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Youth
Strong, agile, energetic
Resilient and passionately
hardworking.
Preparing a place worthwhile
To grasp and grab
The best of life's offers.
Mounting pressure to pursue
Hands on plough
No looking back.
For the crown
Bearing the cross
Cruising with the youth
Roads, crooked and straight.
Fate, blurring and unknown
Before the night
Making a worthy noon.
Elder
The night is here
Bodily bent, old constant tremble
Senility creeping in
Weak bones within wrinkled
flesh.
The wisdom tooth, a pride
Each night, a grey hair.
Children and memories
Moonlight and tales
Waiting...
Reveries of young
Legacies set and shared
Waiting for the angel of death.
Dead
Accomplished end
Expected beginning.
Adieu, good night
It is all morning here.
Alone to claim
The record beyond
Good or bad.
At the left then Eden
Watching posterity
From a blessed bossom.
The blue of the sky is sadness,
which covers the earth as a thickened scale,
and encloses it with a gripping force.
The purple of the sky is the virtue from this sadness,
but only for a moment, only to return again to the blueness as before.
The green of the sky is happiness,
which can never be, for this life is one of pain, one of agony.
Alpha and Omega is only just a moment,
neither the beginning nor the end,
only an extension of the moment, an endless moment.
So see it through my troubled friend,
do not grieve nor mourn, for life is
only but a moment, a moment of agony.
If you are blue,
why look for days in which you’ll turn green,
be content with sorrow’s call, live on in misery.
To search for that which is not there
is foolishness my friend, so resign yourself
without regret to the quest of golden dreams.
If you should find your happiness, if you should turn green,
what my friend have you accomplished? For life is
but a lengthened moment, a moment of evil darkness.
Yes, you’ll be blue forever,
and sometimes stained with purple,
but it can only be a moment, a moment of nightmare.
It starts out and ends up with Love
for a partner you think the world of
Yet the middle poses daily tests
where the verdict of a marriage rests
To list all these tests would take a book
So let's just take the briefest look
At qualities you'll need in spades
To earn yourselves a passing grade
Acceptance I feel is number one
It keeps a marriage healthy, fun
Use it when you learn that 'perfection'
Is a goal wise couples shun
Next comes mutual respect, understanding
Never accomplished by grandstanding
Always respect each other's space and privacy
Know when hugs are needed, or a gentle "I see"
One last quality that's key is good cheer and optimism
Loving greetings and goodbyes - never negativism
Encourage, inspire and support; lend a helping hand
Cultivate all this and Love ~ even marriage can withstand
If I had those pretentious brains which act faster than this heart
maybe then I would abhore this soul which spreads freely through each verse
maybe then I would impress you with my intellectual grammar and sophisticated words
maybe then I would scrutinize my each and every coma,dot and exclamationmark!
But I would never let that happen,I'd rather go away.
Writing with my mind and not my heart leads only to asylum within the being of myself.
Poetry is my voice,my life,my escape,my each emotion stored,processed in a yesterday
breathing softly in fresh air,wanting to explode in death, love,passion and romance.
Each verse, a thought I'm able to scribe of yet unable to express through spoken words.
Maybe in a tomorrow you might pass by ,tread your footstep on my verse
but maybe in a today,a broken-hearted fool stops by to find comfort in my world
Maybe a prisoner, an insane man,a tramp ,or any outcast to society
would pick these shattered pieces and gather them as whole
and maybe through this scribbled cross-word puzzle finds God'love once again.
Maybe a little child who understands only little words
would turn the pages of silly rhymes i penned
rhymes which speak of moon and stars,angels,dreams and faries
and maybe He would smile, maybe He would laugh
Maybe he would dream ,the way i used to dream
and maybe He would write the most eloquent sonnet
or maybe just simple words about blossoming flowers
And maybe then,my mission is accomplished,and maybe I feel blessed.
Charma
a multitude of paths
unknown unwind under my feet
an intricate maze of choices
lie before my dazzled eyes
I try my best to grasp
which turn is right
which route leads astray
which lane leads to my goals
but cannot truly decipher
with any grain of certainty
the walls are high
the shadows tall and deep
subtle solemn secrets
hide under winding hallways
I search for light in form
of a glowing guiding gleam
to follow in this ever turning
perplex maze
but find none that will solve my fate
before my journey is done
after a deep breath
in the sacred solemn silence
I close my eyes to the surrounds
gaze within myself
to make out the centre of this maze
where the road begins
decrypt the way out
of the tangled labyrinth
without stumbling down
the depth of a profound precipice
soon a clear light glows
within my inner self
signalling to me the path
I need follow
through winding alleys of thorns
shrubs, spines and serpentine lanes
across uncharted uphill spaces
in the wide open sky
under the shine of a scorching sun
to reach the goal of truth
I strictly follow
the direction of the light
viewing it as my destined fate
to tread rough rugged roads
braving all odds on the journey
to exit out of the labyrinth
reach the dear destined destination
as an accomplished man
bearing the marks of life
lived in loneliness.
