Contentment

Nine Hour Hum

This is the housed professional that envelops day to day,
complete with foreign coffee mugs
that denote a person's age.

My enclosure has three walls, none of which imprison
or echo breaths or words or calls,
beyond my own derision.

And when I need a ladder to climb from 'neath fluorescents,
there is a door that goes by card,
with knowing bulb candescent.

The handle is a question mark on this caffeinated tankard.
It scolds me raw with rising steam,
and leers with spices haggard.

It insists I am an older man despite my tragic youth.
Its years I've yet to cultivate,
their wisdom yet imbued.

But it keeps me woke and wary of the passing workplace fellow,
their baskets filled with sugared filth
that cater to my mellow.

I'll take it to the cafeterium and say hello while going,
content with thoughts of politics
in offices worth strolling.

There I will converse anew with friends and strangers still,
happy with my hoodie on,
and trying not to spill.

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Success Motto!

Success, Success, Success the whole mankind is running for,
Working hard on so many chores….

Is money success? Is name success? What is Success?
Is Success always having more and never less?

There is no definition to success clear,
We make our own opinions for success,
We make our own notions for failure and fear…..

Then what is the “Success Motto” blowing around….
Is there something permanent you have found!

Yes the motto of success is to be happy now,
You’re not living successfully,
Contemplating on thoughts of past and future how?

Success is to concentrate, be consistent and determined,
Successful are those who take adversities as a positive wind….

Real success means, I am happy no matter what?
Real success is a well lived life,
When the lord takes a glimpse shot!!!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

An irony to success in today's world!

Dweller on Charlottle Island

Dweller had left the daily hum and drum behind,
and set himself adrift on monumental tides.
His journey was a deadly one
that flung him on to shores.
He tasted sand and bits of shell,
and knew he had found a home.
Charlottle Island he did name this vast and new expanse.
He walked along its furthest rims and knew he was the last
of any form of mindful being
that had dwelt along these coasts,
making him Charlottle's king
and leaving him to rule alone.
Upon a day of harnessing the island's baltic wastes,
he found a dryness on his tongue and thirst he could not slake.
He set his weathered boot to ground
and stalked beneath the trees,
with eyes afixed towards the skies
and hands against the breeze.
He sang a sweet and mild tune that he'd forgotten 'til just now,
lost in all the beauty of Charlottle cast abound.
Just then Dweller saw a fix:
a single ripened coconut,
hanging rapt on highest branch
and begging for indulgent lust.
Dweller wrapped his legs about the trunk of holding tree,
only to exhaust himself whilst climbing up to reach.
He tumbled backwards, hit the earth,
and scratched at shaggy skull.
He pondered there and thought aloud
until his head grew full.
Later came and Dweller thought to bring all that he owned
and stack them all atop the other until he'd bit his goal.
But every thing brought from the isle
was not enough to rival she,
the Charlottle grace and tallest palm
that held at bay his needs.
Dweller sat beneath the shade of his prize above all prizes,
sick by dust that sank between his teeth and both his eyelids.
He looked around and took it in,
the pretty place he'd stumbled on.
He thought a while and came to grips
with the bounty he had called upon.
He leaned against the blasted trunk and bonked his head on wood;
smiling despite himself, resting while he could.
Maybe he'd just do without
the lovely, milkened sphere.
He had so much that blessed him here,
and so little that interfered.
Dweller stood and shook the tree, sighing with a grin.
He took his leave and reveled in the burning that was his.
Horizons leapt and then sank down,
with dimming light to guide him home.
Dweller then made bed for night
and laid awake before he dozed.
A fullest moon did pour upon Charlottle's fragrant slopes,
bringing with it churning air and a pale-blue sort of glow.
And evening late as Dweller dreamt,
the winds did bring their fury,
and his coconut then fell from perch,
where beneath the sand it buried.

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When You Smile

Ugonna Wachuku

 

Whispering waterfalls and
streams tell me beautiful
stories in my dreams.

 

Silent hearts sing me simple
songs of glory and hope.
In my dreams; in my tears
of joy and glad sorrow, I
watch you follow the river's
pathway to lands unknown; to
lush landscapes undefiled.

 

I watch you tell moonlight
stories in village squares
at home. I watch you follow  
nature's heartbeat. I watch
you dream new, loving dreams
for humanity:

 

There will be uplifting songs
from deep ancestral warriors
and villagers. In my tears; in
my joyful sadness, I watch you
take my hand:

 

I feel your presence. I feel
your love. I feel your inspiring
breath and subtle power because
when you smile, I am made whole.

 

When you smile, I behold a whole

new world on moonlit nights and
brilliant blue clouds. That smile
is all I need to run creatively
wild.

 

And tonight, I will be at
the village square once again,
waiting for you and that
inspiring

smile

you

bring.  

 

When You Smile
~ Critiques/Comments ~

Rachelle Wiegand
poetess@mtco.com


Ugonna,  Another inspiring gem. You are a Poet, aren't you?  I love
this: 


"There will be uplifting songs

from deep ancestral warriors
and villagers. In my tears; in
my joyful sadness, I watch you 
take my hand:

 

I feel your presence. I feel
your love. I feel your inspiring
breath and subtle power because
when you smile, I am made whole.

 

When you smile, I behold a whole

new world on moonlit nights and
brilliant blue clouds. That smile
is all I need to run creatively
wild.

 

And tonight, I will be at
the village square once again,
waiting for you and that 
inspiring

smile

you

bring." 


So beautifully appreciative, so breathtaking and mysterious ... I love it! Great work!
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Ugonna Wachuku
ugonna@apexmail.com
I believe I am a poet, Rachelle! What a striking question, indeed!
Let me just say so for the moment. And thank you for your moving
critical analysis concerning When You Smile. I'll certainly go back to
read this poem of mine again and again...
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Teresa Jacobs
truffels_37211@yahoo.com
Your words are so beautiful. Full of mystery and of hope. I love this
poem. You tell your story with such powerful desrciptiveness. I can't
help but reading this poem over and over again.
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Mona Omar 
monao3@yahoo.com
when you smile iam  made whole i behold a whole new world on moonlight
night what a beautiful poem  when you smile
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Angel Wolf
simply-poetic@webtv.net
This is a breathtaking poem full of imagery. Takes YOU on a journey
through nature, love and life! Reminds me of another poet.  simply
poetic
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Deborah Russell
sellwein@hotmail.com
a smile of the eyes is most beautiful
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Myra Lochner
myrataal@mweb.co.za


Oh Ugonna!   


When I return from time to time to quench my thirst at your silver
stream, I find this tranquility so good, so soothing, for my soul.

Thank you for your "beautiful stories" for my dreams.

Kindest regards

Myra
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2002-01-31 15:58:05


Gail Henderson
hfgsmiles@aol.com


Great work on this poem im so
gald i read the whole poem keep
up the lovely work i know great
work when i read it. i really apperciate
you taking the time to read some of
my poems that really means alot to
me. im very blessed by god in alot
of diffrent ways a family that loves
me and supports me and great freinds
ive had for years i like rechieving
comments it lights up my life and it
makes me a better writer .even the good
one...

 

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