The Story of a Village #photography #poetry

There were children

that we didn’t hear

there were mamas

burdens to bear

there was water

miles carried away

there was sunshine

 too busy everyday

                                                                                   child at water pump

a well where people praise

water on their heads

children stop to play

we call her Pawell

laughter heard today

sonshine spills from hearts

 

 

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One Way #Uganda

 

I have dotted my eyes

and crossed my teas

some of the animals

made me sneeze

what I hold now

happily in my hand

is a one way ticket

to a distant land

of Uganda I write

and hope to serve

the people Acholi

our love so deserve

 

As I close this A to Z challenge, I am finishing up the process and preparing to go to the land of the Acholi in Northern Uganda. This week we meet with people who will hopefully give us homes for  the South Sudanese children.

Blogging is a great way to journal so here’s the beginning of a new journey to work with African children.

We appreciate your dear prayers.

 T0 

 

That Was Yesterday #poetry #HappyThanksGiving

fingers

Little hands reached out

and we grasped them

little mouths spoke

and we listened

little bellies were empty

and we filled them

big minds didn’t justify

they just did

big minds didn’t quantify

they just gave

big hearts reached out

enough love to go around

zeek 1

How do I explain to children like my cousin Zeek that people can’t care or help anymore?

I hope this Thanksgiving we can take stock of what we have and be Thankful and then look for someone to share our bounty with.

Happy Thanksgiving for each of you are special in this community we are part of.

Eiffel #poetry #parisattacks

The-Eiffel-Tower-1889

I full of dismay

at the way this world behaves

I am taught at school

be kind, obey the rules

I’m sad

some people are so bad

I want people to get along

why not sing together songs

I emotion write

 they threaten,  kill out of spite

 

This poem may seem juvenile (in light of the heinous attacks in Paris) but it is written to make a statement.

Children are taught at a young age to: be kind,  not hurt others,  get along. What happened to the adults in this world with a penchant for holding hostage and killing innocent people? Did they unlearn the principles they were taught as kiddies? Perhaps we need to send everyone back to school to learn the basics from children.

The image is of Seurat’s Eiffel Tower

Still Whole #poetry #veteransday

Yes people look and see metal

I like the sound it makes

it creaks along with my left knee

it took awhile but I’m settled

I had to get past

the part that was missin

I’m guessing you’re wondering

do I  feel whole still?

yes, but it works on your will

like a test

so when you look at me

smile at my friend

he’s a part of me

and on him I daily depend

Search #poetry #blogginganniversary

around the bend

What are you searching for? We are all looking for something: love,  fame, a change, meaning to life.  Don’t lose yourself as you are searching. Some of us do and then frantically have to find our way back. If you are a writer, express yourself and keep it fresh. If you are a painter, give yourself to the canvas. An athlete, put your heart and soul into the training. For every challenge keep aiming toward the finish line.

Simply put: search but don’t get lost!!!!

Looking for the start

path hasn’t been used in years

so many endings

I created a haibun from my very first wordpress blog post  Six years ago today! Not much has changed – I like so many are still searching. If anything, the answers are more clouded and frayed. And thank you to dear friends (you know who you are) – you have kept me inspired when giving up looked like the only option.

“Seek the LORD, All you humble of the earth Who have carried out His ordinances; Seek righteousness, seek humility Perhaps you will be hidden In the day of the LORD’S anger.”      ~ Zephaniah 2:3

Nothing Flows for Free #californiadrought #poetry

three rivers canvas

I grew up on a river

 no longer does it  flow

 like so much else

where it’s  gone

no one knows

I cut my teeth on a river

ran freely to the sea

blind men’s bluff

was once a game

I’m cynical can’t you see

I tossed my sorrows on the river

actually there are three

well there were

man used them up

nothing flows for free

I grew up on a river

 no longer does it flow

 like so much else

where it’s  gone

nobody knows…

central valley water

price of water

Photographs: Three Rivers when they flowed in California, Year three of a five year drought, Year four of the five year drought (yes there is still water but  independent farmers (and dairymen) cant get it unless you are lining the pockets of …)

The prompt at Poet’s United Midweek Motif is Watershed Moments. We all have them what are yours?