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I Can Sacrifice For You

© Rodgers Roger 

Every single day 
Sunrise to sunset
I think of you,
How whole
And how well
God endowed you
With beauty so incomparable, 
Yet I can't stand going through a life, 
Knowing You will never be mine.

To cherish you I will
To treasure I shall
To long for you I do,
Just like your presence,
Your absence tires me apart
But you can't help it
Who you fall in love for, 
Its not like choosing which taxi 
To carry you through,
So I understand

If I am asked to say the last word,
I would go speechless
Your story leaves me incompetent 
I see many things that leave me tongue twisted, 
As I slowly die away.

I would courageously say it
That you rock my life,
But you wouldn’t care,
So what would be left of me
Than to kiss your soft lips and run away,
As I risk the silence you would blow on me forever?

But I can't keep this heart of mine dreaming,
Things that will never happen, 
If we can’t make them happen,
I will make one step back
But not step away
I will nail this love for you
And surrender my last passion
I will make a sacrifice

I will do anything you ask of me, 
Even pull a sharp spear 
Into this heart that bleeds for you, 
So that blood can stream out this chamber,
Since without you my life isn't worth the save.

I would sacrifice anything for you my brainteaser,
My early morning song, Yes I would sacrifice for you
But only when you know,
And believe 
I'll never stop loving you,
Even to the deep dark grave
I would go smiling
If only I know
You distinguish my love
From other people

Sponsor:	SKAT A
Contest Name: Any Old Poem Will Do 
Poet: Rodgers Roger Carter 
Date:7/17/2014 
Time:12:00:00 AM

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My Dad: Jim Carter

I have learned lessons
And a lesson
A lesson of love
A lesson of accountability
A lesson of trust
A lesson of Prayer 
A lesson of family
A lesson of silence
These lessons
And this lesson
Have I learned from you
I get each word 
And hold it so strong
Maybe you thought 
By teaching me all this 
We would be tone apart?
No way, Instead i have learned to treasure you more
I know what it means
To live without a dad
But I now also know how sweet it is
To live with a dad
A real dad, a real father and friend
I don’t think I would be what I am now
Without you around
You have sheltered me
You have dressed me
You have fed me
You have fathered me
Tirelessly 
You have showed me the way
And walked there with me
You have comforted me
Always
Even in your silence
I learn a million lessons
In you laughter 
I learn trillions
In your walk
I follow your foot steps 
You're the hero of my life
The man I imitate daily
The hope i hold to
The miracle of my life
I love you dad,
And I can die saying that...
I love you my dad Jim Carter

Dedicated to the most wonderful man i know on the globe  
My Dad, Jim Carter.. Happy Father's day dad... You shine my life

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Love and Hatred

Twin brothers born of humanity 
Raised in the heart land
Fed by circumstances
Shaped by choice
Same freedom
Different destinies 

I saw Love grow with limbs
Stretching wide to pull everything
To himself even hatred
And i saw hatred grow with craws
Hiding them in his bosom
Till they grow longer and stronger

I thought this Love kid was too touchy 
And i treasured Hatred he was for special occasions 
Defending my weaknesses and flaws 
Love was ridiculing my my all efforts
He was becoming extravagant, giving this giving that
Not like Hatred a sweet heart who measured 
According to what he treasured 

Years have gone by and 
Love has prospered with many friends
Many people giving back to him
Yet hatred brought out his claws,
His fangs came out
And he grew three horns

One of rejection
another for despair
And bigger one with this word engraved 'loser'
I watched these twins
Walk different directions like light and darkness
Their waring grand fathers

I walked two their birthday parties
Few turned up, gave him crowns and called him Dad
For hatred the party was noisy
Many gathered worshiped him 
In fear of the horns
Love commanded his servants to dress all that came
with compassion, faithfulness, and honor
Hatred commanded his subjects
To kill every one that came for the party
Many died few survived

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The Mystery You'Re

You're the Chaos and yet you're the Calm
You're the Thorns and yet you're the Rose
You're the Fantasy and yet you're the Reality
You're the Control and yet you're the Liberty
You're the Puzzle and yet you're the Adventure
You're the Rhyme and also the Rythme 
You're the History and yet you're the Full Story
You're the Past and yet you're the Future
You're the Fight and yet you're the Rest
You're the Sunshine and yet you're the Glow
You're the Tickle and yet you're the Laughter
You're the Magic and also the Vibe
You're the Captivity and You're the Liberty
You're the Temptation and yet you're the Satisfaction
You're the Charm and yet you're the Love
You're the Lioness and yet you're the lamb
You're the Rage and yet you're the Grace
You're the Rain and Also the Rainbow
You're the Secret and yet you're the Revelation
You're Strong and yet you're too soft
You're the pause and yet you're the Continuation 
You're the Mystery!

