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Oh wonderful, it's that sound again isn't it
The one that always welcomes me as I enter your room
I desperately wished that I can loathe the irritating sound
Alas I cannot for it's what keeping you alive
If that what passes being alive that is
You never seem to be conscious of the world
You lie there in bed with your face devoid of emotions
My existence goes unnoticed every time I sat near you
And it wound me tremendously to observed you like that
But I will always choose to do so
Because…
You were there for me in the past and the present
And I'll never be able to repay you for that
No matter how hard I try
It may seem insignificant to the others
Because they given up even attempting to having hope
And persuading me to do as well
Telling me that it's pointless to even have hope
But I won't quit on you
I will still plan on visiting you
And won't stop even beyond the end of time
Even if I died on the inside
Across the land, and in the wind, a way of life would end
Who could have known, when sons were born how deep the blood would run?
Their legends were a journey, that rode against the wind
With prowess, and a valor that is left to memory
Chanted by all their elders, to teach and touch the moon
The flute will tell their stories, and smoke will circle high,
then, drift with loss, and death, and cost, till silent ashes die.
We know of them , ….the sons of dawn, and daughters of the trees
Who watched the eagle sweep the sky, for signs of what would come
They heard the stars speak to the moon, soft whispers in the breeze
The young and old, who carved a place must face what would be gone
Proud and brave against the night when right would turn to wrong
Hearts bled a river, filled with pain. The dusk was red with white men's shame
Rain whispers to a sun filled sky, persuading showers to wash the stains
Where buffalo will graze again, and grasses sway against the wind
Their spirit lived, although the songs, gave thunder a new sound
Pride tends to dying embers, and legends linger on
The songs still blend into the breeze, and trees will shelter man and child
whose heritage is carved in stone, to never feel the threat of shame
or never cringe in vain. Yet...the river always knows
The rock, the leaf, the ruddy dust, would coat the valley floor
The cost, the loss, the bloody core, is gone, forever, more
This is a revised version of one of my previous poems on 'Friends'.
Friends are like gems precious,
rare to find, pure and gracious;
Friends are like butterflies charming,
cheerily fluttering in the garden of our lives,
persuading us to positive perceptions,
with their wings of hope gleaming;
Friends are like glossy stars, steady and bright,
embossed perfectly with their yellow-white,
to the dreary dark velvet of our minds,
adorning them with eternal sparkles of light,
inspiring with their deep insights,
each one unique of it's kind;
Friends are like the filled pages
of the year-end autograph book,
filling our minds with myriads of memories,
as its letters of teen fragments eagerly you look -
a glow of warmth reflecting in your smile;
Friends are like the poetic picture prompts,
waking up our slumbering souls
with creative instincts anew,
to pen fresh verses on 'Life'.
Date: 08/22/2022
Sinking in sweltering fire
Angst rooting me to the spot
This denial-- feeding the liar
I swim in no emotion...much like a robot
Drunk by the flooded regret
Many the times you refuse my offer
All the time you refuse it, it forms a flood; masked with a tidal suicide
Your hoarse whispers refusing my cries
Wanting the best of my anger
Afflicting bafflement and torture
To a headstrong form
You wicked witch,
You could never burn, can you?
Sweep me to your wicked plans
Gaining witchcraft to burn out our limits
Your encompassed spells makes us endure to your power
Your melting desire-- a sour,
Despicable sense of pride in your presence
Devours the paralyzing thoughts materializing into evil paradise
You wicked witch,
Could you ever burn, you cruel elder?
Your on the other side,
Tripping on eruptive highways
Led astray by the senseless tide
Materializing into erupting paradise
Catch me in your web;
get out of your corner, killer spider
Drooling acidic lies on the pavement
Led astray by fetching fatality in your entangled snare
You already agreed to
refuse my offer
Uncooperative in your
bogus decisions
I gave up persuading you to go the opposite direction
But your bogus arguments
Take advantage of my offer
And shriveled it in its denser reasonings
I'm a flaw to your
sun-drenched heart
I want to be apart of your belongings
Tell me I'm not
rotting in denial
You already agreed to
refuse my offer
Uncooperative in your
stranger decisions
Your amusing, foolish girl
You have a giving heart
But yet you'll refuse my blissful offer
Mock my presence, foolish women
Remain a rueful scoffer
Love sought me out
Never leaving me in doubt
From my Mother’s eyes
Shining bright, alive, life-size
Love silenced all my fears
Wiping away my tender tears
Reassuring my soul of hope
Silencing weeping so I could cope
Love braved the coldest dread
Making me feel joy instead
Encouraging my faith, my trust
Erasing worry and every disgust
Love singled me out to believe
Silencing uncertainty, so I receive
Promises of a future so bright
It’s pretty much black and white…
Love lives inside, always smiling
Charming, persuading, beguiling
Creating a home for every dream
Where God’s wonder reigns supreme
Love like this is alive, a dancing fire
Reminding the heart to believe and admire
The grace that brings relief and peace
It will never go away, never release
The heart from its amazing conviction
That love is more than simply addiction
Love is the prayer and the solution
Love is the heart and soul’s restitution
Like a light burning away the darkness
Removing the past’s haunting, its starkness
With the brilliance of a passion so alive
The feelings inside the heart will forever thrive
God is love and love is God
Wherever you go, here or abroad
There is no doubt that love abides
Joy, hope and peace it always provides
Love like this is a wonder
Nothing can ever put it asunder
The Meaning of Love Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
August 19, 2022
“I go to nature to be soothed and healed, and to have my senses put in order.”
