It’s amazing how we can’t see it directly but need special equipment to. Do you now agree that there are a lot of things that happen that we are not aware of? Happy Eclipse Day.
Tag: april
Poetry Challenge by Robin Bliss
When the Moon Dies and the Wind Cries. April Oh! April what can you bring? The final blow;death to Summer? Even though it’s warm and dry. I know that this warmth is false. Ah! Fickle month filled with lies. For this warmth means death. Pretending that all is well. But! Soon the icy coldness comes,… Continue reading Poetry Challenge by Robin Bliss
“I compare you to this month
Blessed April with blue eyes
Clear as the benevolent Cloud
Full of perfect but right actions
And a loving stormy mouth
Which glow in the quiet night
And with your imaginary wand
You stray thru my mind like an illusion”
I wrote a poem
But I forgot your name
I sang a song
But I can’t recall the tune
I want to draw a Palm tree
But there is none here to see
I want to paint a lady Monalisa
And smell the sweet Lavender
…to run the hills
And strengthen my will
…to see the Masai
And make them my war allies
…to frighten the Lions’ and Hyenas’
And run heartily across the Savannah
I want to dance with you
Somewhere, just me and you
I want to dream of you
And say all I desire anew
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March bears the Winter on her back
And with one more nod to say bye
She takes her leave to the Earths’ borders
With this time of the heated sun
It is even time to introduce some
New flavors and dishes on the table
The sun rise and the rain falls
Brown earth stays everwhere
The greens love this amazing weather
The wild is left to her romance
Mother Nature washes her garments
On the waterfalls and sings aloud
From the window sides
The beauty of the clouds are seen
Hills curve in strange caricatures
Pretty birds sing from hideouts
The gardens bloom with live
Ants scramble about, flies, wasps
The sun shines above the trees
But in the shades Comfort dwells
The mornings burn with sweet desire
Nothing compares to Gods love come to man
Not even, the sweet scent of wheat fields
Or the sweet taste of fresh honeycombs
April is the month of food and fruits
Apples, Cherries, Jackfruits, Guavas, Berries,
Pawpaws, Oranges, Carrots and Soursops!
Fresh, yellow, round, red, blushing, ripened!
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It becomes heavily cloudy
The Lord lets it rain
On the bosom of the rich and poor
The suns ray beat us all this while
Scorching she is, but our vegetables grow
In the heat of sleepless nights
The Nights calm airs come upon us
They give the warmth we desire
Sometimes the cripple on the road
Waves to the passing crowd, crying
“Please feed me sire, feed me ma-am”
Faces reddened on the Suns ire
The drops of tears and sweat, costless
The child barefooted, left alone,
Lost to the race ran by the world
Desiring a little comfort someday
Caught up in pain; raped, maimed
The old woman without her sight
Sitting under a huge baobab
Waiting for direction or hope?
Leaving her fate to the worlds vanity
The tears of infants brought to this world
Without a glimpse of what it shall be
To live on this world full of abandon
The end of love here proven always
Oh blessed Father Abraham!
Sometimes angels thread our pathways
And we do not know of it
