Before the Shower


The sudden stream of heated water spurts from the above

faucet and drenches me with the warm downpour

I initially begin to lather certain portions of my sweaten

body as the gusts of invigorating steam swirl about in an

effortless ballet

Remembering of the passion that was exchanged just before

the shower minutes ago

The gentle rush of steam reminding me of your breath,

trickling down my neck alerting tens of thousands of

excited pores in my skin

The lather slowly oozing down my back grants me to

recall of your fingers gliding, tickling my skin with a

lover's caress

And the water throbbing and pushing my body reminds me

of your body, your presence on top of mine shifting and

swaying with your arms and legs outstretched, wrapped

around mine

Climaxing in the grand finale with your body, our body

rejoicing in quenching ecstasy, together.

Suddenly, the door slides open.

It is you in naked beauty

You come to me

And your breath begins trickling down my neck...  

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Oh come to me intrepid script,

And betrooth me a Sapphic glow,

Of the words yet writ,

And of the words to know.

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Is there a song I can sing?

What words will ring?

For teachers who are as nice as  you,

you who always knew.

That someday this little girl

would get out of the teenage whirl.

And finally realize how to life my life

even through trouble and strife.

To be happpy everyday

to look at myself and say.

This is the way it has to be

to believe in God and me.

And so I say thank you to you

because you changed my life too.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this poem in 9th grade, 1995 to all my teachers.

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Seraphim nervously welcome him

The Persian Gulf War raged,- and Tim was there

And made our missiles against Saddam flare.

A decorated hero, -dear to all-

But now condemned as ruthless criminal.

Why did you do this deed, Tim please explain?

Why did you cause such suffering and pain?

Returning from the war, fatigued and spent

Your heart turned so against the Government.

Small farms’ foreclosure, unpaid rents called in,-

And penury perhaps for friends or kin,-

Ingratitude   -   indifference-

Can make the staunchest hero lose his sense.

Past traumatic syndrome and its strain,

The Persia Gulf War fresh in memory’s lane,

Big disappointments and some stresses more,

Besides frustrations  rushing to the fore.

The day arrived, when all the world aghast

Heard of the bomb’s destructions and the blast

That plunged, submerged so many in a sea

Of suffering and great calamity.

They caught you soon and justice held its sway,

At first delayed, but then no further stay;.

They gave no time for you to comprehend

The import of your deed and to repent.

The Government its fearful promise kept

And had you to a lethal gurney strapped;

Invited witnesses to view your death

And to observe you draw your final breath.

To stare you down,- to watch you squirm and cry

Was the intent,- but lo! - it went awry!-

Stare down condemned a man is blasphemous!

For it denies due awe the Prince of Death

No speech, no speech at all, - no single word-

A written poem only, - Praise the Lord!”

The glass was tinted, and the “Process “ short

Your friends you saw,- but not the watch cohort.

The Lord writes straight with many crooked lines

But none can set the limits nor confines

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem was written at the time of Timothy McVeigh's execution

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Spirit of the Deep: The Great Place [Book Prologue]







"Even though we face the

difficulties of today and

tomorrow, I still have a

dream. I have a dream that

my four little children will

one day live in a nation where

they will not be judged by the

color of their skin but by the

content of their character."

~Martin Luther King, jr.



In 1964, Nelson Mandela was sentenced to life in

prison. Seven years later, I was born. As soon as

I was old enough to understand, my mum and dad,

both historians, had taken me through pages in




Outside the bloody, sad tale of the fight of my Igbo

people for survival and fulfilment within Nigeria,

that of the Jews, African Americans, native American

Indians, Koori (Australian Aborigines), Tibetans;

Palestinians; including Mexican Indians, and others

across the world of then and today, the story of

the blatant oppression of native, aboriginal South

African black people by a white minority struck me in a

moving manner.   



By reading and observation, I followed the struggle

against apartheid. In humane spirit, I was drawn to

the humble, but unequivocal yearning of this South

African leader who had been condemned to spend

the rest of his powerfully advocative life in prison.

