the
quick
winds
gather in
and
the
wild scent
of
the
ash pink rose
jettison
towards
the
kingdom of heaven
again

A poem is
like a bird
with a broken wing

Kneeling down,
with gentle hands,
i
gathered up
an injured soul,
to mend its wing,
so it can fly.

When I am dead and
six feet under,
Please don’t bring me
flowers I can not smell,
red roses I can not see or
stems I can not touch

Well, don’t let your
left hand knows what your
right hand is doing and...
Everything will be all right

When I am dead and gone,
just keep on living, because
Life is like a red balloon
on a string and sailing
gently on a gust of wind

My dear friend John is a peaceful,
humble and noble giant,
with a red badge of courage.

So, what does God want him to do?

In the historical past,
The slaves needed skills to
survive in the new world.

“They cursed the bread, because
They could not eat the meat.”

Somehow, God provides our daily bread,
And He still provides.

Did you hear the great news?

The mighty African drumbeats are speaking
colorful rhythms throughout the villages.
The drums are singing about freedom for
our brothers and sisters in *******.

Remember, there is only one God, and
He provides the golden battle shield.
Yes, God is the victory, delivering us from evil.

Well, a new day is coming, and we will stand
together on God’s Plymouth Rock.
He is the steady hand, guiding us like a compass,
through a quiet storm.

Still, God is everlasting, because He is the
beginning and the end.
God is the water that we thirst
He is the air for our soul to breathe
God is the answer to our prayers

My friend John, put your trust in God,
and let God take care of the residue.

Juggling an ice-cream cone
In his hand
while dancing a red balloon on a string
with the other hand
The little boy clicked both heels together,
And he dashed
As fast as he could, to the top of the hill

Then he blew out a shout:
Hey, look at me,
And just look what I got!
I got a red balloon!
The world is all about!

Then a strong gust of wind
Came along with a snatched
The red balloon zoomed away
From his playful hand

The red balloon climbed
Above snow white clouds,
Clouds appeared like fluffy
Mashed potatoes
Waiting for a spoon

The red balloon soared,
as free as a bird, without a
word
Well, it decided to go to the
moon,
The red balloon shone brighter
than a silver spoon.

So, the red balloon dream
believed it could fly,
Through the air with ease, it
danced above like a Tennessee Waltz,

Hanging from a park bench or tied to
a tree, the red balloon traveled above
the castles, churches, and kings.

Well, the red balloon sailed away from the
little boy’s hand, but just around the
corner and up over the bend, you can find
a red balloon dream, in a little boy's heart.

Somewhere over the rainbow,
A great civilization flourished,
And we discovered a wonderful kaleidoscope
Of exuberant and vibrant humanity

Enchanted tones tell a story
About people made from dusk
And red clay

They blend into caravans
Of strong and beautiful faces

The royal kingdom with majesty,
Sits on the throne,
And the mighty lion with pride,
Rules its dominion

Rights, rituals, and passages
Speak of our greatness

Traditions taken from the ancients
Are the seeds planted?

As we enter the sacred place,
Paradise is never forsaken

Behold, the true Garden of Eden,
As we drink sweet water
From the Nile River

Timbuktu astronomers study the heavens

Mandingo and Zulu Warriors display
War-painted colors like
The broad plumage of a peacock

They stand gripping tall sharp spears
And poisoned arrow tips to launch,
Thus, ready for battle

Juju medicine man mixes repeated chants,
As he drifted into a spiritual dance

At daybreak,
We go down to the river flow,
And shadows rise like the moon

Hearts beat in rhythms
Like fine-tuned African drums,
And the rainy season
Stay bound to Mother Earth

At the edge of a crackling fire,
The enchanted medicine man
Delivers magic words and potions

Great powerful heavens
Lift every voice and sing,
To the sweet harmony of Africa