Music Video: MC Hammer - Gaining Momentum

GAINING MOMENTUM
Hammer

Poem: From here to there

Take my kiss from here to there,
Take it to her
in your transparent arms with care.
Lift it high to the stars and let it soar.
Across the shimmering waves
to my island home’s shore.
Over angular rooftops
and street lamps, bright.
Through a bedroom window
towards a waning light.
Upon her thirsting lips, let it rest.
To comfort and caress as eggs in a seagull’s nest
by their mother’s breast.
Let her know that I miss her,
let her feel me near.
Take my kiss from here to there.

By Sean Ruize Munnings
The Raga-Lover

Copyright © 2006 Sean R. Munnings, all rights reserved.

Hosted Toastmaster Club 6796 Humorous Speech and Evaluation Competition

I received a desperate call from a friend to be the Contest Master for Toastmaster Club 6796 Humorous Speech and Evaluation Competition. I did not receive the instructions until last night and I had never taken a role of this magnitude before. I was also informed before the meeting that I had numerous responsibilities that were not on the original instruction sheet. Intimidated, frustrated and overwhelmed I took over the podium and commanded the crowd. It was one of my shining moments, my jokes were a little stale but the crowd was very entertained. I spent $12 on the raffle (our secret), lost two of my tickets and still won the raffle. It was a clock and I was definitely in need of one. Hopefully I can return to my retirement as a non active Toastmaster. Less work!!!

Saw the movie - "Invincible"

A friend called my office at 4PM wanting to watch "Pulse" for 6:20PM and I agreed (because Christina Milian was in the film - she's hot) to go. Later at 6:10PM another friend called me at work from the theater saying that he and his wife were waiting on me as well and wanted to watch a different movie (the wife factor). They chose the movie "Invincible". The movie was inspiring. It was based on a real live story and Mark Wahlberg was teriffic. I really enjoyed the film and was disappointed when it ended on such a high note. A brief clip from the movie is included below.

Date in the rain

Today I had a lunch date planned with a young lady I met dancing on Friday and I had to brave the rains of Tropical Storm Ernesto to get to the restaurant downtown on time. I almost threatened to cancel thrice by phone but this woman was worth getting soaked. My lovely date was fun, interesting and smart. I knew the waitress who served us and because we disliked the food, I didn't have to pay. My date was not only stunning but a good luck charm . I will definitely be asking her out again.

The Measuring Stick

You are the measuring stick,
the rod of want’s perfection.
Like the needle in a compass pointing northward,
you are my constant direction.
Once I sipped your spell binding elixir,
it was blasphemous to settle for less.
Many women have talents, manners and personality
but you are the “total package”; the best!
A brilliant buoy setting the water limit,
never floating aimlessly with the tide.
I dared to move on to other shores when we first met
but in my subconscious you abide.
Compromises winds of change
and withering fruits of morality
grant temporal waves of delight.
All others pale like twinkling stars
in comparison to you,
a full moon glowing bright.
I hoped that someday the Almighty would bless me
with someone virtuous and true.
Beloved, you are the measuring stick,
all other women fail to compare to you.














By Sean Ruize Edmundo Munnings
The Raga~Lover

Copyright © 2006 Sean R. Munnings, all rights reserved.

Honor his memory

Don’t let him live “like that”,
set him free!
Don’t let him rot away before your eyes,
honor his memory!
Release him from this comatose prison;
unlock the door to his vegetative cell.
The man you once knew has ascended above;
all that remains is a humble shell.
A reliant body surrounded by machines
with no chance of revitalization.
A brain that fails to function
and limbs that feel no sensation.
You love him dearly
that is why you don’t want to let him fade away.
But because you want to do what’s best for him
you should not force him to stay.
Don’t keep him tied to these tubes
until his bodily functions cease.
Keep him dear to your heart, honor his memory
and grant him eternal peace.














By Sean Ruize Munnings
The Raga-Lover

Copyright © 2006 Sean R. Munnings, all rights reserved.