Mandela became an enigma to me. Far from me and even

farther from the world around him, Mandela, symbolic

of the courageous spirit of the South African people,

became a spirit of the deep ancestral Africa which I

resolved to uphold, embrace and celebrate after the

dawn of freedom I longed for.   



Above all, I came to realize that I had fallen in

love with a people and their struggle for a peaceful

recognition of the worth and dignity inherent in their

human essence. This love stems from my family's

unwavering involvement in the South African struggle -

a high level involvement that date back to the time

my uncle, Jaja Anucha Wachuku, was Nigeria's Foreign

Affairs Minister: 



Notably, a 1964 telegram from the United States Embassy

in South Africa to the Department of State read thus:   



"Cape Town, April 22, 1964, 11 a.m

/1/Source: Department of State, Central Files, POL

29 S AFR. Confidential; priority.

Repeated to London, USUN, Pretoria, and Lagos.



/3/In the "Rivonia" trial, nine African Nationalist

leaders, including Nelson Mandela, were charged with

planning and carrying out sabotage. The Rivonia trial

was so called because of the arrest of a number of the

defendants on a farm in Rivonia, Transvaal.

I read the following statement to FonSec Jooste"

of South Africa "yesterday afternoon:

`Nigerian Foreign Minister Wachuku has expressed to

our Ambassador' - USA - `in Lagos his view that if

death penalty should be imposed and carried out on

Mandela and other defendants in Rivonia sabotage

trial it would place moderate African leaders like

himself and Government of Nigeria, who are attempting

to follow a reasonable course on the South African

problem, in an impossible situation...'  Jooste took careful

notes. His reaction to Wachuku's statement was calm...




Later, in the early 80s, as Senate Foreign Affairs

Committee Chairman, my uncle, Jaja Wachuku, against the

Nigerian government policy of isolating the South African

government because of apartheid, in a very dangerous

mission, secretly went to South Africa to put pressure on

president Pieter Willem Botha, then prime minister, for

the unconditional release of Nelson Mandela and others;

including the willing abrogation and total dismantling

of the obnoxious apartheid system in every humane sense

and truthful reality. Jaja Wachuku's meeting with president

Botha was a rewarding but acrimonious one. My uncle took

this great risk for the love of his fellow brothers and

sisters in South Africa. Unflinchingly, he truely loved

all humanity; and cared so much for people's well-being,

fulfilment and peaceful joy:



For example, after the sorrowful Nigerian - Biafran war,

there were so many orphans amongst our Igbo people

in Nigeria. Jaja took some of these orphans into the

Wachuku family and wholly trained and cared for them till

adulthood. Today, these orphans of yesterday are happy and

responsilbly fulfilled members of our big, interesting

Wachuku family and the Nigerian society at large. Today,

they are my cousins, brothers and sisters in that uniquely

African manner of caring, and overwhelmingly inspiring

family tradition. Throughout his distinguished 78 years,

(1918-1996), on this earth, Jaja Wachuku deeply believed

that a wrong-doer cannot be corrected by isolation; but by

compassionate and lovingly understanding dialogue coupled

with constant interaction in order to bring that person

to the same level of love and compassionate understanding

of the fact that we all are worthy and dignified human

beings created in the image of God Almighty:



Also, during 1979 to 1983, my uncle's days of service

to our people and nation in the Nigerian Senate, a

political correspondent of one of the Nigerian newspapers

reported one amongst Jaja Wachuku's numerous visionary and

proactive advocacy and practical solution to the South

African apartheid problem, in the following words: 



"The redoutable Jaja held his colleagues

spell-bound on the floor of the Senate

as he weighed heavily on them with his

awesome oratorial machinery, defending

his vision that the defeat of apartheid

and freedom for South African blacks",

and other groups, "shall flow from the

barrels of dialogue and contact, not

from the barrels of isolation and




So, With unwavering vision, for Jaja Wachuku, his unpopular

interaction and dialogue with the apartheid regime had to be

kept going; not just to free the blatantly oppressed and

brutalized blacks and other groups, but also to free

our beloved brothers and sisters - whites - from their

heavily overbearing circle of hatred and destructive

feelings entwined with fatal actions of hopeful

superiority upheld by glaringly unjust laws and

government policies which had no human face.



