It seemed like a journey
Preparation of some kind
Thinking being knowledge
Becoming wise and assured
That is where I learned about myself
Different from everyone else
Life introduced me to who I am and meant to be
Purpose was down the road
Clouds ochoing my name Courageous
Walking on into my destiny
Whispers encouraging on to fulfill and establish
The mirror showed my reflection being successful
Challenging my own self of shall
I was created for a mission
Task that will be my assignment
Spiritual eyes that will observe
Goodness built in
Wonderfully made
Onward and forward of potential
Endless road leading me out.
After Angella Voras-Hills
fallen green apples here and there
at a dead end, the yard is
where in the story lies an
ending, the life I lead an illusion
a collage along the road of
broken houses bathed in light
a quiet moment, a lament when
the day bleeds into colors
and all my realities and dreams connect
There is an illusion of light when the colors connect.
from an Angela Voras-Hills poem.
(Golden Shovel Form)
Where pathways converge, destiny unfolds,
A journey embarked, tales to be told.
Employees once, with tasks to attend,
Transform to friends, the road has no end.
Shared challenges met, bonds stronger than before,
Colleagues become neighbors, relationships soar.
Together they've weathered the storms and trends,
At the end of the road, where camaraderie transcends.
No longer mere workers, but a family tight-knit,
A journey of labor, laughter, and wit.
Through twists and turns, a connection transcends,
They arrive as friends, at the road's cherished end.
At the end of the road
you will find nothing
but yourself looking at you
behind the years you missed.
At the end of the road
you will search for the friends
you have never cared about.
At the end of the road you will
be lost in a small path,
asking for somebody
to show you the road to walk through.
At the end of the road
you will meet you with yourself,
walking lost on an empty road
without any support.
Savor the day that every sunrise brings
for each one is a gift God sent.
Don’t come to the end of your winter’s road
wondering where those summer days went…
At the end of the road
There will always be someone
You will cross a thousand and one sodades
Surrounded by real illusions
Surrounded by happiness of joy
Surrounded by immortalities of present
Because at the end of the road
There will always be you
Aby
old dog
is sinking fast
heartbreak
I walked and walked.
Through this path.
Along this road.
It wasn't easy walking through this storm.
I never took a short cut...
That's why I never left past behide.
I sold everything
and I never looked back.
My destiny is where my eyes are...
That's why I reached it.
Ooh this is my destiny.
This is where my journey end.
Poem by munyai ndidzulafhi Patric
I walked and walked.
Through this path.
Along this road.
It wasn't easy walking through this storm.
I never took a short cut...
That's why I never left past behide.
I sold everything
and I never looked back.
My destiny is where my eyes are...
That's why I reached it.
Ooh this is my destiny.
This is where my journey end.
Poem by munyai ndidzulafhi Patric
I walked and walked.
Through this path.
Along this road.
It wasn't easy walking through this storm.
I never took a short cut...
That's why I never left past behide.
I sold everything
and I never looked back.
My destiny is where my eyes are...
That's why I reached it.
Ooh this is my destiny.
This is where my journey end.
Poem by munyai ndidzulafhi Patric
Every word I spoke
Every thought I wrote
It came from the heart
It burned in my soul
A final time I peddle
My craft for the world to see
A 14 year run finally done
And it was so much fun
But there sure was pain
Perhaps I was vain
But I had something to gain
When I felt so much worse
About every written verse
This is when I reflect
A toast to the boy
Who started with limericks
Writing 10 poems a day
Learning his craft
Placed in creative writing
He discovered a voice
A knack for spoken word
As he fought to be heard
He promised to chew mints
So his rhymes were fresh
But it became a struggle
Over time to find that voice
That year after year
Seemed just a little fainter
Lacking the creative passion
Of metaphors and imagery
Lacking the raw emotion
Behind each and every word
So while this will not be
A magnum opus of any sort
It is a farewell to the hobby
That served as an outlet
From a sixteen year old kid
To a thirty year old man
Let this be my final word
But not the final time I'm heard
End of the road
I moved into my heart and
Began to rest on
The conversation
That will not happen exactly
As I would like it to happen …
What happens to ambition?
where does it go.
It seemed so strong,
constant,there at my
side.
Nudging,pushing,whispering
scheming .
When did it die?
Why did I not notice?
It just left me
without a word of goodbye.
I had enjoyed its company
for so so many years!
Yet I am not bereft,
or lonely without
this crutch.
It was just a friend
who helped me
to do it all my way!
subtitled: Bye-Bye, 2016
With a sigh, bye-bye, two-thousand sixteen
thanks for precious treasure born of my genes,
two brand-new babies which God anointed.
With a sigh, bye-bye, two-thousand sixteen
Oh me! Oh my! two-thousand sixteen
Some common displeasure, the pain was mean,
two broken bones and a hip disjointed.
Oh me! Oh my! two-thousand sixteen
Why should I cry? two-thousand sixteen
Wonder what is coming, new on the scene?
Some grief, some fame, or the end of my road?
Why should I cry? two-thousand sixteen
Yo! Hello, two-thousand seventeen
Carpe diem, New Year, by sight unseen
with belief, not blame, as my fate downloads.
Yo! Hello, two-thousand seventeen
**written January 13, 2017 (good luck Friday)
for contest: The End of the Road
I SEE THE BEND
When I'm bogged down by fears,
Crumbling under life's great load,
When I'm blinded by tears
Nearing the end of the road,
Then my God interferes,
As my True Friend on the road,
He carries me and cheers,
I feel His mercy bestowed;
When He's LORD of all spheres,
It's not the end of the road,
My mind's fog disappears,
I see the bend of the road.
01~12~17
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