Blessings, Motivation, Inspiration, Restorationā€¦

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Times, Seasons, Places and People

šŸŽ¶Springā€™s Gaiety & Song šŸŽµ

744A3649-10DC-4AA3-AFFD-3D84E44D318DSpring is here, seen in natureā€™s gaiety and heard in her song.
Take a glance and listen,
do you see and hear ?

I hear the song of spring in the whistle of birds and rustle of glistening leaves as they waltz to the chorus of the warm wind.

A season of new beginnings for seeds to sprout, flowers to blossom and men to spring clean within the heart and home.

A welcomed fragrance of floral blooms fills the air singing of spring as does the smell of a barbecue and the jingle of the ice-cream van.

Branches once bald, now covered in green hue bow gracefully to give shade and reach out for a friendly handshake.

Spring is here, seen in natureā€™s gaiety and heard in her song.

Ā©ļøMay2018 DENyamekye

Pictures taken while on a stroll and in the park near where I live.

 

 

 

Humanity Part 2: Harmonious Co-existence

The Call of Humanity

Such is the call of humanity:

Use your members productively.
Arms that though tired gather the lost and hands though shaking cease not to beg for the orphan in need.

Use your voice productively.
Speak out though trembling in fear, for the vulnerable and amplify the cause of the abused, whether man, woman or child.

Use your pain productively.
Let your heart once cut up with knife edge words empathise with those suffering the same.
Your gentle words, laced with wisdom shall be as soothing balm to heal offence and shame.

Use your life productively.
Uplift hearts with an offering of self-less love, never to expire.
Within you is the capacity to inspire.

Such is the call of humanity.
Ā©April2018 DENyamekye

Blessings, Motivation, Inspiration, Restorationā€¦

The Making of Us

Though the journey
has been long and hard,
been through peaks and troughs, the mountain top and valley, hiked in crooked and straight paths and walked with the mean and saintly, I can truly say ā€œIā€™m happy to be meā€.

There is a message deep within
to the struggling in whose minds gloom persists and wonder why they exist and with all their might happiness, they resist.

Accept the pains and strains as you do the gains and blessed rains ā€˜cause every grey cloud is but for a moment to learn in the present that the bitter as the sweet is just as relevant.

Relevant to turning the page to lifeā€™s next chapter.
Important to opening the door into a new pasture and significant to learning lessons, so you can truly say ā€œIā€™m happy to be meā€.

Ā©27Mar2018DENyamekye

Humanity Part 1: Destructive Mind and Acts

Domestic Death Trap

Introduction:

Domestic violence is the worst thing that can happen to anyone in their home. If not anywhere else, a home is where people are supposed to feel the most secure and unafraid. Domestic violence strips one of their basic human dignity and worth. Under a great magnitude of oppression, victims can only sink further into the abyss of depression with no way of escape.

Be a voice among others to speak out and campaign against domestic violence!

Many victims as this one in the poem ā€œDomestic Death Trapā€ live in denial, accept and make excuses while suffering so that they empower the abuser…

If your voice could help the cause, campaign or even be heard by one or more victims, whether they are male or female and cause them to leave their demeaning and violent domestic environment you would have done a great service to humanity.

Domestic Death Trap

Slapped once, reassured of his love.
She stayed.

He broke her ribs twice. ā€œI fell down the stairsā€ she said.
For him she always lied.

Pushed so hard against the door, the wood cracked. He begged for forgiveness.
She stayed.

Who told her of her worth, that she needed to leave to live?
Her true friends tried.

ā€œHis unfounded jealousy, blind rage were due to stressā€ she said.
Her excuses for him dismayed.

The police found her dead body in a forest, battered and bruised.
With no evidence nor history of violence, he was free.
So another victim he tried.
While in a grave his wife laid.
Ā©22-03-2018 DEN-The Witness

Blessings, Motivation, Inspiration, Restorationā€¦

Becoming A Somebody

A nobody can become a somebody some day. If not today or tomorrow it shall be one day, ’cause everybody has the ability.

It is possible if you do not lose focus or direction but set your sights on your vision, based on wisdom from the book of instruction.

Use the key of divine knowledge to open doors. Advance at the beat of the sound of your vision calling,
the pace is set by the rhythm of the songs of your heart responding.

In the ascent to be a somebody, joys and trials are unwrapped as gifts, moulding for you a heart of integrity.

The blessed vision is a reflection of the somebody you have aimed to be beckoning as from the sky, full of wisdom and knowledge of the Most High.

Be a somebody today to help a nobody find their way some day.

Ā©2016DEN-The Witness

Humanity Part 1: Destructive Mind and Acts

Gang life, not a life!

Gang life, not a life but a distraction,
a bonding of vision borne out of anger,
a uniting of mission unto danger.

Donā€™t wanna feel a reck!

Opposing society is the gang
man, sees his ego,
itā€™s downsizing.

Donā€™t wanna be kept in check!

Inflating as somebody,
while society deflates
him, a nobody.

Donā€™t care about a pay cheque!

Walking in step with the
corrupt, in unison
they trek to no manā€™s land.

Absolutely must gain respect!

Distracting, gang land
trophies to amass than
retract, a worm in the hood.

Gang life, composing a future
jail birdā€™s song.

Gang life, weaving a eulogy
to come.

Gang life…not a life !

Ā©Mar2018DEN-The Witness

Oppression & Depression

Trapped

Beaten against the bushels,
pained by worldly thorns,
trampled by passersby and
deceivers posing as friends,
her disheartened soul found
rest among the despondent at their fest.

Their complaints cooked up bitter broth, swallowedĀ their chains were strengthenedĀ in that dreadful place.

She longed to flee but how could she when her feet were
padlocked to the guardian of death and his cloak like steel weighed her down.

Ā©Feb.2018 DEN-The Witness

Blessings, Motivation, Inspiration, Restorationā€¦

Mommy dearest…(01)

Baby sleeping
Mommy dearest,
Your bosom was the pillow upon which I lay my weary head when I was told I had expired well past my used by date.

You inspired me to fight for whatā€™s mine and see my blessed fate, even when my wretched soul wanted to give up and take flight.

Thank you mommy!

Ā©Feb.2018 The Witness-DEN

Mommy dearest poetic inspirationals series