~John Burroughs
I stroll down the sun-dappled trail
under a tranquil canopy of trees
where the light uplifts my spirit
and the shadows soothe my soul,
The aroma of blossoming flowers
strives to set me free from
the restless nights and trying days
persuading my forlorn heart
to venture forth anew
on life’s long and wearisome ways;
Why then must I in anguish weep?
Why do I for heaven aspire?
~03/22/23
~Contest: Writing challenge 'N' words
~Sponsor: Constance La France
The wild wind plays its part.
Orchids on my Lord's yard
Blown and thrown apart.
They were meant to fall?
Before coming of age?
The suspects were to be summoned at once.
"No such intentions I carry, oh Lord...."
Wild wind presents, an alibi persuading.
"I was hurled by these towering trees."
The court, bewildered.
Yet, advocated his statement.
"It was not just me, a whole bunch of us.
I? Merely a pawn swayed by an arrogant king, Sire?
I take no part in this massacre...."
Not even a warlord made my king sweat.
Apprehension of injustice it is.
Suppressing the murmurs, my King speaks.
"Oh mighty wind, brutal nature force,
Why assist destruction of the old man's blossom?
Tell me, oh lofty tree.
You bear children of your own,
Why kill mine? "
"Why flowers bloom?
When destined to wither only.
We relish and embrace them,
Refer- beauty, innocence and sanctity.
Why gather them here?
A corpse lying on a pyre...."
Screaming kids flourish through the hall,
Dreaming kids escape from their spot,
While dreary teachers scream in a brawl
Between pupils taking their shot.
Dreaming kids escape from their spot
Searching for freedom that seldom sails
Between pupils taking their shot
While yearning for peace that prevails
Searching for freedom that seldom sails,
Such souls try so hard in silence
While yearning for peace that prevails
Amidst the old sinners’ ‘violence’
Such souls try so hard in silence
Persuading teachers to lose their voice
Amidst the old sinners’ violence
Nonetheless, that’s solely their choice
Persuading teachers to lose their voice,
The only thing children can do.
Nonetheless, that’s solely their choice
Or is it the teachers’ choice too?
By Dana Redricks
April 11, 2020
Persuading people of their need for Salvation is difficult sometimes, but it is we, do the planting, and God who does the harvesting."Remember that God does not call the equipped; He equips the called—and as Christians, we are all called to share what Christ has done. Some of Christ’s last words on earth were, “Go and make disciples of all nations” (Matthew 28:19). Sharing our faith isn’t just a suggestion, it’s a command. And God is with us when we obey Him." One of the best ways to share your faith is to live a godly life. Non-Christians often look at Christians as hypocritical because we say one thing but do another. Show those close to you that you care—spend time with them, help meet their needs and offer to listen when they have problems. You might not be able to answer all of their questions, but they can’t deny the reality of what Christ has done in your life. If you find this is hard to do, perhaps God is speaking to you about your own need to walk more closely with Him every day." (Billy Graham). I know we all have heard the saying actions speak louder than words that is so true. People go more by what we do more than by what we say. Sharing is the best way to show the love of God with others. It is we who do the planting, but it is God who does the harvesting. The Holy Spirit equips us to the work that God has wants us to do. The Holy Spirit that guides, and equips us. The Holy Bible also equips us with everything we need. At the same time, we must do more than live godly lives. People need to hear the Gospel to hear that God loves them, Christ died for them and that they can have eternal life. (Romans 10:13-14) says, “‘Everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved.’ How, then, can they call on the one they have not believed in? And how can they believe in the one of whom they have not heard? And how can they hear without someone preaching to them?”
Travel the pathway of my life,
Read the letters written in thoughts untold,
Bold memories and precious joys,
Inspirations who reveal my heart’s silence,
Mixed with rhythms of grace, hope and peace
Feelings who tempt souls to believe…
Yes, this is the moment when I feel gentle relief,
Wonderful that can amaze, wisdoms
Falling in waves, on seas of yesterdays,
Before I knew the way toward home, the way…
Through lights who silence and calm,
Soothing away shadows with a beautiful,
Resilient, brave enough to ride on the storm,
Inspiring the songs that are ever born
From tenderness, undefeated and believing…
Journey the trails who pass over the night,
Leaving reflections of stars glistening so alive,
Filling the heavens, erasing shadowy skies,
Promising moon’s flow will ever quiet the fear,
Rousing floods of feeling, glowing
Resting on the mountains and revealing all the hope
Discovered inside prayers who rightly believe…
Oh, yes, this is the grave of doubt and defeat,
Trapped in the struggle with misery so weak,
Echoing fragments of former dreams,
Lasting promises who bring the dread relief,
Desperate darkness who claims passion’s wings,
Grieving the spirit who will ever believe…
Speak of the endless moments we laugh,
Foretelling the joy, the elation, the gladness,
Glistening like dew on the rose’s frail shadow,
Welcoming the seasons with all their genius,
Shrewdly painting the memories with gentle stirrings,
Lingering on the kindness’, the victories, the silent winds
Who upset the oaks and pines, leaving gusts of joy behind,
Remembering the crackle of leaves as they embrace the earth,
Persuading the breathless kisses of autumn’s finger,
Gripping the heart, convincing even harvest time to keep believing..,
Yes, oh yes… just believe and don’t doubt
Believe in His kindness, His compassion and the reminder
That this is a love far stronger, far surer, far more alive
Than any power on this earth! Just believe in the One
Who lived and died and is awaiting those who hear His voice
In His heavenly home, where those who believe will one day go!
Never stop believing… He is forever forgiving and He is forever giving!
His saving grace is still open to those who simply believe HIM!