I once gazed at the sky
The clouds have various faces, I see
I smiled as I was fascinated by its timeless beauty
In a minute I was captured
Call me eccentric, I don’t mind
This is who I am
I tell you, there are arts beneath
each faces of the sky
It shows faces of a Man
The sky sometimes bursts into tears
Like a man amid great sufferings
The sky sometimes dark but yet failed to cry
Like a man being relieved after a threat
When the sky shines,
Listen, it is everyone’s smile
There is always a light behind its shadows
Like the reality of life
tomorrows do come
I realized the thunder is the storm
It frightened a man and wishes it didn’t come
When it strikes, knees do shiver
Stars at night have always been my favorite spot
They glittered like a Christmas light
I see stars as I see people
Crowded! But born to be united
With Him Alone is the brightest star
But the reality of life is always visible
When Stars fall, a Man does
Falling stars are dead
"Blue Sky"
Lyn- Jenne
Will it be too much to ask, Lord?
To meet him even at once
That once in a lifetime
I could say
His and mine path crossed
Something I could blurted out
On my petty but precious notebook
Or will you tell me,
“this girl is irrationally insane!”
If I ask to own
His beautiful heart
Will you tell me,
I don’t have the prerogative, Oh Lord?
Even to dream this impossible dream
I’m afraid you’ll tell me
Who am I to ask for such a Star?!
And how could I pen this foolish poetry
With his gentle voice underneath my ear
A silent utterance can’t you bear?
In this, another dreamy night
Where I hold
This impossible dream the most
And I beg Your gracious pardon
Oh, Lord
That I, Your irrationally insane child
Ask You
For such a wishful yet unreachable dream
"Lyn-Jenne"
My dear
If you meet me
Halfway
You will soon meet
Me at my finest listless
Slow like a worm
A total birdbrain
Pardon, pardon
My dear
These were
My silent acclaim
Reiterate your word
Reiterate your action
But mind's constant motion
... ... ...
Could you
imagine me
How distressing 'tis
I know, I know
You'll mock
Such idiotism
I know, I know
My thoughtless behavior
Enraged you
You see
Even this idiot
Doesn't seem to be
A senseless idiot
I am not mad
I cannot be
But, I say unto you
Bear with me
With utmost plead
Neither I wish
To be an idiot
Like this
Can you imagine
How tormenting
'Tis to be
Like me
These were the times
I thought
Of seclusion
'Cause I feel like
Only Me, Myself and I
Can withstand
And have you
Ever thought
I thought
To pen this foolish
Poetry
"Deluxe"
Lyn-Jenne
Friends don't walk together all the time
Some turn left
Some go straight
Some turn right
You just got to find your own light
But do not forget
The memories we earned
When the universe conspired
And at once brought us as one
Friends, do not forget
How our laughter turned to a shade of tears
Do not forget
When hopes became fear
The fights, the battles
The loses and the wins
All but part of an undying ends
Our lives don't stick in one space
We need to move pace by pace
If anyone of us
Need to breathe alone
Feel free to break the dawn
'Cause we are butterflies
We tend to fly otherwise
So, friends, if this is a goodbye
Let this be passed physically
And let not our hearts take a bite
"Crossover"
Lyn-Jenne
This is not me
When anger consumes me
This is not me
I cuss, I shout
I let my tongue out
This is not me
I lose control
I lose self-discipline
I lose myself
I lose God
When I'm fuming mad
This is not me
A new Me born
Each time I get myself burn
And I, always hated myself
"Livid"
Lyn-Jenne
Here comes the sun
The friendly and abundant sun
Blissfully showering her radiance
Unto poets like me on the ground
Here comes the sun
Speaks no evil, speaks no dry
Unto the gloomy hearts
But praises with a fresh bread start
Here comes the sun
The sympathetic and trusted pal
You turn days into nights
When I weep and you sob
You give me a shelter---you're rough bed clouds
To conceal my drops underneath your drops
And then you relinquish my doubts
As you say, "Hello" again and runs back.
"Here comes the sun"
Lyn-Jenne
One beautiful afternoon
With my precious bicycle I roam around
In a city of love where couples are in love
And I give each girl a rose
The couples--- at their most beautiful smile
A picture of perfect pulchritude
And the sky witness how each corner blossoms
His compatriot clouds agree--- walk smilingly!
Oh, February! Forget the miseries even just for a day!
I drop off and turn to the fountain of love
Coins, like silver glimmer in the roots of water
An instant glimpse
of every pure but homeless heart
Then a poke draws out my attention
An angelic, little face offers his coin to me
With wrinkles in my forehead he left me
Still startled I stare at the coin
But the coin joins in the circle of silvers
Another count of a pure but homeless heart
Now filled--- with your astonishing pair of blue eyes
"February"
Lyn Jenne
Sunrise
Beautiful scenery
Engrosses the universe
Light amid greater turbulence
Hope
Lyn-Jenne
"Sunrise"
I wonder how the Artist drew the sky
I bet He was delighted
He painted it with a crystal blue
I wonder how the Artist drew the sky
But soon painted a fainted face--- bluer than blue!
I wonder how the Artist drew the sky
Every stroke of His hand gained Him the upper hand
I wonder how the Artist drew the sky
And seized visible emotions at once
All but photographed in one canvas
I wonder how the Artist drew the sky
A first-rate masterpiece and worth a never ending scenery
I bet no other artists could beat His artistry
Not even a novice poet like me
"The Masterpiece"
Lyn-Jenne
There will never be world peace
Unless there's no chaos in every mind
There will never be world peace
Unless there's no piece of grudge in every heart
There will never be world peace
Unless there's no evil deed
There will never be world peace
Unless vengeance has no space
There will never be world peace
Unless everyone is kind
There will never be world peace
Unless everyone is gentle
There will never be world peace
Unless everyone is patient
There will never be world peace
Unless everyone is well-mannered
There will never be world peace
Unless everyone fears God
There will never be world peace
Without changes both in mind and soul
There will never be world peace
Without unity
-Untitled
Lyn-Jenne
I was the effect and your pretty folly was the cause
I was a blessing but you were the curse
I was a seed but you were the ruthless soil
I was a tiny blood but you were the burning flame
I was a little innocent but you were soulless
I was an offspring I never had the chance to grow
Like I once an aye until I became a nay
Like a disgusting dust in the wind
I am now a living phantom
Every trash bin you see is my grave
Every garbage waste is my manger
Every raindrop you feel is my tear
Every air you touch is my breath
Every nightmare is my endless call
Every lightning and thunder will be the day I die
See my shadow in every corner
Until the day you will repent
The very day you blew me away
Like a disgusting dust in the wind
Voiceless (The Mourning of the Unborn Child)
Lyn-Jenne
-Poetry-
Poetry is not dead
As long as human exists so it does
Poetry is not dead
As long as music lives so it does
Poetry is not dead
As long as moment stays so it does
Poetry is not dead
As long as art remains art so it does
Poetry is not dead
‘Tis someone’s passion
‘Tis someone’s breath
‘Tis someone’s companion
Poetry is not dead
‘Tis the song of every heart
The perfect combination of melody and lyrics
Poetry is not dead
The evidence of every emotion
The masterpiece in a man’s canvas
Poetry is not dead
The confidant of a man’s heart
The diary that speaks history
Poetry is not dead
The tattoo on a man’s blood
The picture of nature’s pulchritude
Lyn-Jenne
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