To understand more about my uncle's view as stated in

the preceding paragraph and earlier in this prologue,

please, kindly hear Frederik Willem de Klerk in his touching

autobiography titled: "The Last Trek - A New Beginning:



"It was a day of liberation - not only

for black South Africans, but also for

us white South Africans. Suddenly, the

burden of three hundred and fifty years

had been lifted from our shoulders. For

the first time, we could greet all our

countrymen without guilt or fear as

equals and as fellow South Africans.

When I woke up that morning" (10 May 1994)

"I was still the president of South Africa.

When I went to bed, the mantle had passed

from me to Nelson Mandela...

It is not only black, coloured

and Indian South Africans who have

been liberated. After generations,

whites have been freed from the

defensive Laager (the circled ox-

wagons which served as a kind of

fortress within which they could

protect their women and children

and cattle) in which they had for

centuries been confined...

It was the" Laager "ideal to which

I myself had clung until I finally

concluded, after a long process of

deep introspection, that, if pursued,

it would bring disaster to all the

peoples of our country - including

my own..."



Humbly, my family's unwavering involvement in the

South African struggle has many untold stories which

I would rather rest for now as I take you on this

soulfully moving journey through Spirit of the Deep.

However, I must let you know that everyone of us who

belongs to the Wachuku family is humbly proud to be

part of the bunch. Ours is an inspiringly outstanding

family which dates back, in known history, four hundred

and eighty years. This means that presently, the Wachuku

family of the area that is today known as Nigeria, is

in its twelfth generation because biblically, a generation

is forty years.  



Indeed, over the years, my love for the South African

people and all of humanity has continued to grow

in unfathomable dimensions:



Then, when on 11 February, 1990, six years before

my distinguished uncle, Jaja Anucha Wachuku, went

the way of all mankind, Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela

walked out of Victor Vester prison, a free and

healthy man, unconditionally, I held my breath

with tears and hopeful unbelief. In the deepest

corners of my soul and being, I knew that Albert

John Lutuli's visionary South Africa was here: 



Accepting the 1960 Nobel Peace Prize in Oslo, Norway

on 11 December, 1961, Lutuli said:



"Our vision has always

been that of a non-racial,

democratic South Africa

which upholds the rights

of all who live in our

country to remain there

as full citizens with

equal rights and

responsibilities with

others. For the consumation

of this ideal, we have

laboured unflinchingly;

we shall continue to

labour unflinchingly."



Today, as I write Spirit of the Deep - in celebration

of Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela and all the beautiful and

humanely brave people of South Africa - these "rainbow

people of God", I feel so fulfilled; knowing that an

enigmatic reality inside of me has finally found creative

expression and explanation within the inspirational depths

of my being and unfolding earthly journey.



Accordingly, afterwards, concerning the South African

experience, I was calmly moved by the following words

from John Pilger in his paradoxical British Broadcasting

Corporation (BBC) aired documentary film entitled:  

"Apartheid did not die:"    



"Coming back to South Africa,

I have been suprised to discover

a generosity of spirit that

survived the atrocities of

apartheid. It is a humanism

expressed in the distinctly

African notion that people are

people through other people.

This sense of community and

sharing is not without the

usual frailties. But the

evidence of its resilence

is everywhere in this country.

And this film has been a tribute

to that vibrant quality.

But tributes are not enough!


It was the ordinary people

of South Africa who set the

pace of change. It was their

humanity and their courage

that triumphed here;

proving that fundamental

change is possible. It

will be a tragedy for all

of us if their continuing

struggle goes unrewarded;

for its inspiration and

lessons are universal."    



From the enchanting, peaceful gardens and green country-

sides of poetic Geneva through the humbling confluence of

inspiring rivers Niger and Benue to the welcoming and

bravely kind Kraals of South Africa through to the ends

of our breath-takingly beautiful blue earth unbound, let

us acknowledge and uphold our love and cherishment for

one another. We must move with God's loving spirit in us.

