A Journey Of Mine
As I Sit Here Wondering What My Fate Will Be, I Think About My Pockets Why Are They So Empty? I Worked So Hard And Have No Money. The Future I Dreamed Of I will Not See. Now I Am Lost Wondering What To Do Next. All I Can Do Is Write This Text. Words Can Not Describe All That I Feel, People This Is Life And Its Real. Should I Go Out To Rob And Steal? So I Can Buy My next Meal? I Can Not Do That Because I Have Too Much Pride, So I Will Walk A Long Walk To The Train And Ask For A Free Ride. To A Land Far Far Away Where I Can Live In Peace And Happiness From Day To Day. There Is No Turning Back Because I Have Nothing Good Left Here, All There Is, Is poverty And Fear.
And Be Alive
There comes a time; comes a day. When leaves of life will blow away. When all that's left are memories gained. When art well lived, will then be framed. What will they speak, that very day? Might they smile upon your way? Might they grumble? Good thoughts stumble? May they say your heart was humble? Think my friend, to ponder yet. Life can leave before your set. Live your life and make your mark. Deny yourself, and give your heart. Lift them up and give them hope. Lend to them compassions rope. Entwine for them, a map to hold. Unwind one day, to show them gold. Others want to gain your light.
Death Snoops - Poetic Prose
Death appeared out of nowhere, said "I am unknowing, it is finished, and it is time to move away from the sun towards the shadow lands." I said, "I want to speak to the devil first? " He asked, "Why? " And I mumbled, "I want to know about God, " and Death laughed, and said, "I could take you now! " But he hesitated, he was snooping, I think, waiting to find out more about me. Then death said, "I haven't got time; I got things to do... ." And I said, "Then annul it! " He looked at me with those big dark eyes, said in a rustic voice, "Is it not that, not to know what to believe in, is to suffer?
Songwriting, the Art of Telling Someone About How You Feel About Them, Love Them, and Hurt for Them
Life is like a whisper and Time is only on the wall and though our days are numbered here, We still might be the next to fall. I wrote this ^ twelve years ago, to express my feelings toward the woman I love, It is titled: The delicate sound of your heartbeat. One night I lay beside her with my ear to her chest, it was late and the house was silent. She had slipped off to sleep and there I was, caught up in the sound of life, her life, in my ear. Thump Thump, Thump Thump, Thump Thump, fading as I slipped off to sleep beside her. That night, I dreamed about what was going on in the world at that time, the news was just eat up with very little Good, and a whole lot of Bad, and in this dream I remembered how I had fell asleep beside her, with my ear to her chest, with the sound of her heartbeat, the delicate sound of her heartbeat, whispering in my ear.
The Mohammad Papers - Poetry
The Mohammad Papers (Year of the Elephant) (Inspired, and Illustrated) Twelve (XII) Poetic, Prophetic Letters found in a Cave in Medina, and now Translated for the first time Revelations from the Prophet Moss (634 AD) Haiku for Evil No one goes, and Does evil (or kills) in the Name of God; That is Satan's work. #2276/2-17-2008 During judgment, a person's own "book of deeds" will be given to the person, and they will be apprised of every action they did and every word they spoke (Qur'an 54.52-53). If given in the right, that Person will go to Jannah (paradise). If he gets it in his left, he's going to Jahannam (Hell).
Christopher Okigbo - Looking Back at His Short-lived Life and Taking Stock of His Poetic Legacy
Christopher Ifekandu Okigbo one of the earliest Nigerian poets, who within his short lifetime, for he died fighting for the independence of Biafra, established himself as a central figure in the development of modern African poetry, has remained one of the most important African poets to write in English. Generally acknowledged as a master poet in spite of a complexity drawn from obscure allusions and symbolism, he has even been named Africa's finest poet and one of the major modernist writers of the twentieth century. "For while other poets wrote good poems, " Chinua Achebe observed."Okigbo conjured up for us an amazing, haunting poetic firmament of a wild and violent beauty.
Mary and Martha - A Christian Bible Poem
"Hurry now, get that quick." "He's coming soon, here the clock tick? " Martha scurried all about, to everyone her orders shout. "Put fresh water in that vase! " "Oh no, that chair is out of place" "Sweep the floor, do the dishes, fix a lunch of bread and fishes." Martha ran, to and fro, making everything just so. " I see a mud spot on my floor, get the mop, Oh, here's some more." "Get some water, make a stew, don't worry I know what to do." "Oh goodness where could Mary be? I need help now, can't she see? " "Mary! " Martha called once more. Then she hurried out the door. "I bet she's out there having fun, playing dancing in the sun.
An Ant Named Fly - A Poem For Children
An Ant Named Fly Once upon a time, in a forest far away Lived a family of ants who cherished every day. And on one special day in a land beneath the sky Was born a special ant and his family named him ... Fly * As Fly grew up he realized that his name was rather rare Compared to ants with normal names, but he didn't really care Until one day while walking through the forest by a log He came upon an animal who introduced himself as Frog * Frog looked at Fly suspiciously and with a deep voice said "Tell me what your name is ant for I have not been fed." "My name is Fly, " said Fly to Frog, "And you can plainly see .
There Once Was A Queen
There once was a queen, Vashti was her name She had a defiant heart that never would be tame. She was beautiful, with skin so bright and fair, And she had all the riches; there were rubies in her hair. On her head, adorned a sparkling crown. Also there, a golden veil hung down. She had many dresses, beautiful each one, With colors so rare, such as yellow like the sun. But Vashti was very proud, And her defiance spoke aloud. Everywhere she went her words hushed the angry crowd. And then one day the king, prepared a royal feast, Everything was going fine, until now at least. And Vashti also had a feast, for all her women friends, But little did she know that her merry time would soon end.
April Fools
Winter's shadow is cast no more upon this treasured land. Green through brown crust earth shoots up with demon drive to capture a breath of life. - Solemn no more do winds chime through the bare towers of stick. Full is the music that brings a sigh for joy is fully installed by brook and mount in awe. - Some think the earth is more than this. But pity such thoughts in time lost, that do not hear simple words echoed in throat of sweet bird's call. - Today is April, tomorrow may, bring to us another day. - (I thought I was immune from any April fool's pranks this year. I had no plans to go anywhere.