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I was so strongly beaten by my fate,
one girl i loved so much,but i was late.
i loved her from the depth of my heart,
like birds who cant remain apart,
if i don't get her i would die,
like 3.14 equals to pie.
In this world,
its so hard to remain single,
but i don't have any problem,
if she agrees to mingle.
if she is angry with me,
i apologize for all my deeds,
like those irritating weeds who destroy the seeds.
Its so irritating to stand in a queue,
especially for a girl,
with whom you want to start your life as fresh and new.
I could see her in my dreams,
I could feel her in my thought,
but the problem was that ,
I just can't forgot.
From the day i saw her,
Her love burnt me with such intense fire,
but let me tell you,
i am a consummate liar.
My first meeting with her was so strange,
like aeroplanes from the cloud sprang,
i wish,if i could get her,
i would fulfill all her needs,
like sweet fruits grow from their seeds.
After the first it was my last,
I was little bit confused,why was it so fast.
expressions of the eyes,
vibration of the soul,
bad beginning for me from rest of the all.
You fall in love ,
like bubbles of water hug,
you try your best to talk,
like something written with blood instead of chalk.
But all your hopes are crushed in juices,
when someone comes in between and fuses.
but how can my heart forget her
which is dancing in her sweet memories,
like swaying leaves of some lovely trees
Form:
We all started life a sheath of blank pages
Able to be shaped into anything.
Paper aeroplanes, an artist’s canvas, a library book.
Our parents determine what kind of paper we are
-Cardstock, coloured tissue or plain white sheets.
As we grow, our friends, our families, our teachers
Etch the ink into us,
Page by page, letter by letter
Building up our childhoods.
We felt everyone knew better than us,
(and perhaps they did)
So, we obeyed, listened and absorbed everything
-morals, actions, behaviours-
Until attentiveness turned into reticence,
Til compliance became blind trust.
We trusted everyone by our sides, trusted what they said,
What they told us to do.
Until we realised we shouldn’t.
Nobody had ever showed us
The callous hands that tore instead of turned,
Ripping out our pages for their own.
Nobody showed us what it felt like
To have your story stolen,
To feel oneself drown beneath another’s ink.
Now I have just one question
How do I rewrite what was burned?
A restaurant full of families
And I sit there with mine
A broken one, where none of our souls are combined
Three of us seated and three phones on the table
Waiting for one of us to pick it up and pretend they're stable
Hotel bill in my hands have turned into pretty aeroplanes
But little do they know
My planes don't fly anymore
They are designed to look like they enjoy the skies
Yet my plane still dreams of its first flight
My plane wants to capture the strong gushing winds
And use them all to fuel its wings
A leap of faith is all it wants to take
But after all it's just a paper plane, so it sits in a restaurant as they both empty their plates.
What a lovely chat we had
The five of us together
We talked about this and that
Without mention of the weather
There were Fay and Chris, Elaine and Harold
And of course, there's me
Fay and I were already friends
We'd never met the other three
What a lovely chat we had
A charming reminisce
Of days gone by, simpler times
And old-fashioned things like this
We talked about how life has changed
From bygone days we'd known
And the sometimes sad and happy experience
Of living on our own
We chatted about computers
Optic fibres and the like
Cars and trains and aeroplanes
And remembered our first bike
What a lovely chat we had
Sitting in a ring
We talked about new skill we'd found
And that sort of thing
We discussed technology
And religion too
When the time was running out
We found we had similar points of view
There will always be change
Things don't ever stay the same
Only God is constant
And in his holy name
That we find security
In his loving care
He was and is and will be
Everlasting there
What a lovely chat we had
New friendships can be found
By the oldest means of communication
We have found a common ground
Let’s have a staycation, Ted said (he won’t fly
because if he did he would certainly die)
Don’t know how those aeroplanes stay in the sky
You won’t change my thinking so please don’t try
His wife said we just took a family vote
We’re flying abroad while you go by boat
We’ll get there first but we’ll try not to gloat
You still can relax in the time you’re afloat
And so off he goes with his luggage on board
And calm is the sea so he feels quite assured
The plane overhead not as high as you’d think
That’s not his concern so he goes for a drink
Was that his wife’s plane, she’s welcome to that
You're safer afloat even if you’re a prat
He said thank you God for the family vote
It was about then that the plane hit the boat
I may be small
But the Lord will make me big
He who turns a boy into a man
Magnify me
He who turns a midget into a giant
Magnify me
I may be a fool
But the Lord has made me wise
All men have two eyes
But I have three
Most men only look
But I can see
He who turns a civilian into a soldier
Magnify me
He who turns a peasant into a prince
Magnify me
I may be homeless
Wandering hopelessly in limbo
But the Lord can give me a home
He could place a castle on top of a fruitful land
And I will testify to the power of God
And I will sing to his glory
And tell the world my story
He who turned David into a king
Magnify me
He who gave power unto to Samson
Magnify me
He who operates in the air
Magnify me
You may be poor
But the Lord has not forgotten
And even if you smell like gutter
And eat food that is rotten
He who made Jaja a slave to become king
Magnify me
Because it is not by our power that we have succeeded
Foemen would have stepped on our heads
If we had conceded
He who made the universe
Oh! Magnify me
He who separated the land from water
Oh! Magnify me
He who created humanity
Oh! Magnify me
He who created the gods and angels
Oh! Magnify me
They may have technology
And the ability to create
From aeroplanes to cars
And guns that we think are great
But I have sent petitions to the highest power
He whose intelligence supersedes that of men
Oh! Magnify me
He who scientists think he does not exist
Oh! Magnify me
As I stand before you each day on the account of sin
And may your wrath not engulf us like raging fire
He who turns clay into steel
Oh! Magnify me
He who turns fire into ice
Oh! Magnify me
He who turns flesh into spirit
Oh! Magnify me
He who lays nations low
Oh! Magnify me
He who makes nations great
Oh! Magnify me
Because it is not by our power that we have succeeded
Foemen would have stepped on our heads
If we had conceded
Shine your light
And liberate us from darkness
Break the chains
Oh! Lord and the shackles on our feet
Guide us Great Sheppard to the green pastures that we eat
And save us from the lions’ mouth
Draw your sword and spear
And grab hold of your shield
Show us mercy and do not destroy what you have built
I am trying to write a poem for May you see,
But I have a mental block so I'll rest to take tea.
