Best Forseen Poems
Once again i'm alone
searching within to find my strength
my light of passage has not been shone
traveling congested roads at great length
my people's always seem to miss the boat
waiting for monatary arms to embrace forseen love
i'm left to the solitude of hands to keep me afloat
like the symbolic dove
i bring love, peace, and a message
difficult to decipher from a spilt tounge
this prescription requires wisdom to be taken in small dosage
I ask from what tree is the virtue of a woman hung?
as seen with my eyes and felt with my heart
i have crossed many black cats and still have not found my counterpart.
who am I?
written for the contest sponsored by SKAT A "Guess who? Who am I? What am I?"
Dreams are built of tomorrows forseen,
The children of Hope and Desire.
Dreams grow strong on the fare of deep thoughts;
Are tempered to greatness in passion's bright fire.
Knowledge guides dreams to their birth;
We judge both our own, and others' worth
By what we seek and what we wish to be
As we briefly sojourn on this Earth.
We come this way awhile to learn,
Between the vast dark at either end.
Our teachers lead us with their light,
Counsel us as friend to friend.
They too march on in their search for meaning,
Feeding our dreams as we roam.
We find our paths together in the searching,
As in the end, we bring one another home.
Comatose To Life
Somewhere on a small island called Penang, historically known as the Pearl Of The Orient…
There is a heartwarming tale of how tender loving care revived a comatose patient…
The patient is a fully qualified Florence Nightingale about to launch her nursing career ..
Full of hopes and dreams, excited about achieving her goals in her chosen career…
But the cruelties of real life was fatefully unloaded on her one unlucky day…
A twisted sense of fate saw a motorcycle accident that cruelly left her for dead..
But her strong will to survive and fight was something no doctors could have forseen…
She being in a vegetative state, those experts think they know enough to proclaim…
There’s no hope of full recovery, poor girl, and it is best to pull the plug on her…
Given her extensive injuries, her vegetative state, it’s best not to prolong her misery..
Her ever loving aunt, her only mother she had known, was resolute in her decision…
Come what may, her favorite niece will have her undivided love, care and attention ….
No one knows the depths of agony and the despair this loving aunt quietly suffered…
The loneliness and the infinite patience, only a mother maternal could have done better…
Through 2 long years of unending love and tenderness, against all negative perceptions..
From the expert doctors to the disbelieving relatives, she tirelessly persevered in her actions..
Today her plucky comatose patient is awakened, though she is far from full recovery…
What matters is she is alive, she has made it through, though there’s need for counselling …
This story is just a beginning for Janice Chuah Chai Ming, it’s the start of a long recovery journey..
This poem is just to document the power and the intensity of love and perseverance extraordinary…
For Chuah Bee Hong, the loving aunt who quit her job to devote full time for Janice’s recovery..
Prayers be with you and your loved ones, good deeds like this deserves only good in life’s glory..
http://www.thestar.com.my/News/Nation/2015/11/13/Nurse-makes-strides-after-waking-from-a-coma-Hit-and-run-accident-robs-Janice-of-bright-future/
I know how it ends.
Choice or Destiny - either way,
we make it.
All the paths laid out before me,
each step unknown but planned.
So many lessons in these life choices
to be taken and learned but only in proper time.
Marriage and children, widowed and divorced,
what was written in by destiny?
Teaching, care giving, loving and being loved
each a planned unplanned expectation.
It was enough though quite difficult
to meet, accept and satisfy those wants and needs.
Responsibility was taken as it came
not gladly but with love and foresight or its lack thereof.
In love, with love, each gave into another
and the call was realized and recognized.
With acceptance and quiet prayers to hold it back,
but life takes its course as intended.
I may not have forseen the journey,
but chose my way along its crossroad of destiny
and
I know how it ends.
A diaphanous glow
This uncanny manifestment
From heinous realm i do now know
Recanting this calamitous affair
A shadowy outline only would show
Then frigid cold air
as I peered into darkness
I could not compare
yet somehow disambiguate
Like antimatter, twas dark
Twas in my kitchen
yes the darkest part
The spot is now landmarked
There was no ommision
Oh my beating heart
and one of a Griffin
I chose to embark as if on a mission
A dog barked, I listened
My courageous approach
I hearked, then resumed my march
Off to their room it would go
Of those whom i love most
Toward the damnable
Flagitous it smelled- so gross
It spelled something- no ghost
Absurd, I'd heard of these..
These unpleasant entities?
Concerned to say the least..Jesus please!
Had i brought it inadvertently?
Self resentment, what's my defense?
And should i repent?
On he I depend...I didn't forget
Was it invoked, or did i provoke?
This silhouette, at fourteen feet
this was no joke
Twas not forseen
I would not choke
The divine I would seek
On high, the almighty
Twas he I'd beseech
Signs all around
Self awareness increased
I prayed over them
Back to the netherworld
Back with the beast
I said stay away from them
I'd somehow mend a breech
Day to day I pray for them
and this has brought me peace.
Storytelling
Harmony of his eyes
Father painted our sky
God kindness of scene
Forseen
Long awaited
God created
Peace from above
A tale of love
Heavens grace
Blessed our faith
Father you knew
How to create a view
Tutorage
Yellow purple and orange
The river overlook
Figure of clouds we took
Our smiles you awoke
Saw the truth as you spoke
Poor old Santa caught covid nineteen
Doctors ordered him to quarantine
Along with the reindeer
Mrs Claus tested clear
Santa pleaded to have the vaccine.