Humanity must be willing enough to learn from the healing

South African experience or else, we are lost forever!  



Indeed, may God Almighty gracefully grant us the mustard

seed faith to find our spirit of the healing deep in South

Africa's inspiring and powerful yearning for peace, harmony

and fulfilment founded on love, oneness and respect for the

divine worth and dignity of all humankind. These are the

subtle, soul stirring words I leave with you this day and




Ugonna Wachuku
Geneva, Switzerland 

Sunday 3 March 2002  



Spirit of the Deep or The Great Place 

~ Critiques/Comments ~   



Marcia Ellen "Happy" Beevre  


I don't know much about God, Ugonna.  But surely if there is such a being, it's spirit has touched your heart, mind, body, and soul, and the hearts of your people!   





Amy Riberdy   







Teresa Jacobs  


I often wonder why the world is so full of hate. We treat those who look different from ourselves with aversion. I believe that ultimately we are all brothers and sisters. My wish for the world is peace. Maybe someday we will find a cure for all of the injustices that have been placed upon those who look different and the ignorance that once was prevalent will cease to exist and all of god's children will live in peace. Your words have touched me deeply. Thank you so much for sharing them with me. You are truly a good person and someday the good will triumph over the evil.


Peace and Love  




Serene Moment


AWESOME!  I was mesmerized right from the start!  As it slowly unfolds, I feel that I was right there at the scene.  This piece speaks volumes of the messages of love, hope, courage, longing and aspiration for freedom.  You have spoken the voice of your people.  I was truly spellbound!    



Angela Albee


I scanned what you wrote...not enough time right now to full read it, but what i did read was very interesting. I like the quotes incorporated into the text. I will look foward to reading it in it's entirety. thanks.  



Joleen Skerkowski


Ugonna~ I too was trying to do a quick scan through...but  I was indeed caught in your spirit in this writing..I had to continue.....there is hope in this world...spirit of community...and peace......your display is an ultimate work of the Spirit........through and through..I feel as though I am there....Thank you for sharing this ....and many blessings to you......joleen   



Mona Omar  


dear ugonna i hope the coming new year bring all your wishes true of peace and love for all humanity :) god bless you   



Milton Manyaas   


Ugonna,  This speaks volumes of the spirit of humanity: the mesages of love, peace, justice for all and universal brotherhood.It is our sincere hope that the mankind would recognize these ideals in its endevour to improve our global village.  





Mary Charest  


Hi Ugonna, Once again I am thrilled to hear from you and to be counted among your many friends.  This piece is very moving, yet bittersweet.  Bittersweet because it reminds me of the one-dimensional thinking that causes all the pain that these beautiful people must recover from.  If everyone could see the world from your viewpoint, it would be an ideal world.  "Let your tears from yesterday find love and peace..."  As always, from you, perfection.


Love and peace,




Linda M. Medeiros   


Ugonna, Bless you for sharing these thoughts of South Africa and the hardships that have occurred throughout her history. Your kind, caring, loving words have been well recieved and so shall they be to all who read. Our precious gift of life should not be entwined with hatred and war, but with love. Our human lifespan is much too short to continue living in the past. Time to drop all negative ideologies and pray to our Lord for guidance through the right path. I see He has started with you and amongst others, now we must spread this love so it does not vanquish into total darkness. Thank you for sharing.


Love and peace. Linda   



Misty Lackey  


Thanks for sharing the beauty.    



Donna Allard


Well Ugonna,


What can I say ...we are all eagles soring above our countries..with hope and a tear that all will regain a peacefull inheritence. Many share your view(s) but few decide to write. Cheers to you for sharing your voice.  I'm expecting a 'signed' copy my friend  This May our university (U of Moncton) is giving a Literary Conference of which my part is to be responsible for bringing in poets and authors who are associated with the Atlantic. Ie: Atlantic Canada, Iceland, France, Greenland, Norway etc.. maybe one day I can bring you to Canada.  Can you send me a jpg photo and a short bio & biblo so I can add you to my Bookstore, and other sites. Thank you in advance.  Cheers! Keep Safe! Keep Peace! Keep Informed!


