“The past is an abandoned house that still bears the treasures for today.”
- Quote_ by Poet
We go through its door,
We go into its house,
A reflection of where we have been,
We view all of its portraits.
Sometimes we are held in its nights,
They come into our lights,
They come into our spaces,
They stare at our faces.
All the joys, laughter and comfort,
They have buoyed us to today,
Hope chauffeurs us to tomorrow,
We're not held by today’s gloom.
The past can be a trailing shadow,
A reminder of the shrivelled meadow,
As we look into its mirror,
Our hands should be guided to paint today’s portrait.
November 19, 2023.
Time walks with us like a shadow. Change overcast us.
-Thompson Emate
The memories walk with us
like a haunting yesterday,
All the things that served us,
All the things we have abandoned,
All our keepsakes,
All the pleasurable moments with them.
As the morning resumes duty,
As the evening relieves her,
The world turns the pages of its books,
We add our colours to enhance its looks,
Its mysteries are still hidden from us,
Our paintings don't uncover its linings.
Time makes its sketches,
Thick and thin lines,
Time paints its portrait,
Sombre and bright colours,
Each sojourn with it,
The closer we get to the final door,
It chauffeurs us to the untold,
It takes us to the vast unknown.
We search for the road to bloom,
Gloom stealthy pervades the room,
Shadow overcast the meadow,
The sages say that there's beauty in decay,
Sometimes hope frays like a fabric,
We learn to dance to every music,
Until our roots anchor us firmly to the ground,
Until the night rides us to the beyond.
September 11,. 2023.
In this boat that we dwell,
It can be a walk through hell,
Yesterday haunting today,
Today pervaded by sombre rays,
Tomorrow being spun by the unseen.
The world is a rocking boat,
Sometimes the night shields its coat,
Dawn chauffeurs the unknown,
We sojourn on a lane that leads to the untold,
Hope is the hand that guides us when we're lost in the fold.
Time is a precious commodity,
Nothing on the world’s threshing floor can be compared to it,
It’s an unfettered train,
Advancing in its course in the sun and the rain,
Time is an unwearied athlete.
Never forget to express gratitude,
It’s a ladder to higher grounds,
It’s a door to blooming meadows,
It barricades trailing shadows,
It advocates for us in moments of ineptitude.
Life is a masked stranger,
Today is insufficient for tomorrow,
There's always something to learn and borrow,
Life is a book,
No one has seen its end.
September 8, 2023.
Let's stay under its shelter,
Away from the ills that go helter-skelter,
Away from the incessant rain,
Our hearts shielded from pain
Let's walk under its shield,
We don’t know what the night will wield,
Stay close to me,
The clime brings a plethora to see.
Dawn chauffeurs us this way,
Hope tells us to stay,
Under a wide span,
We say we can.
As we quest and sojourn
to the tranquil region,
Leave your worry behind,
For mirth, we'll hopefully find.
Sectioned into different compartments,
I'm buoyed,
I stay afloat in the raging sea,
Time has taught me this lesson,
Experience has shown me this path,
The sages have given me this key,
As I sojourn through life's mystery lane,
As dawn chauffeurs me through
the shadows of time,
My heart is not fragmented by the clime,
Every trouble for its compartment,
Every cloud for its drawer,
Every gloom for its chamber,
Sleep is not a wish escape,
I'm not shielded from the smiling sun.
August 4, 2023.
Bright and clear is the day,
The sun is on joyful wings,
Mirth holds sway,
We're saddled with all that light brings.
Drenched colours wear a happy face,
We're haloed by their beauty,
Dawn disperses the night's haze.
Nothing stands misty.
We're in summer's chamber,
We're under friendly skies,
Nightfall chauffeurs a happy slumber,
As dawn awaits to throw the dice.
Everything reaches for the sun,
Outdoor is endless fun.
July 27, 2023.
“The silent song of the sighing breeze”,
No longer are we at ease,
The message is hidden in silence,
Darkest times are looming.
The land is bare and scarred,
The days are hard,
A sad symphony resonates in our hearts,
Dawn chauffeurs the untold.
There’s a place we seek,
Times have made us meek,
Our eyes have seen pervading tempest,
Redemption is the path we choose.
We anticipate heaven's light,
As we take the torn out of sight,
The sun mirrors hope,
We trestle the feeble bridges.
No. 1
July 5, 2023.
In a shroud of nothingness,
Destination ahead meanders to emptiness,
Missing pieces are cocooned deep in the night,
I have withdrawn from hope’s light.
