VANITY

He stands there, saying nothing while his eyes betray the fear in him

It must be killing him, she thinks.  Her heart longing to share in his agony

But she knows that as in countless times before, he will not let her get close

And even as she takes a step forward, she can already see the walls closing in…

Which makes her hesitate mid-stride as she realizes the futility of it all

Maybe another day and time when he finally learns to see a friend not a foe

The tree will bear fruit and she will no longer contend with the barrenness.

When Our Tears Are Dry

Today, I am posting this beautiful poem written by Ghanaian Poet, Kofi Awoonor, who was one of the casualties of the terror attack on Westgate Mall in Nairobi.

When our tears are dry on the shore

And the fishermen carry their nets home

And the sea gulls return to Bird Island…

And the laughter of the children recedes at night

There shall still linger here the communion we forged

The feast of oneness which we partook of

 

There shall still be the eternal gate men

Who will close the cemetery door

And send the late mourners away

It cannot be music we heard that night

That still lingers in the chambers of memory

It is the new chorus of our forgotten comrades

And the hallelujahs of our second selves.

 

By Kofi Awoonor (March 13, 1935 – September 21, 2013)

Soar

by Kelly Athena

You are the universe
No need to rehearse
Jump out of your chair
Tuck flowers in your hair
Leap high in the air
with dazzle and flair
Soar like a bird
that has never heard
the word “no”
Just let go!

You Can If You Think You Can!

If you think you are beaten, you are,
If you think you dare not, you don’t.
If you like to win, but you think you can’t,
It is almost certain you won’t.

If you think you’ll lose, you’re lost,
For out in the world we find,
Success begins with a fellow’s will.
It’s all in the state of mind.

If you think you are outclassed, you are,
You’ve got to think high to rise,
You’ve got to be sure of yourself before
You can ever win a prize.

Life’s battles don’t always go
To the stronger or faster man.
But soon or late the man who wins,
Is the man who thinks he can.

~ C. W. Longenecker ~

IF

Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you.
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat these two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!