Long Birth Poems
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Pieces of heaven littered the ground
A fallen angel cast down to earth
At the throne of God trumpets sound
On our planet this was evil's birth
Lucifer thinks he will rule one day
A fallen angel cast down to earth
With free will we can go his way
Temptation is a powerful thing
Lucifer thinks he will rule one day
When a man resists the angels sing
God offers salvation to all who ask
Temptation is a powerful thing
There is true light in which we can bask
Darkness one day will yield to God's might
God offers salvation to all who ask
We are meant to be Citizens of light
Darkness one day will yield to God's might
Heavenly city descends to the ground
At the throne of God trumpets sound
From ancient times to these modern days:
aspirations, dreams, riches, power and poverty
remain unchanged as it was, so it will be...
if in wine there's truth, let words compromise;
if peoples are nothing new with their actions
ready for wondrous works or destruction,
who will be praised for that grandeur...
the builder who constantly labors or the destroyer
who tears everything down with fierce indignation,
being envious of whom whose fate is without demise?
Some accept friendships without questioning, without having a clue;
what a shame is to face the final, dire consequences,
when explanations become very obscure and confusing...
we should have seen it coming, not trusting it to appearances,
changing from the state it was, not increasing the slip of the tounge;
and though many were of noble birth, they too were excuted by bloody hands.
Laws are only appreciated by upright and decent citizens
for the sake of their government to assure a peaceful living;
but how does a cry of justice effect us, if peoples are nothing new;
have we condemned what they can't understand to exscuse ourselves?
My inspiration came from the Latin phrase:
I am a man, nothing concerning mankind
is alien to me
On the drive to work as the sun beams for Me
My mind and core still always reeling
Can't comprehend the depth of feeling
As you helped to ease and fix
A heart that had once all but stopped it's desperate beating
Once a girl standing on a fresh grave
With no words fitting for it's stone
Sitting in offices, trying to act brave
Counting pills in a hand that felt
The death of part of its soul
As it flew away like a wounded bird
Wanting and yearning to be seen and be heard
Broken and useless, Afraid and a burden
Now a woman who's standing in her own grace
A partner by her side , no longer lingering in place
Words flowing deeply from her expanse
Standing in her own scene , eyes gleaming
Thankful her core has a fresh chance to dream
Feeling the light winds of travel
As a new bird that's just hatched
Ready to see what life will unravel
I released my breath and reminded myself that this too shall pass. I didn't realise it would be this painful. Tears filled my eyes as yet another contraction racked my body. It came at regular intervals now. I hoped this ordeal would be over soon. But that was not to be.
Half a day later, I was still crying out in agony. This was worse than dying. I couldn't bear it anymore. In anguish, I prayed, "How much longer, Lord?" I was tired and my throat felt hoarse. I never thought I could cry so many tears. I simply wanted to close my eyes and drift off to a painless sleep.
Finally, after TWELVE of the most gut-wrenching and the lo............ngest hours of my travail, my cute, little cherub came into this world. And my! Was I happy!
My unspoken agony
Drowned my sulking cheeks in its essence,
And I,
Could only wet my lips,
And pluck, from my chin,
A streaming flow of tears or two
Which I placed on the night sky
With the help of my finger!
My tears appeared there as black dots
Giving the night sky the impression
Of being polluted!
What a waste, whispered my mind,
Are you not supposed to be a lover
Of nature's purity?
Does it even matter, breathed my soul,
Everything is bound to come and go
As waves do on the seashores;
No one wave can be said to look like the others!
And while everything does go on its way,
Suffering remains present all the way through
Does it even matter if floods of tears
Drown your eyes, or, if you use them
To dirty the night sky?
It does matter, heaved my heart,
It does matter as my sufferings weigh on me
And make me feel like I am myself
Covered with black dots,
Being, so like a flower,
Shredded into millions of pieces,
As, my beauty was deemed as being worthless
By the one to tend me day and night,
So much,
That he chose another to adorn the vase
On his dining table!
But then, as the gloom of my dark spots
Steadily invaded the night sky,
I saw a child, naked, adorned solely with silver wings,
Saunter along the firmament only to touch
My black dots with his finger,
Turning them, while doing so,
Into red ones!
Pray, laughed he in an echoing voice,
Why do you cry?
Have you no faith in the power of the Gods?
Those dots have been meant to be imbibed
With passion even before you took birth!
What shall be,
Remains the sole wish of the skies!
Doubt it not,
Fight it not,
Rather, live it,
Live it as I do,
Live it as who you were once,
A child, carefree and reckless,
Seeking solely to quench the thirst of her passion!
For Contest Polka Dots
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Written on 20th Jan 2019
Constellations condensed! Milky-Way manifested!
Wizardry, like Aladdin lamp, timely tested!
A mini animal kingdom: Great! Mild and wild!
Zodiac zone is puzzle of senile-smile piled!
Centered on greatest light-giver, the sun's movements,
Creaming the birth-death layers with sun-moon complements;
Adding stars to them like salt to delicacy,
Or sugar or honey to fresh juice fallacy...
Pleasing pure personality pearls of persons,
Like fine film fares, full of fancy fragile fashions;
Pulsating movements, like the heart-beat, so rhythmic,
Convincing humans to move toward the cosmic...
Ego, though glittering gold, dares determine,
Goals gearing and motivating dire discipline;
Emotions, habits and cultures grandly blending,
Like wheels of cart harmoniously suspending...
Mother earth; life-giving water; infinite sky;
Cleansing fire; and air the preserving breathe nigh;
It's incorporation of all five elements,
Yet there are, like bones in flesh, split psychic movements…
Zodiacs, like weather-cocks, once did indicate,
Season's surges and formidable farmer's fate;
Zodiac zone is a world great with all fullness,
Each creature has its birth chart in its sea-vastness...!