'twas in a room in Blandford, on a bright spring day
When a voice within my head a whispering, whispering to my dismay
For the voice grew from a whisper , and it would not go away
The voice was dry and eerie, Like demons from the days of yore
So I was emboldened and challenged, what want est from me thou this day
And the voice replied sadistically, I'm here to take you away
Now you have read of the raven, from the pen of Edgar Allen Poe
And i'm a relative of the raven, and our lord wants you to know
That poets like you, increase the spirit of mere mortal men
So i'm here to maybe frighten, even more to stop you writing
And to even stop thee from creating hero's, like the poets from days of yore
If to stop thee I must kill thee, then I am willing for its a dead I have accomplished before
As the evil voice was cackling, my mind aghast was flapping
Wondering if today would be my last, and if I was bound for Hades shore
Then a voice so soft and tender, cried out spirit I demand your surrender
And I looked and saw a hero, straight from Thermopalies blood red shore
Stood with shining sword and shield, it was a warrior from Spartan lore
and the voice in my head quietened, and I knew I was safe for sure
Safety is but an illusion, in a world of hurt and pain
Sometimes the only victory, is for the sun to oust the rain
But 'im aware deep in my heart of hearts, that the rain will come again
So I must be like the sun, bold unshackled and free
So that when the rain returns I may be unwavering, and burn it away
And maybe ill be free for life eternal, like bold Homer in Dauntes tale of yore
Through these verses I divulge my poetical expressions
to ignore criticism and not hoot while extricating my ideals;
my work is marked by indisputable integrity,
more plausible than a woman's chastity!
Recognition and deserving honor are nice,
but they are the least rewards I seek,
best of the best...who ever was ?
Worst of the worst.. I cannot be!
I fall between these two, lest I fault
and fairly deserve the dungeon...
the crowds not applauding my effort,
not proclaiming me a champion!
My words are soave, sometimes as rigid as hooves of a horse...
reminding all that I am as human as anyone else who bleeds and rejoices,
but my creativity is not satiated by inferior knowledge or bizarre notions,
although my glory is never accompanied by real expectations!
Like Homer and Virgil the masters of ancient poetry,
I do praise their work, and recognize their genius shining in their word;
Troy fell and Rome rose to prominence by a bloody sword;
I don't fall by trickery, I stand on my fortress of liberty!
My obligation must be fulfilled by ardous work, I will not depart,
or merely linger on...until this mission is faithfully accomplished, and this voice,
before fading, invokes its last sunset to finally fall silent;
and if readers acclaim me, I have succeeded in my poetical expressions!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
For years I never knew I had a big Brother
I always thought I was the only child
Family secrets I needed to hear, but never got
Everyone in the family knew about it but me
Forbidden paths
Heaven knew, but me
A piece of my life hidden
Somehow stored in a treasure chest in never to find out
Grand Mother was at her death bed, and she stated she needed to tell me something
I had no idea what it was nor what she was actually going to say
She just stated, “I have a brother”
You can imagine my surprise
My mind relished on lies
I told my Grand Mother on why did she wait until now to tell me
She replied, “She wasn’t sure how I was going to take the news
How do you think I felt at that moment?
Felt betrayed, lied to and a family out cast
It seemed I was separated from family in not being part of the family
My life seemed to be a mystery with whatever lies still remained
I know my Grand Mother mean well, but why wait until her death?
All I could do was ponder
I was beyond mad, and couldn’t cry
My big brother was born years before me, and I would be his baby brother
There would be much I would have to say go him, but nothing is fault
The introduction would be hard to explain since he was in foster care
He became a Medical Doctor
The family would have a doctor in the house
However, he is not in my house since I don’t feel like I am part of the family
Pondering moment
Why the secret?
We never grew up together
Family disrespect comes to mine as I should have been told first hand
I take it being ashamed of me in what I accomplished feeling like a failure
I didn’t become a doctor, but achieved in life in what I was meant to accomplish
Life goes on, and hidden facts can’t stop me from living
The circumstance is what it is
I am a moving torch with life shining bright.
THE DREAMS
Surely, one day
We will have to get to our way
Forgetting the bad past
Hoping for the good future really fast.
Working day and night
Whether under a torch or a sunlight
Keep succeeding, oh my dear,
Keeping the things in the mind very clear.
Your nightmares should scare you
And the will be the one to dare you
But don't forget to think extreme
And feel accomplished after completion of your dream.
Everything gets changed by a positive hope
Every stream has a great scope
Until it's done,
You foolish, don't even think the battle has been won.
Start working hard
Or else become a security guard
You can do everything with your strong will
And soon the results will make you thrill.
Do the hard work now
So that you aren't embarrassed and have to bow
Try not quit
Just accept a bit.
Fix your hard goals
If you want to enjoy and eat a rice bowl
Take it up as a mission
Only one thing in your vision.
How fast goes away the time,
Now stop playing with the slime
Be brave but do not cry
Answer everyone who asks you why.
This is a very tough fight
But work hard if you want to be in the spotlight
So, try and give a start
Hope you all will become smart.
You should have its fear
You could even get your eyes filled with tear
Everything is very precious
And good future us auspicious.
Sponsor: EMILE PILET
The cross must be at the centre
for Christ to have His effect
there Jesus paid full atonement
for those His father did elect
The cross that has no Christ
will be to us no use
we'll still be covered in our sins
no better than the wild moose
The cross with no shed blood
cannot have the crucified one
for Jesus nailed on that tree
when the great transaction was done
The cross has the power
when we are at our weakest
to fill us with Jesus
resurrection power to all that seekest
The cross is the root of Christianity
there Jesus accomplished His fathers will
as God had planned before eternity
ponder this as you stand still
The cross changed history
as God told His true story
AUTHOR NOTES: The Cross, the centre of all humanity, whether you believe or disbelieve, it can't be ignored for one day you'll face its consequences.