warmth floods over me
when blue flowers are climbing
sage red rose timing
sitting on the stairs
in sweet caress of warm winds
gold noon never ends
sitting among scents
under lemon chiffon clouds
in butterfly crowds
soaking saffron sun
as purple martins sing soft
wealths of rich gold caught
Everything good appears in your life in pairs,
'God has special interests in your affairs,
That's why showers of blessings pour on your life,
And immuned you against your enemies strifes.
Beauty naturally perches on your face,
Pure love has turned your heart to its dwelling place,
Kindness finds your life its natural abode,
On your life, many favours God has bestowed.
Intelligence finds in you its most comfort,
In all battles, wisdom makes you triumphant,
Happiness is what is seen in your mirror,
God's love for you makes your enemies shiver.
May days of your life be mightily blessed,
May God keep placing you higher than the rest,
May you live long in good health and in great wealths,
May from you and your friends, flee untimely deaths.
our December
In the twilight before the morn
Scattered over grass unashamed alowed
Silence in the air ash for clouds
A Fire burnt out and twilight at dawn
Life in vain for a purpose not known
Empty pockets wealths secret cost wrought
Like unknown treasure to lost to be sought
Promising riches never owned
Frozen yet still full of hope
For pacts were made
without ability to cope
Into uncertain stomy seas i waded
And no lifeboat according to dotted line abaded
The down and out ontract declined
For useless has become a truth that once shined
Far from goal and far from youth
Wisdom however always aloof
Wishing a u turn in times everlasting run
Not to have lost but to actually have won
Defeated by a lust for its own making...
Soul left bare for the taking
Evil eyes is silent wake
This time to home a journey I make
Not to embracing the failure of me
Never around no more to see.
Crossroads to where life began
Fear of dark cold round me again
In the twilight before the morn
Scattered grass iced, forlorn
Silence in the air ash orangy dawn
Fire burnt out like clouds in storm
Life in vain for a purpose lost
Empty pockets, wealths secret cost
Deamon woman in dress and frock
Promising warmth and unto a lock
Of hair as token for a dark ratchet
And chain that binds me
binds me, Dimond in shame
A voice to horse a cock to crow
A secret pact
That turns flame into snow
Frosted word said in delight
Was only a death raven in deaths final fright
Cleansed faith leads fire into gold
Flaming far below too tired to behold
A stare too long at likenesses
of Medusa's state
my heart turned cold ash stone of hate
The bellowing witch apon the air
Blaspheming deamon dog's a-bark
Unfair
Reminiscent of the dead fell lark
Scolding sweat pearls,
Dressed by earls
Jokers queens and kings horse driven cart
fear fast wet waged tears acids came
Between life death shame pride greed and blame.
Opening our eyes to the desolation before us
Understanding how things have got this far
Remember we can blame others than just us
Look at how we squandered the true wealths
Educating our childrens to live without hope
Giving them a world which gives no support
Accelerating the death of our planet by greed
Childrens they are our future, what do we give
Yes we have an opportunity to change it now
Africa is not poor,
Do you know why?
There are lot of minerals that are,
Form within Africa.
Just that Africa problem is Africans.
Oh Africa!
You're wealthy with vast minerals.
You're not poor, but the scrambled,
For you had led you to your downfall,
You're in the midst of minerals, but fighting,
To touch it garments.
Oh Africa!
It's a simple statement, repeated through,
A thousand images, newspaper & charity,
Appeals each year, so it takes on the,
Weight of truth.
When we read it, we reinforce assumptions,
And stories about you that we have heard,
Throughout our lives then,
We reconfirm our image of you.
Go America, Canada, or other white countries,
You'll notice that their wealths are seen as,
A give and pay, but in Africa,
Everything we own, we buy them with our,
Finances.
Although the African continent is,
Blessed with oil, diamond, gold etc, but,
Some African countries are numbered for,
Being the poorest in the world.
Oh Africa, why?
She has been looted.
©®2021
A.M Ngumbu, Jr.
IF I WERE A .....
If I were a ballerina,
I’d have the most graceful moves,
I’d be richer then Katrina,
I’d have shod with gold my horses shoes.
If I were an astronaut,
Which I’m planning to be ,
I’d send many a satellite to Mercury hot,
Oh! It’s fun to dream about what I’m going to be.
But most of all I want to be a person,
Who loves someone for who they are,
Who cares for everyone,
Not only for money and car,
These are only mortal wealths,
But what matters most is a person’s health.
All books can drain earthen's faith; getting hook in just knowledege. Learning must not oppress principles' quest, recoiling set times under vulnerable wealths. X-ray Your zeal!
So may have been that we who thought ~
Lands afar 'cross sea swift we'd ought ~
Shores held for us such wealths o'mind ~
O'which we'd never thought we'd find ~
Yet in doing that we'd desired ~
Thus so had much more inspired ~
For naught we knew o'such as does ~
Africa her secret was ~
She her realm of sightly glow ~
We so hers to only show ~
Yet had once been woman so ~
Of that land where we might go ~
For upon her grass once glided lass ~
O'such she was but shimmering glass~
Silken thread o'memory all ~
Her song so did our hearts enthrall~
SeaWolf
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