Best Chid Poems
‘’twas all wild—All wind, All shores:
Seas were brewing savage storms;
Rambling clouds were moving thunder—
Thunder herself, did her chores…
With white, foaming, briny waters—
The fleet of men crossing them—
Howling Capes and crowing Bergs
That ever saw trespassing them,
Witnessed the lot being washed—
The visor of Mercy being cracked…
The howling, screaming, deathly Play
Waited the time Night approached
To aide—to rescue hacked and chopped
With farewell bid to the angered Day:
Time now when the Rivers—joining hands
(That had shrieked and showed their might)
No more chid the juvenile Bank—
Traveled course in faded light,
Whilst the strength of Fury lay
To tell Quiet of squandered Peace…
******The Lord is his favorite.....******
Where ARE you?
On the atonement
Metter....
This is alway's done
By appointment
So, don't be a cheater
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Do you come in Dead Last
Or did you not remember
You forgott your past...
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Or do you need so much
As a looking Glass
To show you the reason
Why those who are destined
Always' come in last
This is usually done by Menions'
It happens' so fast
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Or, do you seek
Absolution and hope
That it should part
With Trinity serving
As a Foot-note:
While you draw straws'
Or the pick of the lott....
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Or, need I just not ask
Fore it will never last
The price was paid by Jesus
He gave us a free pass...
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Fore their are now those
Who gather to the MASS
And to participate in Prayer
How long shall it last
Fore they are Gods' Children
- And -
The resolution is clear....
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All week they did "Fast"
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They gathered all around
In Legion's did they be-fall
To deem doth' reconing'
For what they had lost
When the little Chid Jesus
Accended the 'CROSS'
To redeem doth' the Lord
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But, He was already there
Ready to receive their Call
Where the voice to revelations'
Would consume us all
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This was a call to God!
GF
I don't sleep too well these days,
I have seen so many suns
arise, hoping for worries
to take the back seat
and demise.
The break of dawn
holds such beauty,
for that precious moment,
I'm not alone,
just a chid again,
and Gods wonder,
my home.
was the perfect chid in the dunes digging the sand and the all school followed me with what you up to building a house with twigs between a game of tag and the jujube a delish to be picked after the earth quake
many died and the smell lingering
To My Daughter,Jenna.
The way you smile,the things you say,the way you make me feel,
You sure do make me happy,so proud,it feels just so unreal.
You are so pretty,so very precious,an angel,here on earth,
I've loved you always my pretty one,ever since your birth.
You fill my life with happiness,even on my saddest days,
In things that you do,things that you say,in oh, so many ways.
I truely am so very blessed,to have a chid like you,
You are so warm,so very lovely,so honest and so true.
You have such special qualities,so touching and so deep,
You can make me laugh and sad,and you can make me weep.
You can make me happy,when I'm feeling blue,
And I just want for you to know,my Daughter,I love you.
By Sharon.L.Leonard. 27th,July,2007.
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Jumping over the moon and skimming through the stars
Zipping through the galaxy with no wings and without bars
There is nothing to stop me now flying out into space
Following my dreams is not a dream so out of place.
A second chance is not given - often some barely get a first
Its time to take stock of life - and drink it with a dry thirst.
The hours the minutes are counted, but don’t look at the clock
Get out there and follow your dreams in fact - don’t waste time taking stock
A child is born a chid dies it’s happening all around
Enjoy every second of life - while trying to keep your feet still on the ground
We were given a life, a life to live, not everyone is so fortunate
Don’t make them regret your turn - by not daring to leave your gate
Open it run and fly, the opportunities are there
Forget your coat just go for it - for those of us that dare.
Once a dead night while the moon was shining brightly,
Jenifer was sleeping at her bed quietly,
Suddenly Jhon entered into Jenifer's bed room,
Without making any sound he sat beside her as a bride groom.
He wispered, " My love , open your eyes."
At fisrt she thought it was a mice,
After a while she realised it was nothing but Jhon,
Jenifer got angry and the hot words were coming on.
She sharply chid him, and said " Go!" but he didn't stir,
He stood before her holding her both hands,
She said, "Leave me!" To move his feet was his beyonds.
Jhon brought his face near Jnifers ear,
She glanced at him and said, What a shame! Her-
Sound couldn't move him in an inch,
It gave him a wonderful pinch.
Again his lips touched her cheek,
She said, " Now move your feet or I will give you kick."
He put a flower in her feet,
She said, " It is useless!" he kept him silent.
He took the garland from her neck and went away,
She did weep and asked herself, I want him back anyway.
The old man loves spending time with children…loves how it softens his heart…
loves, given his knowledge of life, all the wisdom upon the chid he can impart.
But this child was too young to speak, however, the old man, being wise,
knew they could communicate through their smiles…and their eyes.
Which means most of the wisdom he had to impart…would have wail until the child grows…and he spent most of their time together telling the child things he already knows.
When the child pointed to a ceiling fan (he loves fans) high above their heads…the old man turned it on and “Fan” was all he said.
When the child picked up a stick (he loves sticks) and waved it high above his head. they both smiled and when their eyes met, “Stick” the old man said.
When the child pointed to a cat (he loves cats in any size shape…thin or fat) the old man calling on the wisdom he has gathered said, simply, “That’s a cat”.
When they picked a tomato together that was growing on the land…the old man said, “Tomato” as the child squeezed it in his hand.
As he watched the child walking barefoot in the leaves…changing directions on a whim…he began to wonder…if he was teaching the child or was the child teaching him.
Because the more they played their communication game the more the old man remembered…and began to once again understand…the simple pleasures to be found in a fan, a stick, a cat…and squeezing a tomato in his hand.
