survival

I will survive

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I have gone through
a horrible experience.
but I will not let this
bring me down.

I will survive
this experience,
and will grow to be
stronger because of this.

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a view

Bruises of smoke cower in the valleys.

Morning bleeds up

To view the longitudes of a thousand serrated hills,

Remote peppercorns of thatch and whitewash

Scraped over grassy mounds

And footpaths littering the inbetweens.

 

Come the rainy season these hills

Will hemorrhage mud.

The alkyd ashes of belonging (and the walls)

will melt away.

 

Alejandra!

For my inspiring wife: Alejandra or Morning Dews! 

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B004Q9TZQQ   


For her, who in April 2010, successfully fought

so bravely hard to stay on the realm of life in

heaven's amazing grace ...  

 

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Last Minefield!

Ugonna Wachuku

 

 

Another new dawn.
Hope unbound.
Early morning dews
and wet leaves
embrace me on my
glad way to the farm
on ancestral lands of
home and upliftment. 

 

This new day, life
is born anew in my
being. Whistling
pines and singing
birds herald my
journey to the
farm.

 

Through the calm,
village bush path, I
make my way carrying
my hoe, mattock and
machete for a hopeful
day at the farm.

 

I view welcoming palm
trees and luring palm
fruits and cocoanuts
on this refreshing new
morning. I take the next
step:

 

Gboooommmnnnn!!!!

 

I am thrown into the
bush - way out of the
hopeful village path
Streams of blood and
pain cloud my vision.
My legs have been blown
off by a landmine on our
village bush path to the
farm:

 

Pain and sorrow will be
my watchword through life.
Scars unhidden will serve
as tearful reminders of
my bloody day with that
heartless landmine. Yet,
so many are dead. And
like me cannot tell
their story. But this
new day and forever,
I'll be their voice:
The world wide web
cryer unwavering!

 

Yet humanity moves
ahead with this
deadly weapon on
the village bush
path. Sorrow and
pain respects no
one in the fatal
bossom of these
landmines strewn
across the earth.

 

Let us, now, rise
with peaceful oneness
and make this mine on
my village bush path
the last landmine.
Let us rise, this new
morning, and bid goodbye
to minefields across our
beautiful blue earth.

 

Please, come with me,
join all women and
men of goodwill. This
new morning, let us rise
and rid our green pastures
and meadow sea shores of
landmine evil. Stand with
me - this new dawn of hope,
love and caring oneness
amongst humankind.

 

This new dawn, let this
be the last minefield
on our green pastures
and meadow sea shores.

 

This new dawn, humanity,
please, listen to my
heart-broken voice
crying through the
world wide web -
chanting: Let this
be the last
minefield
on
beaming
blue
planet
earth!

 

See my
teardrops
of sorrow
and pain
for the
survival
of
h
u
m
a
n
k
i
n
d
!
!
!
.
.
.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

In soulful support of landmine victims everywhere and the International Campaign to Ban Landmines (ICBL): http://www.icbl.org

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Take My Love

Ugonna Wachuku  

 

 

When all is said and lived;

when beauty and joy are

planted in your earth-heart;

when the last royal roses

come to you, remember, I

will always be there for

you through pain, agony

and tears.

 

And handsome heaven's

brilliance will be your 

light through dark waters.

Day shall be your companion

through sun-lit pathways

of hope, love and new

life.

 

In my soul, caring streams

and rivers will rise on this 

trying, painful journey 

through life. 

 

Windful waterfalls will kiss

me for a new kind of hope in

love and beauty enchanting.

 

Just remember, I will always

be there for you. Darling, you

can gladly count on me to till

the land and work the farm 

through every pain and 

agony. 

 

I will tend the garden and

bring you roses and tullips

of blue and yellow.

So, always remember,

there will be no if.

I'll listen and care. 

I'll uphold you to 

outlive every terror 

and pain with love 

and wisdom. 

 

You can always count on heaven

to bloom my heart anew each day.

Even when the spirit is weak, I

will ever remember that you are

there. Surely, darling, I will.

 

Take my love when you will.

And remember, through this

pain, through this agony,

I will ever 

be there, 

all

for

y

o

u


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