And while I'm resting perhaps a thought or two will occur
In my mind's eye; or away with the fairies if you prefer.
It's not easy writing a poem when words don't come to mind
So I'm sitting [ no actually I'm kneeling ] thinking of words to find.
I've tried the sea, the mountains and even the lakes,
Oh! how I wish words would come for goodness sake!
There are so many things one could write about,
For instance gentlemen in bars drinking their stout
Or women at home looking after the children, doing the chores,
Going to church on Sundays then going off to the stores.
Going for a picnic down winding leafy lanes,
Perhaps taking to flight on Continental aeroplanes.
Going for a ride on horseback, galloping along,
Even orating at Hyde Park Corner to the throng.
There are so many things that one could do and say.
Aha! Go to the seaside on a lovely May spring day
And eat ice creams galore walking along the shore
Now that would be n'ice, let's buy some more.
I remember you happiness
through the early aroma
of grinded coffee beans
wafting gently from
the coffee corner shop
I remember you through
the freshly bread 'scent
from the baker's sour rising yeast.
I remember you through
musicians playing in piazas
through the buzzling sounds
of the city's cobbled alleys and streets
Through the children's laughter
running to ice-cream parlours,
Tourists in front of Cathedrals
Old people chit-chatting on benches
on a mid-springtime breeze .
I remember you happiness
through the eyes of new couples
strolling hand -in -hand by a sandy beach
Through the Sunday Mass and priest on the altar
Through morning picnic'gatherings
of relatives ,our dogs,and families.
I remember you happiness through
yachts birthing at the grand harbour
through aeroplanes landing in foreign lands
through moments of Birthdays and Weddings
A dinner shared with our closest friends.
Today Coffee Shops are empty
Restaurants are closed
Our island is a ghost town
How long this story goes?
Today I hear no airplanes'sounds
The yachts not to be seen
Cathedrals,Churches closed
Yet I pray on my knees.
Today there are no tourists here
All children are inside
This Covid 19 desease
is worst than and Boogey-men
It killed our people
Placed tears within our eyes
Today the only way to see my friends
is virtually on skyoe
My mothet's hug I'm to resist
So She remains alive
Today the world's a scary place
But together we will fight
With faith ,with love,
Determined like our ancestors
We leave this page behind.
Tomorrow there's a rainbow
Till then we have the rain
In rain's a silver -lining
From each loss there are lessons
Lessons we're to gain.
To appreciate our loved ones
Our island and this world
Together we will make it
This evil beast will end.
My molten core is bursting at the seams
Billowing ash and smoke circle above
Volcanic eruptions are on the rise
Intense balls of fire I toss from my glove
That damnation isle, this Icelandic land
Eating away at our profits, typically planned
This mother nature, no dollar sense
No bonus for us, can she redistribute and condense
Mankind has been playing hardball too long
His head's over-sized and his ego too strong
Iceland is but the tip of the iceberg
I'm now plotting the next eruption surge
There she goes firing of again
Airports are closing, grounding more aeroplanes
Tourism again hampered by her vociferous bellows
Which is a pain in the ass for us holidaying fellows
Don't toy with my gifts; I'll be more gentle
Your fine Earthly home is but a rental
Be kind to my creatures both great and small
Perhaps my fiery heart will cool down after all
Perhaps we have been harsh shooting from the hip
It's a trait of man, it's why we self worship
We appear to have grown a streak of selfishness
As we now look around at our self made mess
Just listen to the nightingale’s song—
you will know God’s compositions
are flawless, without error.
No earthly force can drown its melody,
woven with beauty and complexity,
for every ear to savor.
Its voice never cracks nor falters,
a gift no man can bestow.
Whistles, trills, and warbled phrases,
unwritten, yet always pleasing,
teaching us that music
needs no single tongue.
Hence it is often said:
music has no language.
Songs can stir the feet to dance
without a single word—
as the birds themselves have shown.
The wind too hisses its song,
yet it charms the earth.
Trees, shrubs, and grasses bend,
swaying back and forth
to its rhythm,
delighting in the dance.
Nature sings without instruments,
its melodies whole and pure.
We copy and claim them,
yet God never claimed a copyright
when He composed the first songs.
Through nature, God is the teacher:
the flight of birds in aeroplanes,
the sailing of fish in ships,
the motion of beast in cars.
Nothing we sing is truly new.
What we call song composition
was already in His creation.
All beautiful songs are first His,
for all good things begin with God.