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            <title><![CDATA[I should have told my father I loved him]]></title>
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            <dc:creator><![CDATA[Abdul-Quddus Ndubiwa]]></dc:creator>
            <pubDate>Sat, 04 Jan 2025 20:48:14 GMT</pubDate>
            <atom:updated>2025-01-04T20:53:10.735Z</atom:updated>
            <content:encoded><![CDATA[<figure><img alt="" src="https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/1024/0*tL9RfwS5SDzFKkeP" /><figcaption>Photo by <a href="https://unsplash.com/@timmossholder?utm_source=medium&amp;utm_medium=referral">Tim Mossholder</a> on <a href="https://unsplash.com?utm_source=medium&amp;utm_medium=referral">Unsplash</a></figcaption></figure><p><em>I should have told my father I loved him</em></p><p><em>When time was on our side</em></p><p><em>But I took time for granted</em></p><p><em>Now, all I have is regret.</em></p><p><em>I should have told my father I loved him</em></p><p><em>When the words would have soothed him</em></p><p><em>But anger and bitterness had taken over my heart</em></p><p><em>I couldn’t comprehend what he had to go through.</em></p><p><em>I wish I knew then what I know now</em></p><p><em>I would have empathized</em></p><p><em>I would have compromised</em></p><p><em>I would have seen the pain in his eyes.</em></p><p><em>I wish time could grant me one wish</em></p><p><em>A way to do things over</em></p><p><em>To see him again</em></p><p><em>To put my arm around his shoulder.</em></p><p><em>Instead, all I have are words unsaid</em></p><p><em>Moments unlived</em></p><p><em>Emotions unshared</em></p><p><em>I should have told my father I loved him.</em></p><img src="https://medium.com/_/stat?event=post.clientViewed&referrerSource=full_rss&postId=f8117eda3252" width="1" height="1" alt="">]]></content:encoded>
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            <title><![CDATA[Burden Boulevard]]></title>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 07 Aug 2023 20:21:58 GMT</pubDate>
            <atom:updated>2023-08-07T20:21:58.898Z</atom:updated>
            <content:encoded><![CDATA[<figure><img alt="" src="https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/1024/1*1M66qJrQ-CUgbdURJEqrZg.jpeg" /><figcaption>Photo by <a href="https://unsplash.com/@daniele71043">Daniele Colucci</a> on <a href="https://unsplash.com/?utm_source=medium&amp;utm_medium=referral">Unsplash</a></figcaption></figure><p><em>Love broke up with Happiness</em></p><p><em>Darkness stepped in</em></p><p><em>Then Light turned to emptiness.</em></p><p><em>Hope had an appointment with Future</em></p><p><em>But met Disappointment on the way</em></p><p><em>And made a U-turn.</em></p><p><em>Truth became friends with Trust</em></p><p><em>Before Lust crept in</em></p><p><em>And it turned to dust.</em></p><p><em>Faith met Lost on the highway</em></p><p><em>And told him “Get into the back, we’re going my way.”</em></p><p><em>But Hate pushed them off the road</em></p><p><em>Faith passed away</em></p><p><em>Now Lost is all alone.</em></p><p><em>Patience waits by the phone</em></p><p><em>For Good News to call</em></p><p><em>While Young grows old</em></p><p><em>And Warm turns cold.</em></p><p><em>Happy tries to calm Sad down</em></p><p><em>But Sad’s heart is already six feet underground.</em></p><p><em>Time doesn’t wait</em></p><p><em>So Night falls hard</em></p><p><em>Welcome to burden boulevard.</em></p><h4>Join <a href="https://open.substack.com/pub/augmentedman/p/top-publishing-houses-for-poetry-success-guide?r=z825o&amp;utm_campaign=post&amp;utm_medium=web">The Power of Poetry.</a> 💚 <a href="https://open.substack.com/pub/augmentedman/p/poetry-is-a-game-of-loser-take-all?r=z825o&amp;utm_campaign=post&amp;utm_medium=web">Poetry Playground</a> // <a href="https://open.substack.com/pub/augmentedman/p/your-poetry-guide-how-to-start-beginners-power?r=z825o&amp;utm_campaign=post&amp;utm_medium=web">Poet’s Guide</a></h4><p><a href="https://medium.com/the-power-of-poetry/the-power-of-poetry-3d8dfd2beecc">The Power of Poetry</a></p><img src="https://medium.com/_/stat?event=post.clientViewed&referrerSource=full_rss&postId=7bffaf382e16" width="1" height="1" alt="">]]></content:encoded>
