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I met him while walking,
and the coffee shop- soon we were talking.
He was a friendly man,
and our friendship began.
On nice days we ran,
while running he listened- I was babbling.
Telling my life story,
he was older but handsome and brainy.
A storyteller too,
we fit like an old shoe.
His blue eyes were see-through,
in those eyes I saw a soul of beauty.
And soon we were holding hands,
our new relationship had no demands.
I just accepted love,
and saw red hearts above.
I was his ladylove,
he kissed me- I wanted to do headstands.
Then, he told me something,
his job was moving- come with me darling.
I was sad and broken,
filled with dark depression.
Could I, my own life shun,
when we meet- my heart is left bleeding.
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December 9, 2017
Poetry/Rhyme/Always In My Heart
Copyright Protected, ID 17-9698-18-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest,
Age Doesn't Matter When You're In Love
sponsor, Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
Fourth Place
River Ethiope has swallowed another big
fish
River Ethiope has swallowed another big
fish
She waves her tail large the size of her
teeth
River Ethiope has swallowed a big
fish
Her hungry is a mystery
feed
Her fangs cold like her broad
hips
She is a regurgitating
beast
chews her cods
slowly
she raises her prey up down
up again and down then up
the third time and. finally chews
after some days in the belly
vomit it prey
stiff
stilled
ill
many forgotten souls lie beneath her. deep
River Ethiope has hijacked another student
Like a hawk she dives prickly
On its prey at a glance sweeps like cyclone and steals
At the brink
of her mouth another
Final year scholar she drinks who
Gone to be with the swim
is gone into
thin air only to be seen
days later on
top of her skin white, stiff still
Eyes pop out.
River Ethiope is a. beast
She never get filled
River Ethiope is found in Niger Delta area
Located in Ethiope East, Delta state in Nigeria
This poem is based on a true life story
With close personal experience
In my university days,
Delta State university , Abraka
5/6/2020
Hell Embraced
He wonders when it happened, when it was it seemed he fell.
He fell in love with darkness, he fell in love with hell.
He started loving whiskey and he loved his Friday nights.
He hated Sunday mornings, he loved those bar room fights.
He loved the taste of cigarettes and he loved his cheap cologne.
He learned to love the night life but he hated life alone.
He loved to feel the hunger and he loved to feel the burn.
He hated her for teaching him things he never wished to learn.
He loved his friends and family his love for them was strong.
Until the day they turned away the day they did him wrong.
That's the day it happened that's the moment that he fell.
He wrapped his arms around it and he embraced his hell.
They danced like there's no tomorrow long past the light of day.
They danced like no one's watching, they danced his life away.
But then came the moment he knew he slipped off track.
He stood to face the devil and then he took his life back.
He's forgiven those that hurt him he's forgiven all their wrongs.
He started writing poetry, he started writing songs.
He tells it on the mountains he admits he lost control.
He tells the world his message he bares to them his soul.
He speaks against injustice, he cries out for the weak.
He sings songs the deaf can hear the voice of those who cannot speak.
He no longer loves the darkness he stays home on Friday nights.
He loves his Sunday mornings he stays away from bar room fights.
He still smokes his cigarettes and wears his cheap cologne.
He avoids the night life and he hates life alone.
He found a brand new hunger and he feels a different burn.
He tells his own life story telling all he came to learn.
Edwin C Hofert
Whom are you following and pleasing, and bowing
Jesus, Jesus, we call, proclaim as spiritual beings
Read the Bible that shows our actual level of living
Rented in a worldly habitation, owns nothing
Pride within destroys the inner spirit prevailing
Self-righteous judgment is a scheme of the devil confronting
God of peace compels us to seek peace
Love never gets tired of loving
Countless forgiveness wipes away wars, anger, and revenge, and ceases
Does your religion include these attributes that allow praising
Whom are you following and pleasing, and bowing
Remember, we are to do good work and be stewards accountable
Making others sad is not what God’s desired plan is
Sharing Joy and salvation is the true sacrifice acceptable
Christ set standards, forgave on the cross, the cruel crowd in pious attire
Whom are you following and pleasing, and bowing
Do not get deceived by knowing the Bible
Living the Bible is two different things
Following both will save you and escape the thirsty hell howling
Cleansing every day is a necessity of the life we live in
Failing which, we are doomed to our destruction beginning
Don't be a fake Christian, need to answer for every act we involved in.
Whom are you following and pleasing, and bowing
Know your God by your behaviour.
