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YULETIDE
(A Season of Love and Celebration)
In the hearts of many, gladness is rich,
As many call on all to share with them
Their joy and tales of adventure,
Through the year so encountered.
In many places, friends and folks,
Meet for the year and hug with love,
Sharing sweet smiles of happiness,
And the gladness of a joyful season.
By the corner, kids play and dance,
Making friends of mixed generations,
Building grounds for future friendship,
In hopes of many more Yuletides.
In the air, the feel is near tangible,
As happiness reigns over sadness,
With cheers and charity all spreading,
Painful incidents are readily endured.
Joy is the feeling, the world over,
As Forgiveness gives in abundance.
And charity lives in generous hearts.
Salutations! Felicitations! It’s Christmas!
©Oliver O. Mbamara, 2003 (2009)
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Resurrection of The Prince Within
And when the prince has toured the world
In search of the glory that he had lost,
Led astray by the illusions of his ego,
He comes to the threshold of reality
Always and ever waiting for his knock.
And when the prince abandons his ego,
And in humility accepts his fallacies,
He unburdens his mind of its illusions
And open in him a room for revelation
Of that which has hitherto been in him.
And thus in humbling of the little self,
The prince is exalted to higher realms,
Where he shall unite in identification,
With the true self and essence he truly is,
Always have been and always will be.
Oliver Mbamara © 2003
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CHRISTMAS IN WINTER
When I woke up this morning
To the grace and embrace
Of cold sleet and draught
Sipping through the morning
When I looked far afield
And lo the grasses buried in snow
How deep for them I felt
Hapless lot buried below the field.
This morning the wind blew overhead
Nature danced in a semi-cicular glee
Etching smiles on thousand faces
Making lives grow like new-cob heads.
On this winter christmas morning
The cold breeze blows happiness
On faces smiling with cheers
As happiness gives way to mourning
Emeka Azuine
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I Cry Me a New Beginning
Another year has come and gone
So many lessons were there to learn
And some of them I may have missed,
And here another year comes anew.
Though
I may cry for some guiding hand
To lead me out of the hindering pit,
Indeed I know I must stretch my hand
Out of the pit if I must get some help
Exhausted and crushed I may be now
Defeated and beaten down to earth
But only I can pick me up
To start again to make new strides
And in this fleeting days of illusion
I must stand for myself to live
And though I may have failed before
I will try some more, again and again,
To learn to overcome the lower self
And passions of the mind in life
Of anger, lust and vanity,
Of attachment and even greed,
With those true virtues of the mind
Of patience, and right sense to choose
Of humility, and detachment too,
Of contentment, the state of being
Though the path be strewn with thorns
And may be slippery at best at times
My Inner Guidance I still will trust
As I cry me a new beginning,
The Light of God will shine my way
The Sound of God will lead my path
Through the valley and shadow ways
I shall emerge again a better I.
©Oliver O. Mbamara 2010
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