When man's mouth is hard,
The heart is the softest.
Adultery is a tragedy for men,
An emo-psycho torture for women.
Time is a real mirror,
Which reveal your true core.
People with sadness watched sunrise,
People with dreams watched sunset
People with conscience look back,
People with eyes of faith look up.
People with failure look below,
People with ambition look beyond.
y Way - - His Way
Memory often takes me back
When I recall childhood days
As a loner, I had little competition
I could do things, - - my way
Teenage years - - somewhat the same
Just more work, but less play
I felt that I was doing fine
I could still do things, - - my way
As a young adult, I began to question
Was there perhaps, a need to pray
Was there something more in life
Than doing things, - - my way
Reading God's Word, revealed to me
My body, was nothing more than clay
His Spirit, helped me realize
Perhaps I should consider, - - His way
As conviction drew me to His side
I knew His Word, was more than a cliche
I knew it was best that I surrender
And let Him have, - - His way
As I reflect back or'e the years
I rejoice that I still can say
The greatest choice I ever made
Was letting Him have, - - His way
Colan L Hiatt = 02-23-20
with a smile on their face
Camouflaging the hidden sadness
How many live their lives like this!
all is perfection and beauty
for a pure and amicable vision
all is ugly for a defective soul
The difference between
poetry and prose
Whose words live together
under your nose
With prose you can finish
last page period end
But poetry boundless
— to forever extend
(The New Room: January, 2024)
Death is not what you realize
lt is lighter than a leaf...
As long as life can be
heavier than a mountain...
Doomed free in the street,
citizen, exemplary...
under house arrest...!
Are we living in a dream world
Contrasting the real world
When we're small
We started dreaming
A dream world appeared suddenly
In front of the real world
Are we still living there
No,we aren't
Now even frustrations and mishaps we face
Still
We're full of hopes and expectations
We face,we fight,we wish and we pray
formidable sad laughs
poignant tears of joy
life is pure contrast
Black and white
Two bright contrasting colours
Distinguishing
The rights and the wrongs
The principles and rules
Are too sacred to be outcast
Law breakers tend to
Ignore it, discard it and overule it
But not in front of humanity
But not in front of democracy
But not in front of the truths
But not in front of the law
But not in front of the Almighty God
Scandals ever commited are humiliating
The sanity of black and white
And so the offender's name
Is to be smeared
And out of the people's votes
I leisurely strolled down our main road,
As the severely hot sun descended
Behind the purple hills and our night
Began to cover all our crowded streets.
Colorful lights flickered every where,
An enticement to lure us to our shops.
Restaurants emitted all types of food,
Chinese, Indian, Italian and others.
But I had another type of sensational hunger,
For at the end of the main noisy street
Darkness reigned all around the fields.
And under the old oak tree was our bench.
There she sat waiting patiently and expectantly.
I smiled at her and sat down besides her,
Giving a warm cuddle as was our habit,
Followed by the most tender of kiss.
From afar the night was decorated with million stars,
Twinkling beautifully, a sight to admire.
A shooting star traversed the luminous sky.
It was a sight for us to admire the beauty
That made our hearts beat faster in ethereal bliss.
Surrounded by four walls.
I feel disgust and despair.
Why can’t I snap out of it?
For listen: The city hums with listless life.
Hospitals thrive with dying patients,
oft with self inflicted excruciating pains,
more often meted out by egoistic humans
in pursuit of hedonistic pleasures,
of self satisfying needs.
In a quiet moment at the end of the day
sometimes I pray. Alas my heart
is enveloped in inky darkness.
Instead I hear the cries of domestic violence,
of children desecrated,
women raped,
men killed by other men.
I flee my loathsome house,
merge with mindless humanity,
in streets displaying their dirty linen,
intransigent in their cacophony
of indomitable bellowing ululations,
until I reach the quieter periphery
of the endless town.
The night is ebbing. The first rays
of the rising sun touch a silvery dome
reflecting its rays straight into my eyes.
Instinctively I shade my face
yet the light persists. Is it a sign?
Could there be hope for me?
Perhaps there's sense in creation.
So I close my eyes and pray.
Fiction
Sensitive souls meet feisty spirits
Fluffiness of fresh fallen snow
Heat of harsh fiery flames
Natural elements of colliding forces
Possibilities of complementaries
Actualisation of a pair too dire
Contrasts complimenting one assumes
Reality melts the other
Hot fire against chilled snow
Disaster overwhelms surrounding viewers
Liquified tears drown fiery words
A hot puddle is this mess
Contrasting edges;
Abstract solidarity
we fit together.
I sit in the solitude of my many contrasting thoughts.
Yes in one way I would but in other scenarios, I would simply not.
I can see so many sides to the problems, nothing is written in concrete,
Ink is too permanent as I sit and I think, my thoughts oh so sweet.
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