In transit to Africa destination delayed,
trapped in Turkey loopholes restrictions,
Oppositions, unfamiliar faces, language barriers a nightmare, disoriented, feeling out
of place amongst hired help especially at a airport, ill treatment doesn't feel so hospitable, lack of comprehension enroute
trapped being a foreign national in a unknown land.
Cry out loud for war to end
Ill treatment by the army is war crime
Vile acts against humanity
Instead of war
Love must prevail
Instead of hatred
Affectionate actions towards others
Need not to end
Save human kind. End the war
The many eyes of Qiniso’s love-life
There was the one with the soft eyes
Speaking to a peaceful existence
The one with the dark eyes
Which reflected her ill-treatment at the hands of the meanest of men
She had her dagger out to exact revenge on ALL men
An unapologetic misandrist
The one with piercing eyes
Threatening to do the unthinkable
If the circumstances so dictated
Darting eyes
Unsure of which love-path to follow
Loving eyes
Casting warmth on his soul
Fearful eyes
Unsure of how long this would last
Guilty eyes
Speaking to a checkered past
Blank eyes
Reflecting an empty soul
Devoid of hope
Wide, bright eyes, speaking to unparalleled intelligence
Innocent eyes
Untainted by the evils of this world
Beady eyes,
Screaming lechery and malice
As someone once said: the eyes are the windows of the soul
I think sometimes,
in an effort to sell reflections
of life,
egotistic mirrors
break themselves
into a million pieces.
Fractured verses,
bent and poisoned,
deformed from the ill-treatment
of delicate lines;
echoes of poetry.
©All rights reserved. Author Marcela Villar M. 2014
no apology
my pain: inconsequential
your conscious is seared
Eileen Manassian
While Jesus was on the cross, he prayed, "Father, forgive them for they know not what they do." He forgave even when no apology was offered. He forgave the ones who were the cause of his death. I find that SO hard to do...It's the hardest part about being a follower of Jesus. To be able to forgive someone who will not admit to wrong doing...takes divine strength. "To err is human; to forgive, divine." I've also found out that if you are always silent about ill treatment, people will take advantage of you. They will take your silence for cowardice and think that they can walk all over you. When Jesus was struck by the high priest's servant, he did not remain silent. He questioned him, "Why do you hit me?" I believe we should speak out against what is wrong. People may never acknowledge wrongdoing, but it needs to be said. There is a fine balance...I am struggling in trying to find where that balance is...
Some days I feel down
Then I remember the song
My father taught me when I was young
And I sing with a heart so free
Jesus tender shepherd hear me
Bless thy little lamb tonight
Through the darkness be Thou near me
Keep me safe till morning light.
Some days I feel sad
For the pain and sorrows of the world
Then I think that tomorrow
will bring joy and surprises untold.
Some days I feel so upset
By the ill treatment of elderly folks
And then I think that in future days
The elderly could be me.
Some days as I watch a child at play
And witness the joy on his face
I wonder if there was ever a day
elderly folks were in that same exact place
And as I wander through time
I look up at the sky
To see clouds scudding by
Across the bluest skies
And I get a special feeling, a knowing
A feeling of having come home
And I know that even sorrow and pain shall pass
As quickly as clouds scud across the skies.
A day will come back,
A week will come back,
A year will come back,
But a passing life,
Never comes back.
A morning comes back,
An evening comes back,
A season comes back,
But fallen leaves,
Never comes back.
Memory comes back,
Bad incident reminds back,
Ill treatment hurts back,
But a lost love,
Never comes back.
The pain some feel from misery, is not good
The pain some feel from ill treatment,
Will hurt
The pain some feel from abuse,
Is not pleasant
The pain some feel from jealousness,
Is disturbing
The pain some feel from greed,
Is dangerous
The pain some feel from violence,
Is painful
The pain some feel from words,
Can be strong
The pain some feel from want,
Overcomes what is there
The pain some feel from bad thoughts,
Put away the good thoughts
The pain some feel from their heart,
Will hurt and twist your actions around, twist your feelings,
And even hurt the outside.
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