But something strange that wasn't forseen
Santas beard started turning bright green
Rudolphs bright red nose too
Changed to brilliant blue
Not what you'd see on a Christmas scene.
Mrs Claus stepped in to save the day
With Google maps to show her the way
And for that mammoth task
She put on a face mask
And hired Pegasus to pull her sleigh.
Written 16th December 2020.
Eyelids gently drooping,
drowsing on the porch swing,
eighty-three years old and feeling grand,
reveries of cherished times
when he was a lad in Merry England.
In his hands the uniform
that he wore in childhood,
when he was a knight upon his steed,
a champion in his armour,
boldly defending damsels in dire need.
Ruler of the Empire,
everyone his subject,
all, that is, except for Mary Jane.
She made him blush and stammer,
he flushed like crazy when she spoke his name!
She was his Guinevere,
he her brave King Arthur,
she was six years old and he was too,
he loved her with a passion
and promised that he'd be forever true.
In later years he worried,
tried to do the right thing,
his wife was right beside him all the way;
he never had to wonder,
her faithfulness grew stronger every day
He had a fruitful life,
simply could not complain,
all his needs and pleasures were forseen
for he shared it with the girl
who'd once portrayed King Arthur's lovely Queen.
I don't fall in love, I said to you
But then, what am I supposed to do?
When the past taught me things forseen
When Love showed me events never to be unseen.
I was afraid to fall and break.
But now I had, and for new chances, I wouldn't dare make
For falling is easy, and trusting is my doubt
Drums roll and lingering suspense takes place in my bout
Falling in love did hurt me all the time
And made me realize how foolish it was, to waste a tithe
For you or any girl waiting for my sweet hand for them to take
For happiness never lasts, for experiences pile up my hate
Falling in Love is not scary, it's destroying, as you can't see
I wouldn't worry, for I'll turn a blind eye away your innocent offering
To show me affection, to then give me all the blame
Of the consequences in the nigh, in the drastic choices you'd make.
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Reply to: http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/how_to_fall_in_love_604459
To crown the foil of window's questioning disclosure
and an afterthought—the ready sweep of old terrain
that would not seek completing, only slept
in still reflection of the passing hooves
returning from the wars, the lesser footfall
of the deer to gain the forest just beyond,
the baking of the sun...the years deluding...
This was only heritage, encapsulating ghosts,
but yet prepared to raise a living monument,
a friend to feast the eye, the body,
so contain each memory
within a morsel's succulence
as its own sacrament, bright red
and clinging to a disappearing past.
Then with a triple grace, the tree ascended,
fashioned from the vision
of a mind that saw the little slope
reborn as one observing, reaches back
into his heritage, illumining the trail
with purest loveliness pursued,
and finally in death, its richest wood
as offering to frame the instruments of art.
The thought is framed as is the view
outside the cabin window...longed for
even as fulfillment of an old desire.
Its fruit is of the years embedded
in the transcience of a hope
forseen on shipboard long ago.
Step across the time with me
and seek the cherry tree.
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"It is better to climb higher over the wings of time than stay idle and be ready for the taunts of inevitable uncertainty-inevitability and un-forseen dismay"
"It is better for us to build invisible castles on the foundation of hope for a better tomorrow than give in to sorrow that ought to be sent unemployed-and given its desired-ideal rest"
"It is better to embark on the unseen journey provided by hope, the distance given by the gift of life, rather than deepen, dampen and continually hollow, uncontrollably dancing to the beat of sorrow-dismay"
Waiting;
Oh, how one waits.
We are always biding on some pardon.
I wait for you, bee, in the Spring of my lifetime
to absolve this affliction and pollunate the secret garden.
The locked garden we clammered for as babes.
I have forseen your sting for what seems an eternity,
and now, how one waits.
There once was a time when you waited for me.
I was Mulish and as time passed, so did your wait; on to the next amusement.
Are you so easily diverted, bee?
Pollunating the first violet which crosses your path.
That weed is no match for me.
I attempt to iradicate it but it grows like a sea.
Oh, bee,
come back to me.
Abandoned, trapped by words that
wish to escape my mind,
But fear prevails over the whispers
in angst of what thy heart will find,
Constant silent mayhem of deafening screams
linger where I listen,
Forseen hurt becomes a mighty beast
caged by words that are unwritten,
Speak only the truth
not knives of anger,
For wounds always heal
but scars forever linger,
Right wrong yes no
you or me she or he,
Am I living a vivid dream
or drowning in my dreaded reality?
White sandy shrores
a beautiful scene
yet here all alone
is not something i could have forseen
i'd need something for protection
i knife would probably do
with that i would be safer
and could take in the view
to know what i could eat
i would need a survival book
so that i would know exactly
what's in that babbling brook
the final thing i'd bring
is something really small
it's not for my survival
doesn't really matter at all
the last thing i would bring
is a little picture frame
something to remind me
that i am still the same
a picture of my family
is all i'd really need
it's for them i would survive
oh yes i would indeed
Dear Mr. Pfizer,
I wish I'd been a whole lot wiser..
One year ago I got your vaccine
and things happened to be that weren't forseen..
The first night of the shot my vision blurred
and retina damage sadly occured..
The eye doctor said there's a hole in my macular.
I can't see it but hope it's spectacular..
The retina specialist thought I had a disease
and wouldn't listen to my self-advocacy..
One year later now I'm happy to say the hole
is still there but no disease came my way. I
won't get your boosters. I hope that's okay?