Donna Allard Allard Creative Communications

Canadian Poetry Association Membership Coordinator   



Helen Schmidt  


Ugonna,  It was with humility and respect that I read your marvelous work, "Spirit of The Deep."  My wish is that you and your fellow country men and women accomplish that which you have begun . . . bringing freedom, equality, and tolerance to all people of Africa.  What a wonderful man your uncle was! How proud of him you must be.  Thank you so much for inviting me to read this wonderful book.  Best regards, Helen  



Myra Lochner  


Dear Ugonna,  


On reading SPIRIT OF THE DEEP, it became clear to me that no other person could have written such an eminent tribute. As a Christian, a son of Africa, and traveller of our times, you understand the heartbeat of the South African nation as a whole, yearning for peace and righteousness.  I am a white South African and I can honestly say that I was brought up by a Christian mother, who demonstrated love for all peoples of South Africa. The law of love is written on the heart...  I should like to know about the symbolic background of the eleven eagles. Is that a reference to the South African languages? Are you the 12th eagle, representative of the rest of the world? Also, what is the meaning of the spear tilling the farmlands?  Ugonna, may the peace and truth of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you where-ever you go.


Sincere regards,  

Myra Lochner   



Michelle Obakeng  


Hi Ugonna,  


I read through your book: "The Great Place." Thanks for posting the Prologue here. Though Frederik de Klerk may be a controversial figure, it is wisdom to have maintained his position in power with Mandela. Perhaps, that was the only way for the people of South Africa to have avoided social unrest. A bit like Abe Lincoln who unwillingly freed the slaves. God used De Klerk for good purposes.  


In fact, your book is a tribute to peace and peacemakers of which Nelson Mandela is a leading figure, and your Uncle: Jaja Anucha Wachuku whose name is not included in the history books.  Yes, the people of South Africa deserve to be called "Sons of God", a title that would fit every nation that has been oppressed under heaven.  Your work is proof that one can still fight under God's banner for justice -- What God demands: "Let justice roll in the land". And as you said it: "We must move with God's loving spirit in us..."  Will this publication contain illustrations?  Thanks for including me in your panel. May your work continue to touch hearts.  






Mark Le Roux


Real musical quality. Can well imagine it with drums and dancers.  Would work well in a theatrical context and on the silver screen.  Passionate. Has well researched South African setting.  Imaginative! Original!  





Farah Didi




You have really excelled yourself here, 

in "SPIRIT OF THE DEEP." The spirituality, 

the oneness of humankind, the shared 

human values you bring out in the book 

through the story of South Africa has no 



It is true that "Nkosi Sikelele Africa" is 

more than just the National Anthem of a country. 

It embodies the suffering of the natives of South 

Africa in the apartheid era. And your story and 

poem brings out the heart of their suffering. 


Interestingly, I was blessed in meeting Nelson 

Mandela when he came to visit Wales a few years 

ago! I shall never forget that day!  


Thank you, Ugonna, for this wonderful visit to 

South Africa! 




2002-03-04 09:55:55


Adele Smith


I never thought of South Africa 

in the contents you wrote this 

interesting book. 


Although I live in South Africa, 

I have never felt like a South African. 

I feel like an outsider in an ever  

changing world. 


Keep up with your writings! 



2002-03-21 05:09:59


Douglas Lazard

"Jesus loves the little children...(ALL)... the children in the world!"  The day is coming soon my friend, when we shall walk in that blessed light as the children of God!  The Pain and shame that we fill now for the way the human race has treated it's brothers, will be washed away forever and replaced by everlasting love,joy and beauty! Rejoice my brother!!!  For the signs are all around us and that day draws nigh! 

Peace and love ~~~~ Dougie ~~~  

2002-04-26 08:51:56  


A Fallen Soldier


Richard Haesche

A soldier has fallen, his young life spent,

where but moments before he sat in his tent.

What were his thoughts as he stared at the floor?

