahead and all eat crow!
A new dawn has now arisen
Gone the shackles of this prison,
Euphoria’s clearly not the word
But the best of those I’ve heard
To describe my sense of glee
That I’d simply call ‘Whoopee’.
I’m the toast of this fine town
The cat’s undoubted super meow,
Handshakes everywhere galore,
High-fives and fist bumps by the score,
I’m the man of this momentous hour
Discarding doubts as to my power.
,
All this money gone to waste
Accusations spat in haste,
But isn’t Karma such a ,
The perfect lesson for that witch
That her loss was fair and square,
If all just won but by a hair,
If truth be told while so elated
That my victory is feted,
The greater joy this moment brings
Where my heart unbridled sings,
Is the sound of wailing voices
Bemoaning Democrat’s bad choices.
Such sore losers, slimy worms
That wriggle constantly like germs,
Feeding on lies and innuendo
With predictable crescendo,
For it to all come crashing down
Leaving me the smile, they the frown.
Where is the anger, wrath untold
For these young men that go to die,
In foreign fields where we behold,
Bright plumes of poppies where they lie.
Words can’t explain the tears that well,
For sons and brothers lost to life,
Too soon the ringing of that bell,
The rousing epitaph, the doleful fife.
And yet in youth there is no fear,
To follow bugles sounding proud,
The thought that death be quite so near
Drowned out by voices shouting loud.
Forward they go brothers in arms,
As if a wave breaking on the shore,
Courage undoubted, impervious to harm,
They follow destiny to history’s lonely lore.
For those that lived beyond the slaughter,
Their lives now changed for evermore,
Gone is the youth, the raucous laughter,
In a recurring nightmare of blood and gore.
Award posterity the wrongs of war,
Our solemn duty merely to remember,
All those brave souls that went before,
Their memory a bright everlasting ember.
The mind has a fullness of thoughts
that brings some words to one's mind
this needs engagement of these two
so merging a marriage of a loving kind
One's mind is an awesome thing
there come our thoughts to bank upon
using these notions to fill your ink
stroking your nib before it's dawn
Using one's inner strength for good
projecting the mind for expression
learn well to practise words to use
holding firm any engrained tension
Use well the wisdom one has
to draw lines positively to rhyme
as well as other poetic types
whatever it takes tp poetically climb
Spreading your words way on high
it's within you to forge out your way
so that others spot your undoubted gift
provide support by your pen today!
My darkened memories plague inside my head
Scratching and tearing to awake my dread
I cower and cry in fear of death
Only to realize I waste my breath
For when the Reaper comes to take my light
Only then I'll realize my undoubted fight
To become the weapon I was ment to be
Visicious and fearful for all to see!
With no hesitation or no remorse
I alone can stand the course
The course of time foreseen to me
Only then the darkness will let me be.
Warp and Woof
Daily experience for most
is a delightful fearful mixture..
We are content to allow the mixture
to serve as undoubted real..
Acceptance of the
warp and woof
is the life we know..
Yet pain and distortion
confusion and doubt
lead some to question..
And in questioning to
discover Reality anew..
Finding:
warp and woof
are most blinding
hiding our inherited light
declaring enforced separation
ensuring captivity remains...
Over two thousand years ago it was
when the son of God physically died
there history tells this undoubted truth
Jesus Christ sacrifice salvation applied
The people there cried out to see
that this Jesus be put to His death
but was it only them that did this?
no, ALL who lived took His last breath
WE were all there that dayat Calvary
yes YOU crucified the son of God
rejecting His love, grace and mercy
think we're innocent when we're fraud
But such is the depth of God's love
it reaches down to even such as WE
even there Jesus cries forgive them
nailed He was upon cruel's Calvary's tree
This gospel still applies even today
even though YOU put saviour on the tree
He offers His love from sins bondage
receive Him now salvation full and free
('And they crucified him' Mark 15: 24) )
(Homage to the Kwanza River
" Water mother " of Angola)
Largest and only Angolan
Art thou, O majestic Kwanza!
In the central highlands
We see thee rise in Mumbué
And 960 kilometers of undoubted majesty
To the north and west
Since the municipality of Chitembo, in Bié
Stretch out on the big curve design
Before the hug, so sweet, so strong
You give to the salt of the Atlantic
Largest and only Angolan
Art thou, O majestic kwanza!
With an enviable basin
For two hundred and fifty
Kilometers, you are navigable
From the mouth to the Dondo
Where the dams of Cambambe and Capanda
Render yourself patriotic reverence
By the megawatts of power
Largest and only Angolan
Art thou, O majestic Kwanza!
As well as to the national currency unit
In the two provinces, thy name this also:
At its northern margin, Kwanza Norte
And Kwanza Sul, on the opposite bank, equally
They pay more than deserved tribute
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