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            <title><![CDATA[My Dear Child]]></title>
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            <dc:creator><![CDATA[Abdul-Quddus Ndubiwa]]></dc:creator>
            <pubDate>Sat, 22 Jul 2023 18:45:31 GMT</pubDate>
            <atom:updated>2023-07-22T21:37:11.590Z</atom:updated>
            <content:encoded><![CDATA[<figure><img alt="" src="https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/1024/1*-0ymhHPZjsfpBbfq3zJ4wg.jpeg" /><figcaption>Image by <a href="https://unsplash.com/photos/WnsQxkepmiY">Mohamed Awwam</a> from <a href="https://unsplash.com/">Unsplash</a></figcaption></figure><p>My dear child</p><p>I love you more than words can say</p><p>You are beautiful to me in each and every way.</p><p>The lovely brown skin that you wear so proud</p><p>Covers your body with perfection that screams so loud.</p><p>The warmth of your smile calms my soul</p><p>You are my diamond, my precious gold.</p><p>With your thick black hair and big brown eyes</p><p>You are special, a God-given prize.</p><p>From the day you were born, you made my heart sing</p><p>My beautiful African girl, what joy you bring.</p><p>Never forget, you are a Queen. So wear your crown</p><p>You are a light in this world, don’t let darkness bring you down.</p><p>☕️ If you feel my work is worth an appreciation, you can <a href="https://www.buymeacoffee.com/abdulquddus">buy me a coffee</a>!</p><h4>Join <a href="https://open.substack.com/pub/augmentedman/p/top-publishing-houses-for-poetry-success-guide?r=z825o&amp;utm_campaign=post&amp;utm_medium=web">The Power of Poetry.</a> 💚 <a href="https://open.substack.com/pub/augmentedman/p/fire-walk-with-me-poem-twin-peaks-mysterious?r=z825o&amp;utm_campaign=post&amp;utm_medium=web">Fire Walk </a>//<a href="https://open.substack.com/pub/augmentedman/p/turning-poems-into-song-one-click-ai-tool-music?r=z825o&amp;utm_campaign=post&amp;utm_medium=web"> a click — poetry into music</a></h4><p><a href="https://medium.com/the-power-of-poetry/the-power-of-poetry-3d8dfd2beecc">The Power of Poetry</a></p><img src="https://medium.com/_/stat?event=post.clientViewed&referrerSource=full_rss&postId=46b5969dc11" width="1" height="1" alt="">]]></content:encoded>
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            <title><![CDATA[The Traveller]]></title>
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            <dc:creator><![CDATA[Abdul-Quddus Ndubiwa]]></dc:creator>
            <pubDate>Tue, 11 Jul 2023 18:17:20 GMT</pubDate>
            <atom:updated>2023-07-22T21:39:38.250Z</atom:updated>
            <content:encoded><![CDATA[<figure><img alt="" src="https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/1024/1*C5Nu1khWShQaVGx2oSQ9Iw.jpeg" /><figcaption>Image by <a href="https://unsplash.com/photos/gVDUuJaG_wM">NEOM</a> from <a href="https://unsplash.com/">Unsplash</a></figcaption></figure><p><em>This world is not mine</em></p><p><em>I am only passing through</em></p><p><em>The corridors and streets seem unfamiliar</em></p><p><em>This is a life I don’t belong to</em></p><p><em>At sunrise, I long for the night</em></p><p><em>And in the darkness, I yearn for the day</em></p><p><em>I contemplate my every step</em></p><p><em>Because time won’t let me have another say</em></p><p><em>I leave a mark on every surface I touch</em></p><p><em>Because the future won’t allow me to return</em></p><p><em>One day my memory will fade in the wind</em></p><p><em>One day my fire will cease to burn</em></p><p><em>One day I will regret the things I never did</em></p><p><em>And all the words I never spoke</em></p><p><em>Until then I’m just a traveler</em></p><p><em>Accompanied by fear and hope</em></p><p>☕️ If you feel my work is worth an appreciation, you can <a href="https://www.buymeacoffee.com/abdulquddus">buy me a coffee</a>!</p><img src="https://medium.com/_/stat?event=post.clientViewed&referrerSource=full_rss&postId=353fe49c8437" width="1" height="1" alt="">]]></content:encoded>
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