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ON MY WAY TO SHANGRI-LA
ON MY WAY TO SHANGRI- LA Needle in, needle out like a seamstress I toil daily to get to where they call there Buffeted by aches and pains I remain undefeated I am on a lonely walk to Shangri-La Multiple holes and stones in my leaking shoes Climbing scaffolds, with Read more…
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Wonder and the Photographer
I once chanced upon a torn and abandoned old boot on a lonely beach. It told me a lot of stories. Like how in its younger days it was the cynosure of all eyes. So I took its photograph and began a Photo commune with it. How do you make Read more…
Short Poems
And the dove died
And the dove died. The dove fell with a thudLet out an unheard screamYielded up its soulAnd returned to the Maker Who knows if he had just made his nestHis Mrs, warming the eggsNo more rests in a twiggy nestHe lies wasted on the unforgiving concrete My heart is brokenWondering Read more…
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When I was a child.
When I was a child, I had wild thoughts.Thoughts like,Whenever lightning lighted up the sky, In my heart, I say, “God just took my passport photograph”.Whenever thunderstruck, especially the loud scary ones, I said “angels are rearranging the chairs in heaven”.That worked, I guess because I became unafraid of loud Read more…
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What makes a woman beautiful?
This is my contribution to Women’s day. Happy International Women’s Day all women out there. God bless all our women in Jesus name Glorified. Amen. What Makes a Woman Beautiful? It’s her face What if she is cross-eyed What makes a woman beautiful It’s having great legs But I have Read more…
Prosetry
Why talk about wisdom
“To make money they didn’t have and didn’t need, they risked what they did have and did need. And that’s foolish. It is just plain foolish. If you risk something that is important to you for something that is unimportant to you, it just does not make any sense – Read more…
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A time in the Past
No clear footway through the rubble, everything built up has been burnt down Hopes, plans, expectations, pride, all obliterated by the fire of unfortunate circumstances The city of hope is now smokes and smoldering ashes Why me, why me, I asked? If not you, then who endless silence answered. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Read more…
Prosetry
Spend the last be with JESUS
Even if you see yourself as one of the many reflections in the mirror of life Passerby’s that the reflecting glass do not reckon with Just another average “Joe or Jane“ hastening to God knows where Let the last be WITH JESUS. +++++++++++++++++++++ Even if you don’t pray that much Read more…
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The giant aspect
I am drowning in the sea of giant complicacies The wind, the tempest and the storm in cahoots against me I can’t even muster mustard seed faith I need to fly away to where peace is not an illusion. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I feel like an abandoned woman’s scarf fluttering on the Read more…