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bdumalili:

BEYOND HORIZONS

Only my color, if you choose to see,
To value my honor, you'd be unable.
If you'd do only things you like,
What I and others need, you'd never know.

If you perform according to your wish,
To prevailing norms, you'd fail to conform.
If with norms you conform,
from the ax of the law you?re set free.

Beyond my color, if you could only see
the valor, the dignity, and integrity
by birthright others and I
inherently posses, these, you'd surely see.

Beyond my culture, if you could only see
The grandeur in God's creation,
The beauty in diversity, and greatness of His touch
you'd surely grasp and realize.

Beyond my height, if you could only see
The brilliant insights
That could transform you and me,
Then height wouldn't matter as walls.

Beyond my hairstyle, if you could only see
A sparkling soul with so much to share,
Inner voice' messages in melodious whispers
You need to reach Universe' higher realm.

Beyond my physique, if you could only see
The key it holds, you need to fathom
Not only me but the whole of humanity
In this turbulent and modern century.

Beyond my personhood, if you could only see
The image and likeness of the Divine
My and others' being are created,
Only then you'd learn to appreciate
The truth unspoken "Beyond Horizons."

bdumalili: Artists? Creation, the Language of Truth

Art, as the language of beauty
Conveys multifarious message
Of creation with elegance
From budding artists of today.

In the admin building ground floor
On an elevated portion
From east to west, from north to south
Colourful works of art displayed.

From budding artists? creation
Elegant workmanship evolved
Showcasing the brilliance of minds
This young breed of students posses.

From their mentor cascades lava
Of genuine creativity
Manifested in these products
Concerted efforts of them all.

From mentor to students did flow
The river of rich artistry
That created all these products
With artistic shades of beauty.

Beauty, the essence of being
To onlookers sparks sense of awe
Making them core, feel to their bones
For art and beauty speak of truth.

bdumalili: Cactus

Beth P. Seligbon

Looking pail like a fragile child
Standing in an unlighted room
Seems to yearn for warm human touch
But I can't for spikes surround leaf.

Standing in awe like a statue
Threads of thoughts cascade through my mind
While others form poetic lines
Through which I say, how nice it looks.

Life, like the cactus when deprived
Of energy from the Master
Certainly gets weak and weary
When void of Anointing Power.

Seeing through as an eagle's eye
The leaves, the spikes, and the dry soil
Cracks in the soil look evident
As the vast waterless farmland.

Growing Cactus like tall, green trees
To greater heights towards the sun
Bear flowers where perfumes are made
Help men on earth their living earn.

bdumalili: Looking On

Beth P. Seligbon

Across the firmament,
dark heavy clouds roll by
like a long rushing train
along its winding rail.

On the horizon spread
curly light fleecy clouds
like balls of cotton buds
icing the mountain top.

Below two kissing rocks,
flows an icy river
whose pebbles, stones and rocks
with dark green moss cover.

Beside the mountain stands
an edifice of fame,
statue of a leader
whose reign spawned revolt.

Beneath the trees abound
tall medicinal plants
whose decoction when drunk
kidney stone can eject.