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Poem: Divine Intervention- Master Chef of the Universe

By Sheila Bore

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uuuuhh, phew, now that was lucky.

Oh no it wasn't!

There is no such thing as luck, good or bad luck

Being perceptive and receptive to God’s stirrings, that voice

Intuition, 6th sense, feeling, gut feeling

are not a coincidence,

but are and is God-incidence

To quote a genius author whose inspiration was divine

God permits things to happen, for the good of those who love Him

And are called according to His purpose.

He also permits terrible and bad things to happen

as there is a grander more magnificent plan waiting to unfold

beyond our wildest dreams and secret imaginations.

There is a Master Plan in place that only HE knows

and even if HE tried, well.. attempted and exposed to us His plan

we would still not comprehend it with our simpleton minds,

even for those who have been the highest blessed IQ possible.

Give me a name, whatever you chose it to be

Because I already have my fame

I AM who you will say I AM, a flame of wonderment

Give me a name, it’s Divine then I AM Thine

With a relationship so dear and sacred

I’ll borrow from the greatest of life’s books who’s narratives, advise & allegories

Capture both history and prophecy.

Whether you believe it or not. You are His treasured sous-chef, partaking in the life of your own cuisine.

It’s up to you (us) to live and decipher the dialogues, parables and proverbials, songs that were told as monologues

Proverbs shared are sometimes strange and bizarre dialogues

With fun and funny proverbs and parables

That can be appreciated by a mind that is arable

Yet, lived and practiced in a great or poor taste as some something distinguished and wearable

Proverbs are shared and weaved into an astonishing of variety styles so literary

He is the Executive, the Master chef who is also running the restaurant of this universe You are His treasured sous-chef, partaking in life’s cuisine. Bon Appetit!

Poem- Solomon or Someone?

By Sheila Bore

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Wisdom is a journey and not a destination

Pursue it daily, as when you learn something new, you are better off than yesterday

The chariot to get there is education, as now you know and have grown from no to knew and now to new

Obtaining it is elusive as wisdom learnt and kept to oneself

Is the dearth to that knowledge

The kingdom of knowledge is vast as it deep & wide, a solid creation

Of what use is a light hidden under a table

When there’s a meal set on the table waiting to be devoured, appreciatively?

Trying to romanticise it as a candlelight dinner

Is not only cheeky but tricky if the dinner was only set for one person, by the chef who’s also the solo diner

So you want to eat alone, in the dark? What if we all chose to do so?

If you have some wise knowledge to share, make the time and spare that moment to give some

Just like one candle 🕯 can be used to light 💡another, so can wisdom be passed on like the baton at a relay race

For as a gold medalist team, together, we will win some

not only for one but also for all of us.

So what is wisdom I foolishly and cleverly ask?

As what’s obvious to you may not be to me and vice versa

To quote the world renowned Oxford Dictionary

“The quality of having experience, knowledge and good judgement; the quality of being wise”

In irony or jest, ’in reference to a person whose suggestion is not a well judged as an action then it’s referred to as in Someone’s wisdom.’

Try not be that someone instead follow the words of the wise and be like the famous king Solomon!

Solomon, Solomon, oh where art thou, wise one?

The plot thickens!

By Sheila Bore

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No, I am not a wanna be Chinua Achebe,

Though I love his work

In the same vein & vine I also love Aravind Adiga

My poetry is maybe mystic yet also lyric

Random thoughts joined together not be like a headless chicken

Why do I say it thickens

No, I am not a wanna be Charles Dickens

Though I love his work

I prefer Maya Angelou

My poetry is a another verbal expression available to be covey a word, thing or feeling as artistic

Snippets of a message joined as sometimes with rhyming rhythmic words; that make mind beat and heart quicken

This is a no stew that needs to thicken

No, I am not Gordon Ramsay

I love his cooking shows minus the foul mouth

I prefer Jamie Oliver

My poetry to some maybe moronically simplistic, to me it’s empiric & artistic

Serious thoughts joined as playful words

Straight out of the vast vocabulary kitchen

This plot thickens

Words I have also found add or subtract to a narrative & message

Whether said or written by someone famous or non-entity or just by choice anonymous

With this poem

Random thoughts joined together and not be like a headless chicken

Snippets of a message joined as sometimes with rhyming rhythmic words; that make mind beat and heart quicken

Serious thoughts joined as playful words

Straight out of the vast vocabulary kitchen

Here is where the plot thickens...

Don’t speak unless you can improve the silence that how the plot thickens!

Poem: July 2020 -The month and year of plenty

By Sheila Bore

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July, please don’t fly to the end of this year

Take us slowly despite & in-spite of all these myriad concerns amongst them health fears

Ultimately, what was previously bizarre is the new normal

Too many things have stopped being while others have started being so so formal.

July, you are half way through the beginning and halfway to the end of the year

Hope & pray there is a solution, slow down to the lockdown not only of people but also of the pandemic, pain & tears

Bring an end to the global turmoil

Calm the worldly Waters like a zinc oil salve; let the evil 👿 hand the Corona recoil.

July on a brighter note, we will live to tell of this crazy year

As a past occurrence that quickly got clear

Rid of various unnecessary complications instead brings forth a better, preferably best situation.

JULY

A journey through an

Ultimate

Landmark

Year

Despite what may be going on the life right now, GO be a better human being in this world 🌍 & nation

May your month be a filled with good thought, kind people and many blessings. Have a good July

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Poem- Thoughts & Dots. Embrace your thinking Hat.

