The Safari

The golden dust, the scent of coming rain, The rising sun on the vast and open plain. A canvas painted in ochre, green, and gold, A story ancient, and so bravely told. The engine hums, a low and patient sound, As the jeep goes searching for hallowed ground. A silhouette of giraffes, tall and serene, A living image on a wild and endless scene The mighty lions, a sun-soaked tawny pride, Hidden in the grasses where their instincts guide. A leopard's shadow, elusive and so rare, Sliding through the thicket with a quiet, watchful stare. The trumpeting echo of the elephant's call, As families wander, moving free and tall. A wildebeest stampede, a blur of motion swift, A thundering promise, a primal, moving gift. And when the twilight paints the sky anew, With fiery hues of crimson and deep blue, The campfire crackles, a low and steady glow, With jackals barking in the dark, and stars that grow. The stillness settles, vast, deep and wide, The wildness stirring, with nowhere left to hi...

Close Relationships

Relationship are tough of that I know

Marriage more so I tender

I’m not a guru in this for sure

Failed at mine of course, can’t hide it though sore

Lessons I learned, some I can proffer


Goodwill stacks will help

Gentle words and initiatives paramount

Turbulent times expect

Dual commitment the way 

Harsh words are cruel 

Cordial arguments feasible, even in the worst of times


Personal attacks denounce 

Demonize actions and issues often, not the soul

Timeouts entreat, when hostilities at peak

Open mind of benefit 

Contempt and accusations anathema 

Blame games are lame, oh what evil pleasure it leaves 


Mutual respect why not 

Genuine compliments soften

Benefit of doubt not seldom 

Love dearly I beseech 

For all relationships are demanding 

Most will not last 

Few are forever 

Chart your own course indeed 


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