Natalie's tropical party in Fort Myers, Florida

My best friend's (from high school) girlfriend had a Hawaiian Party to celebrate her scholastic graduation. Her parents made 18 authentic Hawaiian dishes, appetizers and desserts for our enjoyment. I got a chance to network and meet her co-workers and best friends. My brother and his family drove up to Fort Myers from Tampa to attend and I got to see my cute niece. The deejay from Trinidad played a lot of reggae, soca and Bahamian music. I sold some of my poetry books at the party. It was a great relaxing time.

Flying back from Fort Myers & Fighting Sleep - 27Aug06

Wow! Getting up 5AM to catch a connecting flight to Miami after sleeping for two hours. I still made it in time to visit a friend's house and attend church. Wow!

Clubbing on a Friday night - 25Aug06

A friend called on Thursday for me to be her dance partner on Friday night. With her boyfriend's blessing I was game. We hooked up at the soft opening for the new night club "Da Balcony" around 11PM. Remarkably I only danced with my friend for a half a song. I met a lot of Toastmasters there at the club and danced with the same four women most of the night (man shortage).

Afterwards the ladies followed me to "The Bamboo" for more dancing (this time to techno beats ) with a thick crowd. I dropped the ladies to their vehicles near the first club, watched "SawII" on DVD and took an hour sleep before heading for my flight to Fort Myers, FL via Miami.

PS: I left my camera in the car on purpose but I would have loved to have one picture of my sexy dance partners.

A cut above the rest - West Bay Barber Shop - 25Aug06

My barber's name is Sean, exactly like mine. I just let him cut my rug with no discussion everytime. I had to get a fresh one for my long weekend of dancing at the Bamboo and Da Balcony followed by flying to Fort Myers via Miami.

Poem: A man is not supposed to cry

A man is not supposed to cry,
but this “pain” is too strong for my pride to hide.
No matter how I hard I try, I
can’t keep these feelings locked inside.
Losing such a perfect treasure
would make any grown man overflow
with tears until his banks ran dry.
Your decision to leave me was my greatest fear,
I just want to roll over and die.
Why didn’t I tell her no,
why did I choose to stay,
Why did I allow my clothes to fall
and disrespect you that way.
Why did I constantly spout a shower of lies?
Evoke a river to flow from your once trusting eyes.
Now, in your face I see no mercy,
no forgiveness, and no answered prayer.
Only anger and resentment
for wasting so many of your heartfelt years.
Why did I allow my libido
to tell my hands where to go?
Why wasn’t I strong enough,
mature enough to tell her no?
Like the mellow clouds in the midst of storm,
I can’t hide the tears.
A man is not supposed to cry,
but today I don’t care.

By Sean R. E. Munnings
The Raga~Lover

Copyright © 2006 Sean R. Munnings, all rights reserved.

Poem: The Earth Stood Still

The gray clouds parted
to reveal a hue of blue.
The earth stood still
when I saw you.
The sun stroked my face;
you looked at me.
My courage faded into the shadows,
awestruck by your beauty.
Time held us close;
my heart skipped a beat.
Like the wind running through the trees,
the rustling was so sweet.
Pure delight tickled my cheek
and appeased my inner child.
My mind galloped into the horizon,
like a stallion in the wild.
No words spoken,
seconds seemed like days.
Like a pacific vacationer from Greenland
I wished to bask in your solar rays.
I welcomed your presence
like a rose petal greeting the dew.
The earth stood still
when I saw you.

By Sean Ruize Munnings
The Raga~Lover

Copyright © 2006 Sean R. Munnings, all rights reserved.

Seashells Cafe - My Father's Restaurant - Nassau, Bahamas

My dad's restaturant is located on the corner of Mount Royal Avenue and Arundle Street at the site of the old "Mandy's Conch" building. The restaurant was formerly called "Steve's Cafe". The food was enhanced and the store changed its name a year later to "Seashells Cafe". It is known islandwide for quality, good tasting, mouth watering and belly filling Bahamian food.

Express Yourself Photos - 22Aug06

Nelly Furtado - Maneater Live at Top of the Pops UK


THE MUSIC VIDEO:


This will have to do until I can find the video :-)

Poem: Make me gasp....