By Sheila Bore

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A polka dot a thought, or just artistic spots for a daring soul and space

Whatever will be the pace

Don’t wait forever, as NIKE says “Just do it!”; there is no hesitation phase

I dare add to the former, you will know when it is an ingeniously great fit; as if it was a first, a diagram, in your minds eye, it’s a perfect trace

Being a thought 💭 leader, starts naturally with the thought,

Then moves, hopefully, into the trajectory of an action, that should not be fought

The solution lines within and out and can surely be sought

If you do nothing with the thought or action you are guaranteed of either a successfully result something between or nought

Nothing ventured, nothing gained. I see your attentions caught

Easier said than done✅ , you’re afraid of the great thought, you’re not in search of a nightmare crowned in humiliation as you think 🤔 it’s not worth the investment of sharing and pain

Except sometimes many a good thing originates with pain, blood 🩸, sweat 😓 and tears 😭, otherwise there is no focused gain.

Michelangelo, Einstein or Maya Angelou you say you ain’t from that lot

They were also probably afraid of their own creative and inventive thoughts

Yet, if you just dare... DO IT, they did, their own cooking, using their own recipe, in their pot.

Let’s end that discussion; that seed has been planted it’s a full stop 🛑

That prick the tiny dot that demarcates the abbreviation you may even earn before or after the end of your name, yes, that dot.

Go be a thought 💭 leader, start naturally with the thought or in reverse with yes again, the envisaged end the full stop 🛑 ✋🏾 , the punctuation mark, the dot!

Poem- Welcome breeze...Hello

By Sheila Bore

🍃 🌞 The leaves rustled by a gentle breeze

Branches swayed with a greeting tease

The sky a clear blue not a cloud in sight

Only in the distance a few cotton fluffs in different shapes and sizes

The sun massages the skin into warmth so welcome

Hello to a breeze so welcome

Jazz music trickles in fervently from a distance, a gentle breeze

Insects buzz around, 🐝 bees looking for nectar; her long tongue proboscis a rosebud 🌹 teases

Laughter can be heard from a distance, yet no one is in sight

The volume of the sounds muted into different shapes and sizes

The breeze caresses the skin with coolness so welcome

Hello to a breeze so welcome

Briefly the sun hides her warmth taken over by a strong breeze

The sun and wind, warmth and coolness the elements on the skin tease

A dance 💃🏾 they sing 🎶 to an audience out of sight

Rustling leaves and swaying branches add to the chorus so welcome

Hello to a welcome breeze, hello to a breeze so welcome

Poem- Tranquility in the stillness of day

By Sheila Bore.

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In the stillness of day...kids laughter in the distance, the pitter patter of baby feet sound padded and refreshing

A door slams shut from the lone strong breeze on this hot sweaty day

I lay there and try to take a nap to the music of human chatter

That breaks the silence in the stillness of day.

It’s the hottest day of the year thus far

The one where one wants to sun themselves like a lizard

Yet cool ones thirst with cold icy water from the nearby well

the smorgasbord of the lunch buffet sends wafts of delicious smells

Mouthwatering delicacy served on special occasions such as today.

We just want to shout hurray

That breaks the silence in the stillness of day.

The room in the basement feels as cool as a cucumber

Conducive for an afternoon siesta like slumber

We await the rest of the party guests to arrive

they are late yet to extract themselves from a prior engagement

In the meantime, we thrive, the rest of the household a hive of activity

I take my nap and save my energy for the rest of the festivity.

That breaks the silence in the stillness of day.

Glasses clink to voices of cheers

Half the year has flown by with no tears

A cause for celebration, hearts filled with thanks

for the beauty of simplicity in a shared meal in peace, warmth (and tranquility)

That breaks the silence in the stillness of day.

Poem-Embarassing Eloquence: Let your actions be louder than your words!

By Sheila Bore

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Embarassing Eloquence, let your actions be louder

How low can you go? This is feigned elegance

Let me liberate you from my ignorance.

You may say my behaviour is arrogance

Yet, your promises versus reality; how low can you go under a circumstance?

Forget your words, let your actions be louder

What happened to your moral compass?

Suddenly the idea and feel of power makes you pompous

Money and wealth are not your discovery you nouveau riche Columbus

Don’t let your greed & selfishness, your life encompass.

Forget your words, let your actions speak louder than your words!

Where that came from more can grow

Yet, do not sell yourself short, you think it’s only time you throw

this is a betrayal so deep, it’s like 3 cock crows

Forgetting who sacrificed & promises you made, you shake your head Afro

What goes up surely comes down ma Sista & ma Bro

Forget your words, let your actions speak louder than your words

When I get power

I will try to be humble in my tower

Promises made, are like a bouquet of flowers, rose petals with rice, thrown after couple walks down the aisle; marriage vows sealed and signed, that type of shower.

Forget your words, let your actions speak louder than your words

You borrowed from me to get rich

Let’s me get to the crux, you make snake oil promises were laced as a good pitch

Yet now, with your success, you’ve got power, you’ve thrown me into a financial ditch

Our friendship devalued, it’s not about the money; just because you’ve found your niche

Pay up before things go south & you cannot recover nought when you run into a hitch

Forget your words, let your actions speak louder than your words.

Don’t let yourself get into embarrassing eloquence, let your actions speak louder than your words.

May June be the month of Joy, Utmost, Nurtured Experience.