A New Poem:
Family Is:
The first thing that makes sense...
It blossoms at every direction it grows...
The flourishing nature of family
Is beauty-impersonified....
Sparks fly when the core tenets
Of family is mixed with a stint of love...
The rich brew that family concocts
Is savoured by invigorating inducive
Recipes like patience, parental care and love
And wholistic mentorship.
Family is...
Humanity, in this complex world...
Courage, manifested through a mother and father's
Loving guidance...
Unity, imminent in the evergreen tenet of togetherness....
And above all, family is...
Love; for all the age-old tales of sacrifice
Altruism, and Strength drawn From the influence of
Love.
For these and many more:
Family is everything lovable
ISAIAH A. ASANGALISAH
I THINK
“What’s going on up there?”
I guess those words just stated;
By my brain were then created.
Oh, I have a feeling sinking
That I can’t write about thinking
Without thinking.
The above thoughts ethereal,
Which I did contemplate,
To you I do relate
By typing to make them real.
Right now, this very minute,
I ponder what next
Should fill this text,
What thoughts should go within it?
Enough, enough, this is tough stuff !
(Whoops, those thoughts just crept in.
As creation of this poem is here employed
Those random thoughts I cannot avoid).
Oh me!
I’ll expand this poem for I feel I ought.
Feelings do often then lead to thought.
With cogitation I could decide what’s next
And with further contemplation fill this text.
Perhaps with thoughtful concentration
And directed meditation
A thought or two I could convey to you.
That I‘ve tried to do!
I begin to realize that behind my eyes
Is an ever active realm inducive
Of thought, mine alone, exclusive.