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son of the

preacher man ...

*abiku...

*the beautiful ones...

are they the same

when politics says change

it's like the... "I have a dream..."

in africa

they're doing their best

to enter success...be like the west

the dams once built

add to expenditure...

in the rainy season

for security

they look to the army

But,in the Sahel... there's conflict

who is a comrade

one who kills the enemies...

with a different god

because from another tribe?

abiku

the beautiful ones

are they the same...

son of the preacher man?

*abiku - ref. Poem by J.PClark & Wole Soyinka.

*"...beautiful ones" ref. Ayie kwe Amah.

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change...

when is it suitable

when is it measurable

Is it available

Reliable

timely and

Smart...

the sun

the rain

when the seasons change,

will it matter

whether rich or poor...

what's making you happy

what's making you cry...

like one is wanted and loved

like one is in the way...

are you Infront of the mirror

to arrange your face

before going somewhere

do you miss your happy smile,

your eyes now afraid to see you...

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James Michalopoulos (American, b. 1951)

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RIP James Earl Jones 💔🕊️

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The clouds float overhead and I choose

To float with them.

Peeling back the layers and turning

Them into sheets.

Here is earth and here

Is water and here

Is soft pillow to rest

Up so high.

You laugh at something I cannot hear,

My head in the clouds,

And I float.

Here is your spot and here

Is mine.

Here is earth and here

Is sky.

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somethings I have to say...

about us.

Look I have been in the dark

maybe you understand it

thesame way I do

when I hold on to my face

in my mind...

when alone

thinking... what's there?

no revelation

but next...I know

I'm not the first one

to open a box,find seemingly nothing...

unless when I look back

I forgive my parents...sorry

for the enjoyment of love

and faulted by tradition, because

there has to be a heritage...see?

I will always love you

love you for our kisses

for our love making...

I do not understand

the wisdom,the beauty of God

beyond this feeling,not to be alone,

to be awake... when we are together.

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the peace...

there's fishes in the river

birds in the air

trees on the landscape

nothing changes

in their character...

they multiply

something happened to pleasure

when we arrive

... to come and go

to be like the tide,

or the sun,

or the season,

was no more

no science of brinkmanship,

thinks any event in our history

So vital like victory that brought the world peace

was enough to tell the sun,

after the world wars,

the peace, to let it stay...

"a thousand years"

we are derived from love

it's all we are

it's what to do daily

and saying sorry, like

the first responders... when we fail.

let's say sorry

to end a war...

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in Autumn...

a bit disoriented...

the winds are fierce

status -nimbus, like an early evening

I can understand the homesteads

where people live... utility

influence the design

unlike far in our hometowns

ours is different, maybe it tells

the distance between poor and rich

we borrow more from tree and soil

for homested and for warmth...in a hut

I see in the eyes of my love though

a longing

as the trees turn ruby, the colour of love

everything is sunset, leaves and the earth,

russet rules the breeze and the murmurs

of the yellow, beak,birds...in groups they hop like tribes

In the far east of africa

It is as rag-day

undergraduates...begging for coins and fiduciary

in our country...along the business streets

among the trees of the forest

stems stand alone undressed

red,dying, leaves,are like eye -patches of pirates

saying ahoy there to times like the clouds

when the snow will cover all with a blanket

here,she remembers the secrets of another

the Christmas tree and the mistletoe...

she led when we kiss

I saw my way not so easily,but

I know Moses was the past... and

Joshua will take me there

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every year

nature draws me

one step closer

to her door,

the place

i will eventually

disappear—becoming

less tangible

than stone & wood,

my future

moulded from

impressionable clay

& overwritten

by inchoate sentences

bound together

by a treasure trove

of flightless feathers

& rain soaked thread.

RhymingTherapy—August 2021 ( my photos) poem inspired by @writerscreed challenge “inchoate”

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say it is... love

are you hungry ...?

and how many times

have you had to say that...