Whose letter unfinished...interrupted by war?

What were his feelings, his nature, his fears?

Did he feel any pain or shed any tears?

Whose love did he leave?  His mother?  His wife?

A beautiful girlfriend who'll mourn for his life?

His body is lifeless. His spirit has fled.

From the wound in his side flows a river of red.

He fell not in glory, but neither in shame,

An American boy to whom war has laid claim.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Dedicated to all the young soldiers who have died for their country and all that their country stands for...

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Soulful Plea

Ugonna Wachuku 


Act One


Enter the World Wide

Web Cryer with a
pleading, soulful voice.




"In the beginning was the word,
and the word was with God,
and the word was God."


~John 1:1-2


Part I


Disarmament! Disarmament! 

HIV-AIDS Healthcare for all 

afflicted! Healthcare for all!

Humankind, humble yourself:  

Let us, as one people, build a
world free of destructive arms
and weapons of fear, violence
and terror! 

This new day:


I am the voice of a soul crying
in the World Wide Web. 
Make peaceful our conflict and
war torn world. Healthcare 

for all. 

Create love in hearts and souls 
filled with racism. Build new homes 

of humanhood and oneness

in every human soul.


Stand. Be bold and uphold the
light of love. Let your love
uplift and care for our fleeing
refugees and asylum seekers.
Let our humaneness bloom for
our beautiful earth's refugees
and devastated asylum seekers!
This world is theirs too.
This new day, please, build
homes of love, humanhood
and soulful care.


Light living lamps of love
on dying landscapes and villages
of yesterday and today.


Gather the children and tell
them stories of our humaneness
and dependence on one another.
Let them see the beauty of life
and hope in earth's enchanting
embrace of love with refreshing
dews from heaven.


Let the "poor" of the earth teach
us the humility in loving,
upholding and appreciating one
another the way we are.


Let these "poor" of the earth lead
us to earth's hidden treasures and
life sustaining waterfalls where we
will deeply learn the urgent need
of preserving our tearfully dying
environment globally.


Now, so many are dying in pain and
anguish from HIV-AIDS; from the stigma
of human neglect and selfishness:
Please do not cast them away. Let
us love. Let us fight; and together
as one people, conquer this rampaging
destroyer of the humankind that we are.
Grow not weary. Let us conquer for
humankind; for our progenies because
we can. Let us cherish our Creator's
living words with hope and faith. 

HIV-AIDS Healthcare for all 

humankind afflicted. 


Enfold every earth inhabitant and this
God given beautiful blue planet with
refreshing fountains and streams of
human rights unchained. Clothe this
human rights upliftment with striking
sky white clouds of peace and love
unbound in our humanity. 


Part II


Slay this spirit of hypocrisy and 

injustice on the awaiting altar of
love, peace and beautiful oneness
right across our pleading

precious planet panting.


Smell the sweet scent of earth's
dewy morning and welcoming evening
on golden green grass, shores and
landscapes of home and peace.


Plant the humane spirit of His truthful
"Sermon on the Mount" in every heart
across the world. Let each new day
bring us into this life-giving well
of Matthew 5-7!
Make us whole! Make us loving!
Gracefully make us peaceful!
Create us anew, each new day in
your unfailing love so truly  



This new day, come: Let us plant
our dying earth anew. This welcoming,
new morning, come, humanity, come:
Take a walk with me on this fertile
road to love and peace soulfully
clothed in skins of human rights
upliftment and awareness.


This refreshing, new morning, I
stand at your door, knocking, waiting,
waiting! Won't you, please, come with
me for this humble embrace of love,
peace and respect for the worth and
dignity of each humankind, our fellow
earthly animals, plants and diverse


I humbly stand at the door of your
being, pleading; waiting, waiting!
Please, kindly answer yes to my
soulful plea!


Remember, I am the voice of a soul
crying out there in the World Wide
Web. Please, humankind, light living
lamps of love on dying homesteads of
yesterday and today!


Part III


This new day, come: Let us plant
our dying earth anew. This hopeful
new morning, come, humanity, come:
Take a walk with me on this fertile
road to love and peace soulfully
clothed in skins of human rights
upliftment and cherishment!