Long after the child left…the old man walked barefoot in the leaves…
his eyes lit up and he smiled….
thankful for the chance to remember what it was like to be a child.
Deborah and I received a wonderful complement from Ava., our granddaughter, the other day
It coincided with a time we’d come to terms with becoming old and grey.
We met for lunch at a restaurant…for our usual…good food, conversation…and fun
when the conversation turned to age…and how this year we’ll both be 71.
Deborah mentioned how she’s loved her life…and as each years unfolds….
even now at 71…she doesn’t feel old.
I smiled and nodded at her thinking…for I wholeheartedly agree…
even though when it comes to age…Deborah is six months older than me :)
The point is we feel lucky to be in our 70’s…then the next thing we were told
by Ava with with a smile on her face…was how the two of us don’t seem that old.
How old do you think we are…we asked…our old senses now revived….
when she thought a moment, smile then said…not a day over 65.
Gauging someone’s age…isn’t always easy…
sometimes it can be tough…
and when Ava took 5 years off our age…
we thought…5 years is enough.
It was a happy moment…and we thanked our lucky stars…
and hope our children and our grandchildren will always see us
a little younger than we are.
That they will always look into our hearts…
and see our chid is still alive…
A child who at 71…doesn’t look a day over 65.
Dard is dil ki
Koi samjhta nhi.
Jisne samjha
Usne galat hi samjha.
Hum ustaad chhupane me
aur log batangad banane me.
Jitna dabaya
Usse jyada bahar Aya.
Ashun ko v bht chhupaya
Kavi ruk jata tha
Kavi beh jata tha
Koi dekh lega uska v dar laga rehta tha.
Ro kar ankh sujha liya
Subah uthi to Aina dekh liya
Ki kese chhupaun ab isse
Koi upay v nhi tha wese.
To jise dekh na tha wo dekh liya
Use jo v samjh na tha wo samjh liya.
Socha tha mene koi puchhega
Jo Dil tham ke sunega.
Bataungi wo sab kuchh
Jo mujhe achha nhi lagta
Jo mujhe dard deta
Per kisi ne v nhi puchha.
Chid gayi hun iss se
Mukti chahti hun
Kuchh pal ki pyar aur khusi chahti hun tumse.
Kavi to gale lagao
Thoda pyar apna dikhayo
Thodi mithi boli sunao
Kab se intezar kar rahi hun .
English verse of the poem.
No one understands my pain
.one who listened he understood none.
i am good at hiding my feelings and people good at make ahill out of a mole
. The more you supress, the more it hurt
Sometimes i hide my tears and sometimes i cant.
I have fear if someone watches though my tears falling from my eyes.
When crying for whole night swelling my eyes but am unable to face the mirror as i can see my feelings infront me.
Some noticed though and they thought it there own way.
I thought that someone would ask who would listen to Dil Tham.
I thought they will understand me so ican share my feelings with them but no one asked.
I am a girl I want freedom from this
, I want the love and happiness of a few friends
. Let the poet show you some love,
listen to some words,
you are waiting for a long time.
She noticed the old man in the park…she saw him ever day
He’s always there at the same time she brings her child to the park to play.
Today she sat down next to him as she watched her child play
“I was wondering,” she asked the old man, “why do you come to this park every day?”
The old man smiled at the question, he said, “Young lady, I’m glad you asked.
“I come here every day to visit the memories I’ve amassed.
You see long ago there was this woman I fell in love with…
Yes, I think this is a good place to begin.
She never needed the sun or the moon to shine…she lit up from within.
She was like no other woman…you might say she had her own uniqueness.
She was strong when she needed to be strong but not afraid to show her weakness.
She lived every moment to the fullest…or at least, I know, she tried.
which meant, depending on the moment, she could laugh as easily as she cried.
Through all our years together…as we raised our family
she let me take care of her…while she took care of me.
This park is where we met…it’s where I got down on one knee
It’s where I first told her I loved her…it’s where I asked her to marry me.
I come here to think about all the ways my life’s been blessed…
I come here because it’s a place where my memories and I can rest."
I come here because I miss being with her…I hope you understand…
I miss sitting with her on this bench…I miss her holding my hand.”
The young woman nodded then did something spontaneous…
something she hadn’t planned
She reached across that park bench and held that old man’s hand.
She kept staring straight ahead…
as they sat there watching her chid for a while..
and out of the corner of her eye…
she could see that old man smile.
May we be blessed as we grow older….
not to make a fuss…
and no matter how old we grow
to take our child along with us
to remain curious, innocent and carefree
helpful, loving and kind…
and no matter how old we may become…
to never leave our chid behind.
I was a young 15 year old boy
when Joni Mitchell wrote and Judy Collins sang ‘Both Sides Now’.
Their song has enjoyed a long and illustrious ride…
Now, as a 70 year old man, I realize…I have looked at life from both sides.
I’ve looked at life through the eyes of a child
surrounded by music and art….
a life where everything was new, and wondrous and beautiful…
where I saw only with my heart.
I’ve looked at life through the eyes of a man
no longer that chid…pure, and innocent and carefree….
where sometimes clouds would block my vision
and make it difficult for my heart to see
I have looked at life from both sides now
with innocent eyes and when clouds enshroud my heart
and I have learned just beyond the clouds…
life is filled with wonder…and beauty..and art.
Which, now that I am older, leads me to behold:
If our heart sees that beauty when we’re innocent and young
and again despite the clouds when are more experienced and old.
Think of the beauty we could create…
a life filled with wonder and beauty and art…
If we could only see beyond the clouds…
between our younger and older heart.
Cherished moments spent
With your bestest friend a sharing,
Quietly sitting side-by-side,
Thoughtfully, at simply nothing, staring,
Just shooting-the-breeze together
And for each other caring.