Melancholy permeates my chamber,
Nightfall chauffeurs me to gloomy slumber,
Depression stealthy makes its abode,
I'm swathed with a hurtful node.
My father stands at the door,
Mirth is lost from my core,
I welcome him with a wistful smile,
He tells me that life is an enduring mile.
My mother is absorbed with empathy,
I'm inundated with apathy,
Each day brings grim feelings,
My father says with all hope desires to make its dwellings.
Wounded whisper,
Bleeding heart,
Crouching soul,
Forlorn hope.
She’s in troubled waters,
She sails across tempestuous seas,
Dawn chauffeurs the unknown,
She journeys through precarious days.
Her cries fall on unconcerned ears,
They don’t see her travails,
They're inconsiderate of her plight,
The elements underscore the unseen.
Our hands have sculpted her pathway,
Our desires have painted her portrait,
Her tomorrow is overcast,
Her midnight approaches,
Our changed ways will
harbinger her sunshine.
May 22, 2023.
This or That, Vol 18 Poetry Contest,
Edward Ibe.
Talking to trees
In nature's bliss
Spring holds sway
Decongesting nature's way
Feeble boughs bloom
Hope finds a room
There’s a resurgence
And gloom’s divergence
Exotic fragrance fills the air
Butterflies come out of their lair
There’s a lavish show of colours
In shades, symmetry and contours
Spring harbingers a rebirth
Dawn chauffeurs mirth
Nature is in good times
Trees swirl in pleasant rhymes
May 16, 2023,
Couplet Poetry Poetry Contest,
Sotto Poet.
I'm slipping into a world I don’t know,
I'm going in a way that doesn’t show,
I try to weave hope into the maze,
I look for a pathway through the haze.
I open the door to my abode,
A deluge makes an inroad,
I'm in a tumultuous session,
In a world beyond view and comprehension.
I'm a portrait of sombre colours,
My chamber is patterned with contours,
I work to assemble my thoughts,
They are bricks of varied sorts.
Dawn chauffeurs me this way,
Little do I know about it to say,
Its volume is sculpted in obscurity,
Its details coalesce in veiled security.
April 24, 2023,
Writing Challenge - 'W' Words - Poetry Contest,
Constance La France.
Humans are like magnets,
There are links between us,
Through our minds, we are connected,
Our minds trestle the bridge between us.
The mind is where the dream starts,
The mind is where the vision is birthed,
It opens the door to reality,
It chauffeurs the visible.
Nature speaks,
Its voice is heard in the tranquil of the mind,
It tells us where the lost can be found,
Its message is received in the stillness of the soul.
There’s a life force around the sun,
There’s a power it bestows,
There's an energy it gives,
The sun is the glory of nature.
April 19, 2023.
An abode for everything,
A home made in us,
A place where we permute and select,
There we create and assemble.
A place in the deep,
There we sow and reap,
There the tools are laid down,
Our hands make their choices.
A place where dawn chauffeurs its elements,
We're caught in different moments,
The unseen takes its shelter,
Gloom and bloom desire a room.
A place where roses are grown,
Shrivelled by the scorching sun,
The garden is a shadow of itself,
Anticipating an awakening.
April 1, 2023.
Insufficiency holds sway,
Dawn chauffeurs meagre segments,
In this ambience, the children play,
Anticipating their paltry fragments.
Homes wear a sombre look,
Nothing delightful to cook,
The furniture is worn out and spent,
Dilapidated and bent.
Vacation is too much of a luxury,
Hands are dutiful in domestic drudgery,
Children wear undersized and patched attire,
At nightfall, with these, they retire.
Opulence is seen as an illusion,
A treasure hidden in the deep,
Out of reach until they go to sleep,
Away from the world of seclusion.
March 28, 2023.
Writing Challenge - 'P' Words - Poetry Contest,
Constance La France.
Unexplained encounters,
Undulating terrain,
I'm standing in the rain,
Hemmed by downers.
I find myself in a direction,
A way I know nothing about,
A route that's beyond discretion,
It's an everyday bout.
Where are the answers that I seek?
To unravel the mystery in my walk,
To refrain the hands of the enigma's clock,
Disperse the shadow that makes dawn bleak.
Dawn chauffeurs the unexplained,
Within me, these are curtained,
I'm saddled with the unseen,
None of these could be foreseen.
Everything I do not know,
To this, I do not yield,
I only utilize its vast field,
Keeping hope alive as I go.
March 12, 2023.
Writing Challenge - "K" Words - Poetry Contest,
Constance La France.
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