I see you at the hearts of our deep tunnels
when the waves are at the highest
rushing to get hold of me
Changing the sceneries of our colorfulness.
I see you at the mist of our doubts
Lost in the matrix of our togetherness
Looking for something to hold on
A charming image of what ought to be
It is or was a bad one for the sun to shine
Ripping through the land in our prime .
Proterced by a large,obnoxious Canopy.
Prorating it rays, as the grassroots grieve.
But if the Sun don’t shine
Who will take us to Verdure.
The ospreys
have reclaimed their
towering nesting boxes
evicting squatting
Canada Geese.
Their raptor eyes
study the horizon
and I wonder
if they raptured
over goose eggs.
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A corollary to an earlier post:
One commenter was concerned about goslings hurting themselves falling out of the nesting platforms. That was the least of their worries, apparently.
Beautiful.
November 27 is my 25th wedding anniversary. Such occasions can be considered meaningless calendrical artifacts. But they do provide prompts for reflection and celebration. Yet in truth I hardly need it, since no day goes by without my reflecting upon and celebrating my marriage.
My wife has said she feels the lack of a sociability brain module that others have; and I feel that myself. There’s a lot of the loner in me. And, when I belatedly got ‘round to hankering after women, I was pretty clueless in going about it. Doubtful of my ability to land a great catch, I’d have settled for less; I cringe to think of some of the unsuitable women I pursued, fortunately without success. It’s an irony that the one I actually did get was the best of them all.
And whereas, for most people, by my stage of life, those fires have…
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We live in upside down expectations
Golden girl on the YouTube
Whitey with a southern gag
Brought up in the lights
With expectations of not turning dark.
Program to parade the alley in prom dress
And Fixed on the country press.
But things are not the way we always plan
Lost in the urban Struggle
Jacked up in Short pants and leggings
Rolling greens with the brothers
Drinking Ciroc and Lemonade
All Whiles twerking on the MTV.
The fight is in our hands
Free talk in Freetown
Three decades of Fuckery
And they still talking shit.
Fat rat in a cat chase
Red or Green. Red and Green
Dinning on the state coffers
Whiles the people suffer .
The new word in town is Prosperity
Poverty and political insanity
People held and Things broken up
When the only thing that prospers is corruption.
As we Caught up in the anal of their thoughts
Our voices are below their thoughts
And When the dawn is over.May Lights reappears
O God,delivered us from their dubious ways.
Ps: One of those instances in my writing when I start with a pattern of writing and diverge midway in the process into something I don’t even know.
Stand Your Ground
The fight to stand on our grounds
Gun violences and homicides.
Zimmerman. The old dirty cat.
Martin,our new lab rats
Racing and yapping for our pride
When he is gone home.
They say it stand your ground
Degradation and Unemployment
Media deafness and abandonment.
Sharpton the toothless patriot
Green candy in a bag of skittles
All while we lose our common ground.
What did Gill said in Evolution.
Things were charging
But things are not together.
All we need to do is to pick up the fight
And stand above the ground.
“WHEN WELLS RUN DRY”
No door’s so wide that can’t be locked
No light’s so bright that can’t be blocked
No lightening flash without thunder bolt
No burst of smoke without fire so close
Where will we be when our wells run dry?
Nature’s kind is bound to cease
Flow of Wealth is sure to freeze
So when we pluck our garden seeds
Tis wise to think that harvests ease
Like Joseph did in Egypt’s days of need
That’s what should be in lands of care
The leaders think on what is fair
So guide their steps in strides of fear
On rainy days do keep in careful ware
What all would reap when seasons dare.
I look with awe as our futures wear
Our leaders gladly sign what they ought to tear
Like smoke in wind our wealth disappear
Educated fools indeed they are
Who read…
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Swirling from the inner mind
Sweet sound of the fall wind
Life a gentle storm.
Smoothing from behind the curtains
Deep from the outside mirror.
Thunders may hold you back
Showers will cleanse you
Floods will deter you
But Your Faith will make you strong.
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