04 December 2021
''Z'' Contest, New or Old - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Beneath the stretched-out, nocturnal firmament, thoughts overwhelm my being,
Questions unassuaged by answers, echo of the void,
About forests of the future, trees with waiting roots,
About children from untold dreams, with smiles that cannot be found.
Those books with pages lamenting for the ink's caress,
How they remain closed in the drawers of oblivion, begun and never finished,
Phantoms of words unspoken lay heavy on my parched tongue,
Stories conceived in the soul open new worlds, but they don't birth them.
I'm haunted by these staffs who've been unsummoned, unallowed to exist,
Every failed step, each heavy silence laden with the inability to voice,
In every unequipped dream, in every yearning pieced with the unspoken,
On the blank pages, in the unorchestrated symphonies of the insatiable heart.
I will not understand, in this dock-life laid out in seconds,
What the call of the clouds that never rained on me would have been,
Whether the stubborn stems that insist on rising to the light, the sources of laughter that winds haven't carried,
The readings that could have been savored, the stories that should have been lived.
Garlands of uncertainties will become my crown until my last breath,
And perhaps beyond the barricade of existence, where the violin's flames extinguish,
Questioning remains hidden in the soul's chamber: have I spoken what needed to be spoken?
Is it enough what I've dug out, spread, or has everything submerged without echo, in forgetfulness?
Every dusk brings me these torches of thought not taken to the end,
To paths untrodden, to stories on destiny’s lips, unembraced,
To unsanctified lives, to fairytales woven into the heart's depths and then lost,
And I immerse myself in the solitary, vast question of the silent chamber: what might have been, if...?
But in the enchantment of this waltz of time, of birth and disappearance,
In the grayness of these thoughts, these fleeting reveries that transmute into melancholy,
I discover a translucent mastery, in the unseen that extends its hand to me,
And in the fog of what will forever be hidden, I find a magical way to be.
The way of craft
Comes with a surge
In simple draft
That funds sure urge.
The path of deed
Becomes more clear
When mind finds need
In work that cheers.
The truth shows how
Will and firm poise
Can show you now
To work fond choice.
The style you form
To weave the thought
And forge new norm
Impacts plain plot.
The charm of play
Can spring a truth
That sparks fond say
In cheery proof.
The hands find will
To work with things
That forge and fill
Joy that now springs.
The hands of man
Can make or break
The bonds that tend
In what we stake.
The soul knows well
The lessons here
That come to dwell
To live right here.
The problem first
Comes to appeal
To learning thirst
That will then heal.
The answer sought
In each new wave
Cannot be bought
Yet work can save.
The light shines here
If we but see
The night that clears
To show beauty.
The smiles that curl
Upon your face
Will thus unfurl
Wise time and space.
The faith and hope
That love now brings
Can sculpt new scope
In endless springs.
The wise know then
That life goes on
Both now and when
Love seeds beyond.
The fool just knows
A blindness full
As whispers show
An empty pool.
The plain know reach
In simple quest
For life does teach
In mundane jest.
The road we take
Serves each most well
For what we make
Now surely tells.
The goods of earth
Can be a load
That burdens birth
Here on the road.
The signs foretell
The story plot
For thoughts we dwell
Unleash sure lot.
The zest that fills
Each heart and soul
Is cause that heals
And makes us whole.
The frame of mind
That heart knows best
Can fill in kind
The easy fest.
The touch of will
Springs forth fond wit
That jest can fill
In all that fits.
The life we live
Comes by design;
For all we give
Comes back as finds.
Leon Enriquez
12 December 2014
Singapore
Angels clustered Heavenly sky
To tell the world Jesus was nigh
They heard, in a stable forlorn
Baby Jesus was being born.
The Son of God, His Holy gift
A new born King to us He gives
And Joseph his sweet child he kissed
His every prayer had been granted.
Mary laid Jesus on the hay
On that unique first Christmas Day
Then knelt in thanks to God the Lord
And promised to care for her ward.
Bitter hearts that cannot find rest
Souls that could not ever be blessed
May glory and God's love run through
God's will be done on earth to you.
Never forsake the dear Lord's name
For that would only produce shame
You certainly wouldn't wish to find
What was coming up from behind.
To feel the love, to feel the touch
Have faith in the heavenly crutch
It's a celebration of joy
Birth of a Holy baby boy.
Alleluia!
I want you to know my dear daughter
I thought of you every day
The thought you say your daughter hates me
The question asked is how can a baby hate
The answer is, a baby learns what it is taught
I never raised you to hate in any way
To disrespect or live such a troubled way
You've hurt me like no other has
In such a way it no longer bothers me
Although I think of you more then you'll know
I no longer care if I see you again
You were my dearest, my one and only
And the day I gave birth to you
Gave me bragging rights in all that you do
I showed I was proud, you didn't understand
Much time has gone by
I hardly think of you any more
The day will come, you will need me again
That day will be, when it's much too late
I won't be the one who will be so hurt
You will find that you waited much to late
My time will have ended on this dear earth
I will be gone, spending my time in Heaven
I will watch over my dear granddaughter
I will guide, guard and protect her
From the evil that you teach her
That my dear daughter is a promise
I will take care of her, from above
I will teach her how to love, honor and respect
Things I did teach you, you weren't paying attention
I want you to know my dearest daughter
I loved you before you were born
And I loved you 'till my dying day
I now love you from above
But now you're on your own without my love
Just remember this my dear daughter
You took the love I had to give my granddaughter
From her life, she'll never know
You cheated her, from a part of life
She will find out, and pay you back
When that happens, remember this
It's the same, you did to me