I have smooched with a few,

but none like you.
No one can make me gasp for breath

the way you do.
Each kiss has been lip service

that I can never forget.
Lover, every time we release

I feel the sunset.
There is always something more to each salivary press

than the time before
At every opportunity I crave for you

to pull at my pink door.
Constant oral push-ups

evoke me to perspire.
My feet begin to waver,

but my tongue refuses to tire.
Wet and refreshing as the morning dew.
I have smooched with a few,

but none like you.

By Sean Ruize Munnings
The Raga-Lover

Copyright © 2006 Sean R. Munnings, all rights reserved.

Poem: Finish Last

Once again, I’m left to rummage
through the ashes of the past.
Witness the fires of another relationship fade
and watch a good man finish last.
This time I invested my heart,
the previous opportunity I pledged my soul.
Yet once again I am forced to surrender my flag
from hope’s battered pole.
I never yielded without a fight;
I suffered scars that time won’t mend.
But when the well of compromise ran dry,
I knew the quest had to end.
So here I lay staring at the dark cracks in the ceiling.
Searching for flickers of light revealing
to grant some emotional healing.
But my fate is jaded
and the grenade like die of her infidelity has been cast.
I’m still reeling from the blast,
a good man destined to finish last.

By Sean R. Munnings
The Raga~Lover

Copyright © 2006 Sean R. Munnings, all rights reserved.

Poem: The Milk

Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free.
I used to do it to women now a woman is doing to me.
She has me escorting her twice a month
to four star restaurants for meals.
Purchasing eighty dollar concert tickets
and funding rims for her wheels.
Paying for her hairdresser every two weeks
and giving her money for the masseuse.
She’s “Jack” of folklore who has climbed the beanstalk
and I’m the golden goose.
When did I suddenly become rich,
when did I become such a fool?
Walking into designer stores,
walking out with her bags of female clothes,
burdened like a mule.
Her lock is not the best
my key has had the pleasure to fit.
Her body has a few “love handles”
and I am not dazzled by her wit.
I was just tired of constantly dating,
I wanted to settle down.
But it isn’t worth living from pay check to paycheck
and borrowing money all over town.
I am getting rid of her this week
after a few more romps in the hay.
I might as well have some milk too
while she’s bartering it away.

By Sean Ruize Munnings
The Raga-Lover

Copyright © 2006 Sean R. Munnings, all rights reserved.

Another Birthday Party - Toastmaster style - 19Aug06

I got to this party close to midnight after dropping a friend home and the Toastmasters of Club 7178 were enjoying the festivities as always. The birthday girl was looking happy and the hostess was taking the dance floor by storm. Rain definitely did not stop this show but I had to leave an hour later in order to wake up for church on time. Yep, in time to learn more about Jesus raising Lazarus from the dead and the affirmation that doing good deeds alone will not get you into heaven.

Party in the Backyard - The Bwoys from London - 19Aug06

These guys really know how to throw a lively party. Much respect to the guys from the UK.

Movie Trailer: Snakes on a plane

I just saw the movie this afternoon. It made me jump a lot and I'm petrified of snakes. I was surprised by the large cast of black American actors on the movie and the amount of jokes. It was truly a really good summer movie. The eletricity in my subdivision kept turning off so this film was a terrific distraction (providing much needed air condition).

India Arie (Feat. Akon) - I Am Not My Hair - Music Video

Great lyrics! Political, controversial, historical, beautiful and heartfelt. India Arie also has a nice laid back album which includes this first single.

Beyonce Knowles - Ring The Alarm - Music Video

The second release from album due in September.

Watched play - Da Market Fire

This was a very funny production. The writer is below:

Poem: When your levy breaks

When your levy breaks
and all of your worldly possessions are at stake.
Call on me to comfort you
and ease your throbbing heartache.
When you can’t depend on government or family members
to lend a helping hand.
Call on me to place my spirit
in the hearts of men and women
under my command.
I will never abandon you in the midst of crisis
or give you more than you can bear.
Where compassion exists and love abides
you will always find me near.
Cry your river of tears upon my shoulder,
rest your weary head on my angelic bed.
I will help you through your grief
and allow you to honor the dead.
You are the reflection of me, my temple of worship,
that’s why I empathize with your pain.
I will help you to build again
and replace your frown with a smile
like the sun after the rain.
I won’t hesitate to provide relief from stress
and ease your heartache.
Don’t worry about today’s tomorrow;
call on me when your levy breaks.