This new day, I am still the caring
voice of a soul crying out there in
the whole World Wide Web:


Disarmament! Disarmament! 

HIV-AIDS Healthcare for all 

humankind afflicted. 

Make loving and peaceful our conflict
torn beautiful blue planet of ennobling
enchanting emerald, so richly bestowed
with our awe striking Creator's
unfailing unfathomable love!


Act two


Exit the World Wide Web 

Cryer, still, with his
pleading, soulful voice
echoing to the hearing
of all humankind and our
beautiful blue planet.
This is the soaring and
refreshingly visionary
way of the eagle that is
this pleading and soulful
World Wide Web Cryer.
Listen to him, beloved
humankind and earth!




"But they that wait upon
the Lord shall renew their
strength; they shall mount up
with wings as eagles; they shall
run and not be weary; and they
shall walk, and not faint."
~Isaiah 40:31

"Let us not be weary in doing good:
for in due season we shall reap if
we faint not."
~Galatians 6:9


Humankind, my soulful,
loving plea persists:

Remember, I am still that
soulful voice crying in
the World Wide Web...


Soulful Plea: 

~ Critiques/Comments ~

Teresa Jacobs 

Your thoughts are so well represented in this peace of writing. The
passion and sorrow of the earth is felt whole heartedly as it's
destruction becomes evident in the depletion of the ozone layer and
the fires that ravage the landscape and the savage cries of the
earthquake that destroys all that lies within it's reach. The earth
cries out to mankind to cease it's destruction of the environment and
learn to live in harmony with it as God intended for us to do. You
convey your message with much conviction and concern for mankind. I
respect this and throughly enjoyed readig your words. I only hope that
more people will respond positvely to the needs of the earth and the
people that inhabit this planet. Thanks for sharing these inspiring

Corrina Sthreshley 

I loved this poem.  The style in which you did it was so unique, and
it got the point across in a very elaborate way.  i have never seen
someone write a poem in such a way, but it is certainly praiseworthy.
Thanks for putting such a poem online.  the whole world should read
2004-05-21 21:18:12 

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Proceed with caution

serene rivers of silk and butter

I lick my lips

and proceed with caution

I cup my hands and drink the richness

It tastes of milk chocolate;

the water…

is leaking through the tiny crevices

between my fingers…

at once I glance upward

to the cracking twig's echo

somewhere in the distance…

a beast lurks

hungry for my meat

I stand frozen in my tracks

mediating whether or not

I should flee the area

then POW!

ricochets the bullets

then POW! again


deep deep deep

within my frightened body

stealing my breath and life away

less than a second

an inexplicable fear

pulsates throughout me

as I dream the deaths of my unattained prey…

and instantly wake up to the rapid beating of my heart

badump badump badump

my body trembling all over

my mind alarmed and ready…

I put away my rifles that day…

and never went hunting again…

©2001 All rights reserved.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Some people may read this poem and immediately think its about hunting and killing a deer... well it is, but that's beside the point.
It's basically experiencing a tragedy through the victim's perspective.

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One of These Days

I sit in despair,

And wonder why you don’t care.

Why do you ignore me?

How can you not see?

One of these days your gonna love me,

And I know that’s gonna be.

Maybe you’ll regret all the hurt you’ve caused,

Maybe you’ll wished you had have stopped, and paused.

She sat there with her head hanging down,

While they called her names and made her frown.

She stood up and began to yell,

Told them all to go to hell.

She thought, one of these days your gonna love me,

And I’ll just wait for it paitiently.

Even though she cried a bit,

She still had to stand up and fight it.

I remembered when I was treated so unfair,

Then down my face rolled a single tear.

Then began to feel so sad,

Remembering all the pain, it hurt so bad

I sat and thought about my life,

Then I went and pulled a knife.

I went and held it to my wrist,

Then I realized I must resist.

Because one of these days before you love me,

I’ve gotta turn and learn to love me.

Even with a single candle light,

You and me will see I’m worth it.

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