Pressing a ball,
Will make it small.
Do not let someone fall
It is not a smart goal.
If you press a ball,
By exerting some force
The ball goes down,
We cannot make it round.
Putting someone down,
Does not give you crown
It can give depression
To the people around.
It creates fuss,
It disperses us.
Don't press someone
In your discussion,
Do not hurt them
Mentally or physically,
Sentimentally or orally.
Help others in need,
Offer kindness proactively.
pink petal’d-petrichor scent
brumous blossoms fold
dark rain falls from sunless skies
still, her garden’s gold
doused roses airing
as bright beam disperses clouds
poised beauty flaring
The sinking beauty of the spreading spectrum of sadness I revel
as the cinnabar sunset takes away my departing day.
The joy of twilight time the last rays of drowning dusk unravel
in the pensive painting of the listless life in disarray.
In the darkest of nights the stars shine in the satin sky bright,
silver dust disperses sequined shimmer on the shadow of sorrow.
The rhythmic rustle of dead leaves makes the melody of delight,
tear drops turning to pearls of dew sparkle on barren meadow.
Carved deep in the vale of woe the stream of discontent flows,
where the ecstasy of resurgence cascades with happy memory.
If despair finds a niche of empathy as the wrecking storm blows,
despondency morphs into halcyon heart’s beguiling beauty.
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Hope aids us to walk into tomorrow,
It brings us out of the depth of sorrow,
It brightens as we tunnel through the night,
It upholds us in our plight and each fight.
Sometimes we’re dispirited by the day,
When the unseen comes out of its chamber,
Mystery stealthy walks into the room,
We sojourn across a turbulent sea,
Hope and tenacity will pave the way,
Until the monsters are laid to slumber,
The emergence of light disperses gloom,
Redemption we'll eventually see.
Hope is the light that shines on the mirror,
It unveils our eyes so we see clearer.
“A zephyr of hope harbingers a zen energy.”
- Quote by Poet
He sits on the porch in the embrace of twilight,
He ponders on each day’s tussle and fight,
He reminisces on a recent occurrence,
Something beyond the layman’s credence.
He has searched everywhere and every place,
There’s no trailing trace,
The missing papers are in a place beyond reach,
Somewhere probably in the deepest ditch.
He is in troubled waters,
Tranquillity is all that matters,
He is in the shadow,
He needs light to come in through his window.
A gentle breeze blows,
Something rhythmic flows,
Hope walks into his room,
It gradually disperses the gloom.
Trailing clouds of glory do we come
Until by the end we are left dull and glum.
How it all came to this
We are responsible
For being so remiss
The magic of our early moments
Emblazoned in our minds
Fades and disperses with every pressure
Our world brings to bear upon our pleasure
Exams, bills, targets, workday worries
blunt our perceptions
And drive them undergound
Occasionally to spark alive in a dream state
Eluding our grasp
once we come to our senses
Wide awake and once more blind
How to recapture
And to resurrect
That rich inner spirit
Which came with our birth
That should be our aim
Too many earthly concerns
Within our clay
Must take the blame
For that loss of courage
To break free from the constricting frame
Forcing us
To forget the beauties of the day
To play the stultifying economic game
The stifling straitjacket of life
Keeps us playing
With you, I can overcome every darkness,
You’re my connection to the sun,
The moonlight that guides me through my night’s sojourn,
The hand that arranges my day.
This is not a parade of words,
This is not a mere quantum of expressions,
It’s a flight of my affection,
It’s a river of my love.
Your mellifluous voice echoes in my room,
It buoys me across the sea,
It cocoons me from the day’s assailants,
It disperses the gloom that pervades my chamber.
Come and let’s walk through the seasons of life together,
Come to the room I have made for you,
In my heart dwells a portrait of you,
You’re all I need.
January 14, 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 painting on the wall
Tells a story so grand
Of a black poet strong and tall
With a quill in his hand
He stands with pride and grace
In a coat of ebony hue
His words a mirror of the race
Bold, unapologetic and true
His eyes sparkle with fire
As if commanding respect
His voice echoes higher
With each word that he projects
The painting on the wall
Reminds us of a time so tough
When justice was scarce for all
And freedom was just a dream enough
But the black poet never cowered
His pen was always on the move
For he believed that his power
Was in the words that he would prove
And so he penned his verses
Of pain, of love, of pride
With each line, his voice disperses
And the soul of a nation is revived
The painting on the wall
Is a testament to his fight
For words are indeed powerful
And can change the course of life
So let us all be inspired
By the black poet's call
To seek justice, to never tire
And to stand tall like the painting on the wall.
Christmas finds a way to us,
It fills our hearts with joy, laughter and fun,
It weakens the limbs of sadness and gloom,
It disperses every heaviness.
Christmas is a time to share and give,
No one lies in wait for the crumbs that fall off the master's table,
There's no hoarding and amassing for tomorrow’s pleasures,
We are held by yuletide's boundless love.
The fragrance of Christmas pervades every home,
It’s light halos people and places,
Its beauty is seen like flowers in spring,
Its glory radiates like the sun in summer.
Songs are sung in churches and street corners,
To hail the birth of the incarnate deity,
Born to rid the world of the shackles of midnight,
And to cleanse the world from every ill.
December 12, 2022.
In the blackness of space when the icy fingertips of darkness attempt to drain your essence,
One must understand we cannot see everything that surrounds us in this immediate present.
Darkness disperses as a candle is lit, it warms, it radiates, and it enhances one with an enticing glow.
It beckons, it calls, it invites the soul to come and sit, be still, be calm, free your mind and let go.
Focusing on the light of a candle helps one to meditate, and brings one into focus.
This ancient practice helps calm the spirit and clears out stress which in these final days, is in high prognosis.
A candle in the dark, a beacon in the distance, a lighthouse on a coast protecting us from rocky shores.
A candle in the window is a sign of inspiration, a sign of life and love that gives us the courage to open any unknown doors.
This amazing light, this glimmering candle is not that of Zeus, Apollo, Athena, or even Buda.
This is the light of the world, the essence of love in the hearts of those heading the call abides The Lion of Juda.
Did you remember to give thanks for waking up to another wonderful day?
Would it help to improve your path by taking just a few minutes to pray?
When does gratitude come into play during a person’s daily life?
Does appreciation improve the state of mind of a husband or wife?
How does chemistry work when generating joy in the atmosphere?
How is it that the Universal Mind connects to us and disperses weakening fear?
Why do we strive for compliments and adoration towards things that we do?
Does one respond by putting one’s self down or rather being modest, grateful, and true?
The manicured,
The portrait,
Colours of the week,
Colours I choose,
Decisions to make,
Decisions I make,
The door I open,
The path I see,
The elements I allow.
The manicured,
The portrait,
Colours of the week,
Colours I don’t choose,
Decisions I don’t make,
Decisions that orchestrate themselves,
The door that opens,
Of its will and accord,
Gloom disperses.
The manicured,
The portrait,
Colours I admire,
Colours I'd always want to see,
They don’t always surround,
They don’t always shade my day,
Life gives various colours,
Sombre and flashy,
All lined side by side in the pack.
September 13, 2022.
A BRIAN STRAND Premier Choice Poetry Contest,
Brian Strand.
The sun has the form of a golden dream
the moon has the form of celestial love,
the rain and the wind winter
the solar heat, relieving....
The sun and the summer breeze
in the jovial mornings...
spring flowers and fruits
the wonderful life....
autumn observes everything
and live this party with
delicate cold...and the strong wind
disperses clouds and
paints the immensity in the sky....
sublime natural show
In this immense universe...!
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