By Sean R. E. Munnings
The Raga-Lover

Copyright © 2006 Sean R. Munnings, all rights reserved.

Poem: Like Dynamite

My love is like dynamite,
activate my taut wick and watch me explode!
I’m your fairytale amphibian prince,
princess come and kiss this deserving toad.
I breathe out clouds of admiration for you;
I draw buckets of lasting pleasure from your eyes.
You are my taste of heaven; beyond the gates of your mouth
is where my future and tongue’s carpet lies.
Tease me, please me, massage me and caress me
from sensuous sole to charming crown.
Grant me a tour of your museum’s precious antiquities
and compel me to go leisurely downtown.
Rain your perspiration like your wet kisses on me
as we dance a tango of bliss;
Twirling, gliding, swaying, hearts pulsating
to ecstasy’s musical fusion of desire and happiness.
My firm fuse is ready, my canister is primed
and my essence is prepared to blow.
My love is like dynamite; light me up my beauty
and marvel at the explosive show!

By Sean R. Munnings
The Raga-Lover

Copyright © 2006 Sean R. Munnings, all rights reserved.

House Project - Site inspection by structual engineer

I met today with my contractors (Rockmasters Construction) and structural engineer representatives (CSB Consultants) at the construction site for my home. The project was in limbo for three months and is expected to be completed before the year 2010 :-)

Deejay Flashback 2005 - TM Quarterly Social

Vacation Flashback 2005 - Trip to the United Nations in New York

Karaoke at The Skybox - 15Aug06 - Nassau, Bahamas

After "Express Yourself" I went with a friend to check out some karaoke action.
I met a few friends (the twins) and checked out the scene.
The people at this karaoke bar were really drunk because the singing was awful :-)

Express Yourself Photos - 15Aug06

Poem: Bolt and Washer

I went on the internet this weekend
to meet Bahamians on the HI-5 website,
maybe meet a dating prospect or two.
I was shocked to be propositioned
by the “nut nut”, the “screw screw”
and the “any hole will do”.
Now I am a “bolt and washer” just like most men and women
in our society.
I believe it’s a dangerous type of
sinning when one chooses to engage in
“same gender” bedtime activity.
The truth is, I may have a few closet friends who are XY
frolicking with other XYs.
But like my druggie and number friends I
don’t want to know the how,
where or whys.
If you are an XX who “juices” other XXs,
please don’t entertain my advances and stop wasting my time.
If you are an “any hole will do sister or brother”
to keep that information on the down low
from a straight significant other is a crime.
What disturbs me about being approached on-line
by the “screw screws”
was that I stated that I was straight on my site profile.
Yet I still got these “Broke Back Mountain” messages
that to the homophobic can only be described as vile.
It was an eye opening experience surfing the web,
it exposed me to the changing fabric of our people’s moral
and communal identity.
But if you are a “nut nut”, “screw screw”
or “any hole will do”,
please don’t involve me or any other “bolt and washer”
in your promiscuous activities.

By Sean R. E. Munnings
The Raga-Lover

Copyright © 2006 Sean R. Munnings, all rights reserved.

NPCC - Streams of Living Water - Inspirational thoughts

After being to a party and working for four hours to compile a CD for a friend (I did not go to sleep until 7am) I did not think that I would make it to church for 11am but I did. I was anxious to hear the second part of the implications of the story of the Samaritan woman at the well and her encounter with Jesus Christ (Book of St. John in New Testament) .

The sermon was presented by Matthew Sweeting (I used to play soccer with him in high school at Queens College). His message primarily dealt with people wearing masks and appearing to be perfect when God knows that we are broken and can only work with us as long as we decide to appear broken to him and each other. It was amazing how his message paralleled my earlier morning experience because I was wondering what to wear to church and how it would be perceived. I decided to put on my washed out clothes, tired jeans, flip-flops, dress comfortable, and not be ashamed of how I look or care about what others think. Last week I got several compliments on my matching outfit and Brazilian shirt but I did look good. Today I was tired and wearing no masks. God is good.

