Words Tumble Down

That Moment When Inspiration...

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There are times when failure convicts us of the ineffective way we’ve been running our own lives and our need to confess our imperious self-will

Lloyd John Ogilvie [Falling into Greatness]

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The liberal attitude is commendable, but there are countless numbers of people who deeply believe in things that are destroying them

Douglas Shah [The Meditators]

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Is it true? Is if necessary? Is it helpful? The same questions can be asked when we are hurt by what people say. Often all three questions can be answered yes, and we can learn and grow through what’s said to us.

Lloyd John Ogilvie; in reference to a quote by Alexander Whyte [Falling into Greatness]

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something that we should be concerned about as creators is the worthiness of our theme.

Prof. Atukwei Okai [8th July, 2016; at A Literary Encounter With Maria Gomez Lara at the Leopold Senghor Seminar Hall, PAWA House, Ridge, Greater Accra, Ghana]

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Here’s the thing: because a lot of Ghanaians see writing as some side-thing, some hobby that you can get published for, a lot of the stuff we produce isn’t up to professional standards.

Akotowaa [Both Cheeks on Board]

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Despite the westerly gales, despite the persistence of snowfall the daffodils are opening. They are opening the way tapestries, labored at one stitch at a time, suddenly arrive at something whole.

Marion McCready [Mary Stuart; Daffadowndilly]

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I’m all about that manipulation of words to mean what you need them to mean – it’s part of my lexivist nature.

Akotowaa, Writer [The Magnificent Relevance of Motherfuckitude]

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We are products of our past, but we don’t have to be prisoners of it.

- Rick Warren [The Purpose Driven Life]

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For JoAnne Deborah Byron

all the succor during the oppressive supremacy and manhunt for the 'revolutionary mother hen' hands off Olugbala ~Assata Shakur~

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When God wants to make a mushroom, He does it overnight, but when He wants to make a giant oak, He takes a hundred years.

Rick Warren - The Purpose-Driven Life

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~Day 11: Your Best Date~

The best date has been the book date. Walking around to bookshops. Walking as we talk about everything and nothing. Knowing that the long distances walked Will make the limbs ache in evening time. As long as they ache I recount the happenings of the day before sleeping. The best date is an easy day to remember They are a memory that's easily recalled Because the books bought have the date written in them. [Written 0856hrs; 12th April, 2016]

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Day 4: The wave upon the Cape Castle Coast

The invisible strings, the indivisible strands of gravity, hold the vantage points of this shore. They link the seas to the people by waves upon the continents. Sending messages from beach to beach. The principle, perhaps, which is observed in history's message in a bottle. Do you see it? Can you feel it? Can you read it? There are nautical alphabets that resound in the crashing of each wave upon the coast. There are royal missives mailed from the moon to the castle It speaks of heroes? It speaks of heroines? It speaks of villains who misunderstand the responsibility of power? It speaks of things to come of which we all are yet to see with our eyes? For the coast may be clear And the castle may seem safe But the there is a wave upon the castle coast Rising like a cape from the flight of a villain. Have you read it yet? Can you read it even? It is odd to say this but there is wisdom to be scooped from the froth that comes with each wave upon the castle coast 0906hrs; 4th April, 2016

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Day 3: Words don't feed us

They ate day-old raw fish and wild berries As we lay famished in the dark forest, But it purged them before they even had the chance to belch They were twice as hungry for they wasted strength by puking.

Yet they would not believe our words to be true They would not feed on the diet of words.

“Words don’t feed us,” they repeated.

And so like the truth, many hunger after wisdom, Not aware that with no knowledge of their ignorance They will starve from the cravings of what they do not understand. Their minds will never be nourished if they keep on thinking this:

“Words don’t feed us…words don’t feed us.”

Lo al halechem lvadoh ycheyeh haadam. But it takes more than bread to sustain us for life.

Words will not feed their stomach Because it is the staple food of the mind.

[1454hrs; 3rd April, 2016]

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Day 2: ~When Poesy Unmakes an Undoing~

Like a cordoned off crime scene there’s still some bustle in the neighbourhood of all the works I’ve read.

Like someone tried unsuccessfully to clean out all traces of having been here…and there.

But there’s still guilt smeared in the atmosphere like splattered blood from a bludgeoned head.

I feel the deep sting of remorse in each cliché that is used in lines broken off jaggedly but in the right places so much that they seem to fit.

These poems are broken pieces that seem to solve the puzzle of a demeaned life when put together.

I am the detective in this case of attempted murder But I feel like a priest With all these confessional poems individually seeking a collective repentance.

She has written her way home to forgiveness Having done enough time behind the bars of other people’s judgements;

She has found the healing that resides in abodes of words that lie beyond the senses.

All that I see now are poems that describe the moment when belief meets mercy at the junction of love.

To be forgiven now Is one of the greatest things on earth.

She is a timely witness And you’ll have to read the poems for yourself.

[Written 1617hrs GMT; 2nd April, 2016]

[ozionn]

the knowing that our słońce is just a twinkling star to whatever eyes that watch it in the distance - somewhere - far away in the cosmos.

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Day 1: Starry Nights

Yesterday never looked so beautiful As looking up into the night’s sky.

They twinkle like stars, But these are actually stars.

Yesterday never looked so beautiful Because I’m looking at light beyond the past.

Standing in the present Looking up into the twinkling past And yes, can I say:

Tomorrow might be like the night’s sky But that’s when we will shine Like stars on starry nights;

Already shinning Right from the past Into the present, Into the future.

The brightly brighter future From a darkly darker past

We are like a many million stars Gathered at the threshold of eternity Shining through time Until night comes no more.

[Written 23:03 - 23:27 GMT. Friday, 1st April, 2016]

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Your Role in the Whooosah of Betterment

more like unresolved emotions;

disentangling the knotted bitterness, soothing the hurt…

it’s a mess you also made and you’ve got to clean it up