I write to keep my mind fresh
I write to express at times
I write; because this is a hobby of mine
I write at times, some more, some less.
I write; it boosts up memory
I write and learn
I write, I discern
I write, I enjoy
I write, express joy
I write, day or night
I write Gospel Songs
To yet be released
I write, I motivate.
Flowers with colours enchant me,
Buds budding and blooming,
Beauty surrounds,fills me with glee,
Nature’s way of grooming;
Workers of different colours
March in singing loudly!
All peaceful rainbow nations
Express joy openly!
Farmers with flowers celebrate
Spring in their farms and halls,
Evangelists, and pastors praise
God with more believers,
Looking around, I stand in awe
of God in creation,
I want to dance and shout hurrah!
Such is heart’s elation!
Syllable count: 8.6.8.6
April 14/ 2023
.... Honourable mention....
Tribulation always has been in the world!!
You can literally choose to rise above it.
Ever notice,there is agreement how
terrible life is, in a dark, black swirl?
Well, then, what are you going to do about it?
Dare to express joy or peace, my friend?
Your friends will send you emails about
how the sky is falling.
You, yes you, determines your joy that never ends.
As a poet, to lift souls, is a most divine, propitious calling,
Mind clutter as delivered by the media?
Endless, evil, totally soul destroying,
We are the ones listening rabidly to all
this, searching for life's answers in Google or Wikipedia?
Turn off the news,and discover life is still incredibly beautiful
and spiritually, quite soul- buoying!
Oh, do create miracles for others right now!
Do not crush souls, by being a negative media twin!
It's on our power as poets to lift souls
out of the mud, with the Spirit of Light, somehow!
July 22, 2020
Dear fellow poets,
from all around the globe.
I'm here to bring you greetings,
and welcome you into the fold.
Some of you have just started writing,
and others have been writing for years.
May all of your days be beautiful,
and free from wasted tears.
We write for many different reasons,
some may be happy and some can be sad.
We sometimes write to express joy,
or simply to escape a life gone bad.
Some days will bring bliss,
celebration and cheer.
Others can be dark,
full of sadness and fear.
However they may find you,
be proud of what you pen.
Our thoughts are all special,
they come from places we have been.
You have been blessed with a gift,
a unique point of view.
You are a part of something special,
an elite chosen few.
A Passing Prayer
Unneeded invites for Thanksgiving Day,
Drafts packed table orbs family buffet,
All arranged for this harmonious time,
Relations grace this exalted pastime.
Year after year, the newborns multiply,
Added tables, chairs, and appended rooms,
Through Heaven's wings, beloved souls now fly,
Shifts to calm talks, those gone and baby booms.
Unique for me, banqueting my household,
My siblings too, host their own family,
Further apart, we feast separately,
Heir's hearts warm of those passed, tears swell unfold.
My children phones, traditions express joy,
The Home food tray cools, o'er my corduroy.
2019 November 12
*3rd Place*
Thanksgiving Memory
~~Regina McIntosh
Tears don't mean sad or pain,
Isn't even flow from wounded heart...
Tears are way to express joy and sad...
Emotion charged when fervently warmed...
In Very sad or Ecstatic joy,
the persona links with soul,
Feels the touch and melts to drops...
Tear turns on to heal and cool the soul,
Tears show the worth of love and hate...
Tears don't mean sad or pain..
© Sadashivan Nair
Decide and start,
Rich with sure art,
Explore fond heart.
Align with light,
Make soul give sight,
Etch a touch bright.
Reach a calm poise,
Do fling sure voice,
Rouse a clear choice.
Embark and see,
Ask faith to be,
Move wise and free.
Sense feels love feed,
Drop by drop seeds,
Rise beyond need.
Express joy here,
Abide with cheer,
Might knows no fear.
Leon Enriquez
04 February 2015
Singapore
If there's a chance,
Can we have this dance?
I will take a life's race,
will you come with me to face?
Tears flowered to my eyes,
save my soul,
will you do?
Don't tremble or fumble,
as I touch your lips
Yet express joy,
as I joke and play on gyst
Hero, that I want to be for you
Crashing all your hurts and pains
Be by your side, forever be
Vowing to be only yours,
Only yours...
But would you consider me?
Will you take me as well?
A lie
Never ever will you tell
"Only us", that you will swear?
by
olive_eloi
1:38 pm
03/18/2014
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"Supernatural power we humans don't possess, yet with our own way we can be heroes even for a day.... "
by
olive_eloi
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