Last week I dropped a stranger to town after church and gave him $15 that I had originally intended to give the church but I decided to give $100 (tithes in arrears) at the offertory. What inspired me was that God had prepared my heart to be in a giving mood and the stranger needed someone to provide him with transportation and funds. I am usually very stingy with money and I don't usually give ride to strangers. Once again God used people, even me when I least expect him to aid someone else in his or her daily physical/spiritual walk.

Another Birthday Party - Toastmaster style - 12Aug06

My date decided to duck the after party for the film festival and attend a birthday party in the backyard for one of the Toastmasters of Club 7178, the best Toastmaster Club in The Bahamas of which I am proud to be a shadow member. The party was not as exciting as the dancing at the banquet (might have been the lack of air condition) but having the camaraderie of fellow Toastmasters makes any party great.

Third Annual Bahamas Film Festival Banquet - 12Aug06

I attended the Third Annual Bahamas Film Festival Banquet compliments of Mr. Ricardo Smith (proprietor of Me-Ting Place) with a beautiful date. I got a chance to meet local celebrities and highlight the achievements of Mr. Celi Moss (president of the Bahamas Film Makers Society). The banquet started late but was enjoyed by all in attendance. As usual my favorite part of the evening was the dancing and my date and I broke "a sweat" multiple times.

My brothers celebrate their birthdays this weekend

My two youngest brothers celebrated their birthdays on Saturday and Sunday. I would normally want to have a party but my brothers prefered a more low key celebration.

The Sweethearts Club - Play at Worker's House Aug 10 to Aug 12, 2006

MC Hammer performing in Dance Fever

Wow - The rapper is still too legit to quit!

I had a relationship end this year so I can really relate to this song. Good lyrics.

Nick Lachey - I Can't Hate You Anymore (World Premiere)

Poem: I Want You

I want you,

you can see it in my eyes.
Its as clear as the stars in the evening sky.
You are truly a strong woman

to resist my charms.
When every wink, every twinkle,

says that I want you in my arms.
If you don’t like me, or if I’m not good enough,

then tell me so;
Because as long as you don’t this star gazer

will never let you go.
Don’t tease me with a smile, or stroke me for fun.
Don’t treat me like one of your “boys”

when you know that I want to be your number one.
My lips call to you without making a sound,
Shapely like a crescent moon, radiant and round.
Weakening you with every advance,

making it harder for you to pass me by.
Woman you know that I want you,
you can see it in my eyes.

By Sean Ruize Munnings
The Raga~Lover

Copyright © 2006 Sean R. Munnings, all rights reserved.

Celebrated Co-worker's Birthday at the office 10Aug06

The man requested cash:

Express Yourself Photos - 08Aug06

Due to the numerous amount of activities (Film Festival, Theater Productions, Fox Hill Day Festival etc.) held during the week the crowd at "Express Yourself" was smaller than usual. The deejay and mic were not available so the room was setup in an intimate setting and the audience freely asked poets about their work. The session was guest hosted by Bahamian poet Mr. Eric Rose.

Attended a Toastmaster Club 7178 Meeting - 08Aug06

I have been a member of Toastmaster Club 7178 for about 6 years. Today was the first time I attended a meeting since the club changed venue in 2006 to the Bahamas Cancer Society Building. The weekly meeting at 6pm until 8pm was energetic, insightful and enjoyable as usual. Club 7178 is the number one Toastmaster Club in the Bahamas and has a reputation for excellence and professionalism. The current president is Miss Suncher Johnson and I was honored to take a photo with her.

Sunday Karaoke at Dicky Mo's - Bahamas

Sunday evening began with an emergency call at 7:30pm to get some yogurt for a friend who only calls when she has something dire to talk about. So I went with her to Dairy Queen on the West Bay strip for fattening dessert. What is it about women and emergency pitstops for icecream?


Afterwards I dropped her home and picked up another friend to go to karaoke where we stayed from 9:30pm to 12:10am.

She sang two songs with me and I sang a male rendition of Rihanna's "Unfaithful" which I brought to Dicky Mo's. It was a crowd favorite and 2 other females sang it after me.

