Best Chilling Poems

My two tribute poems- composed to honor this truly gifted
and totally amazingly brilliant poet…

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As I Sit Here Chilling On My Front Porch

 
As I sit here chilling on my front porch

Yet still wonderment in this aged soul

Tho' I feel far too fast fading life's torch

Seeking...

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the dog days of summer turn up the heat

         and when sweat drips from every pore...

autumn's a chilling thought


(Kimo)


9/04/2021...

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Life is pleasant on the Atlantic coast
Fishing is surely what I enjoy most
     Songs of gulls surrounding me
     Colorful shells line the sea
And of my exploits I feel I must boast

The breeze is refreshing as winds pick...

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Creeping, creeping
Shadows, like dust under a bed,
crawl from the corners toward you
Creeping, creeping-
Eerie low bellows quake your spine
Slowly chills run up and down-
Creeping... just cr e e p i ng

Open your eyes, so so slow, just enough to see
where the shadows are going, 
just cre...

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A Foggy Mist and a Chilling Sound

Walking down the dimly lit street,
a foggy mist rising around my feet.
Soon the fogs so thick, I can't see,
walking blindly, by the river,
that's running past me.

Street lamps can just be seen,
then I hear a scream.
The intensifying fear of something
so...

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Whilst sitting neath an old Gum tree
So many things I love to see

Watching Rabbits bounce around
And listening to those awesome sounds

Water trickling quite nearby
Black birds flying in the sky

Such lovely peace  it fills my heart
I sit here practicing my art

Writing poems is what I...

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"SHE WAS A GREAT WOMAN...BUT DEPRESSED"


A happy girl was she who grew up to try her very best.
The same story that lingers when you see her smile-
SHE had been remarkably talented triumphed every test,
overcoming obstacles seemed to be her personal style.

A cheerful girl WAS she...

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Chill by beach of Pitas. 
Rain comes in a heavy task. 
Return home to a break. 
Another night to medicate tired. 
Thanks Allah we intend. 
Well-intentioned we are blessed. 
Preach in the village of Rungus. 
The Maulud rejoiced.
Kota Marudu we go.
Still raining until while ago!



Kota...

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We played the game, the horrid game
   Of tricks and candles in the dark
Reciting a name, a horrid name
   Our hands started moving on their own
We asked it questions, horrible questions
   The Spirit presented a forthcoming omen
We shook our heads, our foolish heads
   We blew...

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Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi


THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD...THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY...WHO ALONE CAN
SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
LORD JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF IS FULLY GOD AND MAN...AND HE ALONE...
IS...

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Chilling in this house,
Chilling in my room,
Chilling-out in my own little world.
Chilling electric fan on desk,
Chilling tingling throughout my limbs.

Chilling outside in winter.
Chilling temperature numbing my fingers,
Chilling wind-chill freezing my face.
Chilling blizzard in which I race through,
Chilling cold replaced by body heat.

Chilling icy heart,
Chilling coldness...

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the carving knife met
drag the blade down the chest
smiling face ghostly...

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Sijo 7

          bone chilling night I saw a man passing through the alley
          as if running away from inescapable something;
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Three Haiku, 5—7 

1.	 a twinkling star hangs     
             on the high up autumn sky     
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I’m sitting alone,
As I do...
I’m chilling in my zone,
Feeling too often blue.

Always stuck in my head,
In an emotional stew.
It’s like a loose thread,
Being pulled through...

Through drowning my sorrows,
With whatever brew.
Wondering about possible tomorrows...
Questioning my moral views.

I am ofttimes prone, 
To this overthinking loneliness.
But still sitting...

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