Are you hungry, want something to eat,

on the same plate

same eating set,fork and knife,

or spoon,branded... from *Sheffield

stainless!

how many times,to see how

with effort,

how she washes and rinses

and she is beautiful

don't mind the other ones

don't mind that they don't come back...or stay

build a home and keep her there

and love her like she's new...

what would you like to eat...

She says,

that alone is enough love, isn't it ...man.

*some malaprop earlier

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The day my mother died I wrote in my journal, "A serious misfortune of my life has arrived." I suffered for more than one year after the passing away of my mother. But one night, in the highlands of Vietnam, I was sleeping in the hut in my hermitage. I dreamed of my mother. I saw myself sitting with her, and we were having a wonderful talk. She looked young and beautiful, her hair flowing down. It was so pleasant to sit there and talk to her as if she had never died. When I woke up it was about two in the morning, and I felt very strongly that I had never lost my mother. The impression that my mother was still with me was very clear. I understood then that the idea of having lost my mother was just an idea. It was obvious in that moment that my mother is always alive in me.

I opened the door and went outside. The entire hillside was bathed in moonlight. It was a hill covered with tea plants, and my hut was set behind the temple halfway up. Walking slowly in the moonlight through the rows of tea plants, I noticed my mother was still with me. She was the moonlight caressing me as she had done so often, very tender, very sweet... wonderful! Each time my feet touched the earth I knew my mother was there with me. I knew this body was not mine but a living continuation of my mother and my father and my grandparents and great-grandparents. Of all my ancestors. Those feet that I saw as "my" feet were actually "our" feet. Together my mother and I were leaving footprints in the damp soil.

From that moment on, the idea that I had lost my mother no longer existed. All I had to do was look at the palm of my hand, feel the breeze on my face or the earth under my feet to remember that my mother is always with me, available at any time.

~Thich Nhat Hanh

(Book: No Death, No Fear: Comforting Wisdom for Life https://amzn.to/4dqei6B [ad])

(Art: Photograph by Nell Dorr)

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Sorrow

Sorrow won’t you lie beside me ease my burden share my pain I dearly fear November’s Arrival and the icy breath of winter rain Sorrow oft I’ve heard you’re cold your lessons harsh I don’t mind most gladly would I walk with you if you might teach me to be kind Sorrow you see I’m sore afraid of the night that must descend yet as I struggle to find the light show me the way to be a friend Sorrow it’s winter within my soul I’ve played a game none can win still I plead before my curtain call help me remember to love again

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Happy birthday, Idris Elba 😍

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say it is... love

are you hungry ...?

and how many times

have you had to say that...

Are you hungry, want something to eat,

on the same plate

same eating set,fork and knife,

or spoon branded... from Chelsea

stainless!

how many times,to see how

with effort,

how she washes and rinses

and she is beautiful

don't mind the other ones

don't mind that they don't come back...or stay

build a home and keep her there

and love her like she's new...

what would you like to eat...

She says,

that alone is enough love, isn't it ...man.

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to know..

love and truth (2)

There's a chance

to own that moment

no clue when and where

between us, to know

love and truth

you can be the hero

be the angel

of mercy and grace

admit what you feel

but do not deny

you are as the other

even when

they end the loser

no one is an expert in love

philosophy turns every which way

to victory it preaches magnanimity

because to prove the better

you must show practice of nobler ways

you can never tell

where they are coming from

no one sees trials of the mind

until love pierce deep to take back

all you won in strength...

by the preferences of your eyes and heart

how long the time of waiting

you don't have to be the magicians

to turn the twirling of delicate hands

into cornucopia,let pour...

Sweet roses,

lace scarfs,

doves of peace etc

keep the good memory,not the bad ones,

or read about one,

join the journey of the magi

bless the child, save your heart.

let's watch

the home journey full of song

realize you who gave honour

you are eternally confirmed...

wise and able,

wise and noble...