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Who Cares About Poets

Who cares about poets?
Even when they turn difficulty into design
Making worlds with words
Shaping destinies with clauses
Taming language with pauses
Moulding life with form
Who cares about us?

Who cares about poets?
Even when they turn ugly into beauty
Defining ashes like they do gold
Unveiling darkness like they do light
Exposing hatred like they do love
Cutting through grief like they do joy
Who cares about us?

Who cares about poets?
Even when they tone out silence into reasonable sound
Bringing the rumble of oceans on paper
Enterpreting sounds of flowers and thirtles
Making mountains laugh and rivers weep
Shuttinng mouths of lions and making ants wail
Who cares about us?

Who cares about poets?
Even when they reveal bleeding hearts without surgery
Fighting wars without guns
Conquering territories without armies
Ruling empires without thrones
Changing the world with only ink
Who cares about us? 

Maybe Poetry Soup does!

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Shadows

In Light
Everyone has
A Shadow

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Madiba Is Dead: Nelson Mandela

Giant of justice has visited Baba Umkulukulu
The lion that gave in to wolves like sheep
To be sheered for our own freedom has died 
Father of the black and white
Mentor and hero of freedom
Our own Madiba has died  
Anti apartheid hero sleeps with grey hair
As we dress in sackcloth to mourn the great Lion
Rolihlahla Son of Thembu has rested 
Though We mourn millions with pain
But for the son of Xhosa
We pray for 
Instead of mourning 
We praise
Praise our own
Rest in peace Mandela

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Mother Uganda

Dressed in green, plants and trees grow
Roads of red clay, joining paved highways
Dry and dusty, wet and muddy 
Walking shops, sleeping vendors
Basket of fruits, bin of vegetables
Mother of foods, server of nations

Flocked Churches, packed Mosques 
Taxis race, bodas rally
Welcoming hearts, amazing people
Smiling faces, begging hands
Noisy towns, silent villages
Crying children, sweating mothers
Drunken men, joyful youth
Packed cities, Street kids home
Rich on the hills, poor in the valleys
Traffic jams maul, load shedding haul

Africa’s frontier, Pearl of Africa
Floods of milk, hives of honey
Racing beasts, crawling reptiles 
Home of gorillas, nest of each specie
Jungle for monsters, castle for prey 
bed of mammals, host of nature
Path way of the sun, Mixture of weather
Source of the Nile, mother of great lakes
Host of rift valleys, pride of huge Mountains

Pool of hot springs, pack of great rocks
Mother of investors, lover of strangers
Home of kingdoms, shrine of martyrs 
Cocktail of languages, blend of tribes and races
Prize of education, oven of destiny 
Center of minerals, mogul of nature
Preserver of creation, Lover of God
Many parties, one leader
Mother Uganda


NB:Uganda is a landlocked country in East Africa whose diverse landscape encompasses the snow-capped Rwenzori Mountains and immense Lake Victoria. Its abundant wildlife includes endangered gorillas and chimpanzees as well as rare birds
Thought of writing about this great nation of mine..

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Timothy Wangusa

Our own old folk
Upon this mountain were you born
To pour wisdom from the pen
As you shape Africa's theme
To reveal Africa's new brood
A million  salutations you deserve
For defining our own Pattern of dust 
As we climb this mountain
On which we hope to touch heaven
As we go through this maturation
Which you taught us
With your glasses on
Like your own Sebi
Whom made me his own Plato

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Dad Is Dead

So what?
No more new toys for you
No more bread at breakfast
No more noisy shoes on Christmas
And no more having more

Did i kill dad?
No!
Why then the corporal punishments? 
Because dad lost the job
Dad lost the breath
Dad lost the plan
Dad lost you
Dad is no more

Why punish me not the job?
Dad got money from there
Can i go and get it?
Not now but one day you will
What about you?
I will go but i have to first make you know 
That i am not Dad because he took off
Now he is sleeping
We have to spend less
Work a lot
Play less

Why don't you awake him?
He is dead!
What does that mean?
It means close your eyes
Stop breathing
Sleep in a big box
People dig a whole hide you there
And you disappear forever

Wow that sounds fun mum can i join the game?
Stop!
Why?
Its no game, its painful game of loss!
Mum, you cry when i climb trees
When dad wants to go with me you scream
But dad always makes cool choices
You don't understand son,

Your father has played the superman game
The monster broke his neck
And now he is lifeless like your toys
All the people that came here were on your Dad's funeral
Your father is dead
You are now an orphan, son!

Mum, dad is in the game
I know dad he will rise again
Kick the monster, break its neck and throw it in fire
Like what he used to about Jesus
And you will know he is not like my toys
I know son
Right now you cant understand but later you will

I know mum
Right now you cant understand but later you will



In memory of my late father who passed on in 1993 while i was a little boy