I took no pictures of people singing and recorded no video footage in other to protect all from future embarrassment.

I did take a picture of the karaoke jockey.

Pictures of Sacred Space at New Providence Community Church - Bahamas

I went to church (New Providence Community Church - NPCC) where I enjoyed the sermon about the Samaritan woman at the well in the book of John. I greeted friends after the church service on the porch and then decided to take pictures of the Sacred Space near the church grounds sponsored by NPCC and the Bahamas Ministry of Tourism. The site had metal work by Tyrone Ferguson (my next door neighbor) and wood sculptures by Antonius Roberts. The wood carvings were immaculate and the bells hanging in the trees were very melodious.

Afterwards I went to the local fish fry at Arawak Cay for a diaquri and some conch salad. Followed by a detour to Twin Brothers restaurant for some snapper dinners.

Partying with the Omegas for the August Monday Weekend

Partying with the "Que Dogs" as they welcome out of town guests to the Bahamas and to their annual "August Monday" holiday weekend events.


As ususal I brought a dance partner and danced until the perspiration went from my neck to the floor. I had a blast!

Small Group Flashback - Reunion 2005

Poem: The Spirit of Bahamian Emancipation - A Salute to August Monday

The Bahamas celebrates Emancipation Day on the first Monday in August (August Monday) which is 07Aug06. I wrote this poem last year in honor of this important day in Bahamian history -

The Spirit of Bahamian Emancipation
is like the battle between the crafty woodcutter
and the aspiring tree.
Slavery’s shackles in the 1830’s, exchanged for servitudes leash
and elusive dreams of prosperity.
The first local vegetation to succumb,
were the Lucayans to Christopher Columbus’s Spanish axe.
Their pristine culture diminished in the twentieth century
to pottery, word definitions and wooden Arawak artifacts.
The Specter of pre-emancipation transformed into religious persecution;
spawned by the English Civil war in the 1600’s
as Puritans fled their colonies.
Settling in Eleuthera, cultivating plantations,
but torn in two by political rivalry.
In the 1700’s the pirates raided local towns
throughout this Bahamian Archipelago
and granted infamy to men like Blackbeard.
The British Crown, the woodcutter of this era,
used the fire of treaties and sanctions
to scourge the islands of these wayward buccaneers.
Cotton plantations and slave trading were cultivated,
as the English Loyalists drifted upon the local shore.
Born was Bahamian Emancipation’s Spirit
by British winds of freedom
to the African slave (the “new trees”), on 1st August 1834.
Apprenticeship hindered the full autonomy of slaves until 1838.
We, their descendants, were finally bestowed the right
to rule our own estate.
Still the woodcutter remained dominant,
evolving into a minority of white elite
presiding over an impoverished black majority;
Until the courage of the PLP claimed power in 1967
and led to consented independence in 1973.
Bahamianisation was fostered
under the PLP’s democratic leadership and vision.
Opening the floodgates for higher education, land ownership
and expression of religion
Tourism’s golden economic glow,
the FNM’s fleeting attractiveness in 1992
and a prominent financial sector
planted different variations of the tree.
Blossoming in the form of cries for equality for women, gays,
international spouses, Haitian migrants and political loyalty.
Still the woodcutters’ foreign axe swings viciously
with technical and economic prowess
as Bahamian cultural identity struggles to grow.
Each passing day the native islanders’ ethnicity and jaded history
flounders with each thrashing blow.
Globalization, data technology and taxation
are the new whips and brands
of today’s local oppressed generation.
Though the war and leash may have changed over the past 67 years,
we as Bahamians still need to heed the Spirit of Emancipation.

By Sean R. E. Munnings
The Raga-Lover

Copyright © 2006 Sean R. Munnings, all rights reserved.