At the cross, Christ made the way to heaven
His yoke is easy, and he carries your cross given
One day at a time is the method we mend in
Be a chosen vessel to spend his will and serve
God’s report does matter for which we strive in
Whom are you following? Pleasing and bowing
My life story
I was eighteen years old
In the cold quiet days
We had buried my father
In the few past days
My mother a woke me one morning
And told me things had changed
She talked of my schooling
And said it was challenged
The wings were broken the flight was canceled
“I’m handing you to the world, our battle is lost”
Her voice was deep but her smile was lost
“Luck you have learnt, more than the most
And now that you have learnt, remember the cost”
Few days after, i left her door
And walked all the ways across the plains
Holding the brush, scrubbing the floors
Cursing my life in the field of grains
But i thought if i lived longer someday
I would pour my tears in lines
And now that i have lived up to this day
I hold my pain in musical rhymes’
It is undoubtedly true. At times I doubted that we would pull through.
Remember this: Although the journey is difficult, within site is destiny.
Not far from the banks of a large and winding lake, about a mile away from where my bride's life story began, is where there stands a little country church. It's where the two of us presently worship.
For documentation, both the Android and iPhones were there.
The parishioners sat patiently in the pews to witness.
The mistress of ceremony conducted us faithfully.
And the minister officiated and prayed for us.
And then, there we were, my bride and me,
renewing our wedding vows after 50 years.
I realize that it truly is history, but still at times,
it all seems a big mystery. Notwithstanding, I spend
no time in wonderment about where all the time went.
The decades of time are swallowed up inside our hearts,
and there it shall dwell until the two of us in our race
toward oneness in marriage have turned to dust.
The mystic of marriage is the pursuit of two becoming one.
Such mathematical feat does not make sense for mortal man.
Yet, since Adam and Eve, that has been God's Divine plan.
My bride and I said, "I do" in 1972, and we said it again Sunday, in 2022.
Through mountains of gain as well as through valleys of pain, our love has
remained. Albeit, so much has changed. And yes, it's most certainly true.
Our beautiful bodies have been totally rearranged. But our love remains.
Our God has been so very near and awesomely dear. In spite of our own
fears and tears, it is His Grace that has gotten us here. We always thrive
to do our best, but the secret is out no less. I tell you. The secret is this:
There is no gold at the end of the rainbow, and my bride and I have not
nor will we reach marital perfection.
070622PSCtest, Anniversary. Sara Kendrick
Though in my territory this is now tears region
for 15th,17th and 21st of your surmounted time
yet I try to hunt for you differently
In the deep den of the life story
momentarily comes and goes with the best wishing
by the touching of raindrops and humidity
It's ended summer, going to be ended the rainy days
yet feel the dogs day, the angry face of the sun
oppressive dampness attacks the perennial dreams
In your wish-yielding tree, I intertwine the day
when sweet bitterness of reality greets me to enjoy
the gladiolus poppy on the colorful soul
Far occupant, I am of the Cape Floristic
alluring diversity of blossoming oscillates through zephyr
embraces compassionately like the neodymium
In your red, pink, white, yellow, orange….
I am spell-bounded, in the sword of lily I seek
strength, sincerity, imaginative multiplicity
19.08.2020 Chattogram
My life story
I was eighteen years old
In the cold quiet days
We had buried my father
In the few past days
My mother a woke me one morning
And told me things had changed
She talked of my schooling
And said it was challenged
The wings were broken the flight was canceled
“I’m handing you to the world, our battle is lost”
Her voice was deep but her smile was lost
“Luck you have learnt, more than the most
And now that you have learnt, remember the cost”
Few days after, i left her door
And walked all the ways across the plains
Holding the brush, scrubbing the floors
Cursing my life in the field of grains
But i thought if i lived longer someday
I would pour my tears in lines
And now that i have lived up to this day
I hold my pain in musical rhymes’
Memory intrudes
In flash of insight;
The moment exudes
Poignant profound light.
Passage of time here
Collects sanguine blooms;
Message in old cheer
Surreal as strange rooms.
So quickly now catch
Plumeria fragrance;
Watch old fancies match
Scented lost brilliance.
Coming back to see
That well-seasoned tree;
Flowering beauty
In a timeless spree.
Red and yellow-white
Simple flowers speak;
Breezy dance can cite
Warm feelings that peak.
Nicole Green of old
Unfurls memories;
Journeys calmly bold
Forge our life story.
Leon Enriquez
27 September 2015
Singapore
I know there are many examples of gender equality issues
but I wish to write about women's pant pockets
be they jeans or other pants . . .
the pockets in women's pants are tiny and useless
but men's pockets are large enough for a wallet, a cell, keys
and maybe things we do not even want to know about
why do men deserve big useful pockets and women don't ?
not all women want to carry a big fat wallet
with our life story within . . .
nor carry a purse to put that wallet in
that resembles carry on luggage
We want pockets, big pockets in our jeans, our pants
and how about those fake pockets designers think we need
those totally useless, pointless fake pockets, sigh
Women of the world are demanding useful pockets in their pants
is that too much to ask for ?
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February 6, 2020
Poetry/Verse/Women's Pant Pockets
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1223-637-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, Gender Equality
sponsor, Kia Michael Neumann
Sixth Place