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01/12/2023

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17/02/2021

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27/12/2020

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28/02/2020

10/10/2019

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01/05/2019

Don't let your efforts go in vain. You've come so far!

24/04/2018

29/01/2018

*Empty for mine*.

_Inspired by honest affection for a father_

by Agrippa N.

When mama was ill he lost his sleep,

Got down on knees and sent God a plea.

He gently bowed his greying head low
and folded his empty hands,

He spoke slow a perfect note of love,

With empathy and honesty
'dear God'.

When I fell and my wounds bled,

He was my clot and healing,

He often sent a note to heaven flown
For a son and daughter

He smiled, he laughed,
We cried he held us in arms of warm
perfect love ,

Daddy is superman,
Though he has not saved the world,

But he served my patient when he saved me.

He has a shield of steel, and it's in bold written
Christ.

His plate has oft been empty
for mine to have five steaks of life,

His life he gave me when his sweat dripped
on my little thirsty rose,

His eyes watched over me crawling till I rose,

Now I am a man I stand on twos,
but I am less a man if I am
anything less than you.

The world may not know you,

But your footprints are in my hall of fame,

Your name printed on my walls with the black ink you gave,

Your heart of gold was the poorest,
for mine brass now golden.

I look to you
though other men should bark,
You are with gentleness a human true.

27/09/2017

My big expensive Brown Wallet
by Agrippa N.

Yesterday I lost my wallet,
It had coins and a bit of nothing,
Well there was something,
But I did not lose myself in a wallet,
I kept my heart in the right place,
Unlike others I've known,
who keep theirs in a purse.
I could have hit the wall,
But my knuckles would be torn,
I could have wept till i drowned in mine,
But I did not lose my sanity, I won't weep for coins.
But did I not lose? I lost.
Did I not lose a meal? Ofcourse.
Did another not lose a dog? He did.
Another's walk chopped off? True.
Another's loss expensive? Indeed.
Do I try to console my loss? I do.
I won't weep for coins, my loss is cheap,
I won't lose my self for a fast fate forced.
A grin is a lie, this smile I've found in trash,
All green will die, but these twigs will be green next season,
I woke up alive surprised I had not yet bought life,
I checked all reciepts, bills, bills and more bils,
I checked life's receipt long, it's cost $0.0000000000...
I smile knowing I lost coins, a few heavy specials not I.
For my cost is irreplacable.

02/06/2017

From The 21st Century Anthology
By Romeo Chingezi

"To Those Who Sire at my abode"

At dawn in enclosure I may be
But at dusk please let me be.

On your shoulders today I stand
But my path please let me find.

Your wisdom way it has grant
But find my own light inside I must.

Roar indeed I can
But in civility here I come.

Church on Sunday I may attend
But in the world partake I must.

For when the light goes out
All that’s left is dreary night.

So with love
And in love plead.

02/06/2017

Life is about creating Yourself.