Poetry Flashback - Cafe Habana - Fall 2005

Party Flashback 2005 with a Junkanoo photo mix

Poem: You are the Sun

I wrote this poem to challenge myself to create a love poem better than any I have done before. Time will be the judge -

You are the sun

My door of affection welcomes you beloved
to experience a passion you have never known
I light up with a smile from within when you are near,
because you are the sun to this moon.
Woman, draw towards me like a river to the ocean
and taste a bit of heaven on my lips,
Allow me to bask in your awesome beauty
and feel a slight electric charge emitted
from my fingertips.
You are the "chosen one" and I’m the nurturing manna
that God provided for you alone;
Your delicious desert to lick and consume everyday
like raspberry sorbet on an ice-cream cone.
Caress these wanton hands,
hands that are drawn to you like a magnet to steel.
Touch this craving chest that welcomes your velvet fingers
and experience what I feel.
Your name is inviting like the magnificent dawn,
I look forward to hearing and saying it everyday.
Every perfumed breathe I breath in is slower
because your intoxicating presence makes my head sway.
My love for you my darling is an ageless diamond
that sparkles for you alone.
I will follow you like the night does the day
because you are the sun to this moon.

Sean Ruize Munnings
The Raga-Lover

Copyright © 2006 Sean R. Munnings, all rights reserved.

Poem: Everlasting - Remembering Tara :-(

My Godsister's cousin passed away earlier this year. She was full of life and younger than me. She lives in these pictures and she is not forgotten. I commerate her memory with a poem I wrote for someone whose loved one had also slept the eternal sleep. This poem is my parting gift to Tara as I remember her today -



Everlasting

Everlasting with every crystal tear,
everlasting though you are not near,
Flesh and bone may disappear
but everlasting is the love we share.
Words not spoken expressed through hugs and deeds.
Wants cast aside
to fulfill the other’s needs.
Countless sacrifices unknown,
emotions seldom displayed.
Memories of lessons learned; smiles that never fade.
The heart is the place
where we will have communion forever.
It’s a cord of consolation that death and time
cannot sever.
Everlasting, means never truly saying goodbye,
Everlasting is our love, like a rose that never dies.

By Sean R. E. Munnings
The Raga~Lover

Copyright © 2006 Sean R. Munnings, all rights reserved.

Poem: New Destination

A friend who is changing jobs requested a farewell poem to her co-workers today. I came up with this poem -

As I prepare to leave this secure shore
to sail waters of uncertainty and explore a new destination.
I want to thank everyone here at Company X
from the bottom of my heart
for their assistance and direction.
Some of you are more than colleagues and associates;
many of you I am honored to call friends.
And like the stars that exchange light to each other from afar
I hope our bond will never end.
Through the years I have learned professionalism,
patience, and persistence
in the pursuit of a dream.
I may be one person
but my successes are a culmination of efforts
supported by many of your names.
I have no regrets as I embark on this voyage
except that I won’t see some of your faces everyday.
Share insightful stories, solve client woes
and laugh at the whimsical remarks
that some co-workers say.
Please know that I am only a phone call away
even though I will be on a different journey.
May God continue to bless each of you, your families
and the future of this company.

By Sean R. Munnings
The Raga-Lover

Copyright © 2006 Sean R. Munnings, all rights reserved.

My friend is leaving the Bahamas and returning to Brazil

A friend from Brazil stops by the office to say good-bye. Until we meet again in Bahia, Brazil.

Poem: We weren’t meant to be

I spoke to a dear friend I have known for almost a decade and reflected on why our romantic relationship died years ago. She still manages to place a smile on my face with just a laugh and few words. This poem summarises our story.

I kissed you and I knew
that we weren’t meant to be,
It will forever be my most tragic memory.
For years I pursued the dream of you and I
as one.
Praying that one day you and I
would walk hand in hand
beneath the sun.
You were my ethereal destiny;
I compared all other virtuous women to you.
My once broken heart was repaired
in expectation of you
my emotional glue.
After many months of courting I finally had a glimpse
that you would be mine
I had pretty dreams of us bound together
before witnesses
in the eyes of the “Divine.”
But in an instant the object of my affection
for half of a decade
was no longer delightful to hold.
Realities taste was bitter
and your luscious lips made me feel
disgustingly cold.
It sickens me to know that my efforts
and our relationship
are history.
I kissed you and I knew
that we weren’t meant to be.

Sean Ruize Munnings
The Raga-Lover

Copyright © 2006 Sean R. Munnings, all rights reserved.

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