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Just a glance sparked a fire of love that burned so pristine
As a farm-girl fell for a handsome farm-hand of her dream.
Love blossomed like early Spring, though both were married,
A romantic desire flamed spirits as love-affair quickly rallied.
Families broke apart as forbidden love soon got them fired,
In an act of defiance they stayed strong, eminently inspired.
A farm of their own arose from the ashes of evident despair,
Business gallantly prospered through hard work and prayer.
Luck turned as her husband was struck by incurable disease,
His ex-wife, a nurse, assisted as they buckled at the knees.
The farm-girl, discouraged, but unwilling to surrender hope,
Sought help from ex-husband to manage the farm and cope.
With awakened heart, nurse soon rekindled their passion
And patient gladly accepted, regretful of his past action.
Farm grew immensely when farm-girl took up the cause
And ex-husband moved close to her, into a farmhouse.
Lives turned upside down as suddenly sick husband died,
Amid her grief, farm-girl pondered what fate has implied.
She imagined her life with ex-husband where it once was,
Only to find his new girlfriend moved into the farmhouse.
Like ebb and flow of life filled with grief and compassion,
Love on farm meandered through arms of fate and passion.
Yet unwritten there was love's one more fateful decision:
Farm-girl walked off her land for good into wistful oblivion.
September 30, 2017
Not for contest
Loves looks out of blue skies from the top of the hill,
Hate looks out from the shadows of the valley below.
Love with the warmth of the sun on the shoulders sees what is
pure in the morning air.
Hate still covered in the frost from the night before,
only sees through eyes that are cold.
Love always sees a glimmer of hope,
Where hate sees none.
Love sees potential,
Where hate sees only misery and destruction.
Love sees what second chances can do,
Hate can't see past its own shadow.
Love knows when to move on from infertile ground,
Leaving behind embers that can be yet rekindled if God so wishes.
Hate can't see clearly enough to give up on revenge.
Love looks for broken hearts to mend and minds to clear of hate,
Hate looks for hearts to turn black and confused minds to work on.
Love is kind to human flesh, giving it a healthy glow,
Hate eats away at it and ages it prematurely.
Love sees in many colours and works in lots of different ways,
Hate sees only in one colour and always works in the dark.
Love looks to new beginnings,
Hate always looks to past wrongs.
Love always walks with a lighted candle so it can see where it is needed,
Hate looks for the lighted candle so it can snuff it out.
Love sees even the end of hate.
Hate sees nothing but its own reflection.
I did not know it at the time
But I held the Balance of Power over Life and Death.
On a cold and unforgiving winter night
A good ten or so years ago.
Refuse to listen to even the most agitated pleas' from my daughter
Beseeching us to drive her on a school night to see her her best friend forever,
And the grim reaper would seize his chance and the day,
To cut short yet another young life that very night,
Not even caring to wait til morning.
Yet if I chose to listen to my daughter and her heartfelt pleas'
That seemed to come from her very soul,
There would be time enough yet for life to be rekindled
And restored to it's healthy young glow for many years to come.
Maybe it was my Fatherly concern for my daughter who was so emphatic
That it had to be that night,
Or maybe it was her undying faith and a heart holding
Only love of the most pure kind,
That led to god bestowing his grace on all who were present that night.
With trust in her need and her promise to tell us one day why it had to be
That night of all nights,
I took myself out of my warm comfy chair out into the cold night air.
She duly rang to be picked up and was soon back home in a
Better state of repair.
With a safe distance between all of us and that night
With my Wife and I sworn to secrecy,
The desperate efforts our 12 year old daughter took to save a friend
Were finally revealed.
She must have given my daughter a clue that it was to be that night,
It was to be a painless passing with pills by the bedside
And over before her Mum came home.
My memory tells me a note was also there in readiness.
Silence followed while we took it all in.
When we did speak it was to praise her for her life saving skills
But expressing our concern that there might be another attempt.
She won't - said our daughter.
How can you be so sure my wife asked.
Her reply just blew us away containing wisdom beyond even our years.
" I told her she could never end up in heaven where I was going to be, so she would never see me again" were her very words.
We let those words linger for many months but kept their secret til this day.
Our daughter's best friend forever still holds her second chance in tight embrace.
Abstract emotions of wants and needs,
Irreplaceable.
Forever parallels within an ideal.
The overwhelming feeling of desire,
Manipulating what was once clear.
There were goals, and there were visions.
The foresight of something beautiful,
The dream of dreams,
Shattered by her black Excalibur.
The aspire of wanting,
The attachment of a need,
Knowing, feeling that the heart is right.
It was the same as me,
Wanting that reality more than anything,
But not being able to, Understand?
Running through thorns
within the forgotten forest,
Seeking what can’t be given.
Everything was cold.
The fiery spirit of happiness,
Suppressed by a rekindled spirit.
Living in a state of despondency,
Only then do wishes scratch and claw the surface,
to claim an unobtainable destiny.
Still hoping for fulfillment.
Worthless promises,
Useless devotion.
There is nothing left but this appendage,
This feeling of despair,
This disappointment.
I was molded in the beginning just like a piece of clay
Learning and growing each and every day
Taught the basic skills and faith for God above
But the most important thing was to know how to love
If I wrote this life down in a book what would it say
No words can express it without including you in everyway
It doesn’t matter what I’ve done or what I will ever do
To sum it all up I’d just draw a picture of you
Time passes on and its work and school
I got away from it only to play the fool
But then I met you and it rekindled the flame
If I had to die now Id just write your name
If I wrote this life down in a book what would it say
No words can express it without including you in everyway
It doesn’t matter what I’ve done or what I will ever do
To sum it all up I’d just draw a picture of you
It wouldn’t need chapters about my long journey
Only a description of you which matters most to me
No long boring story drawn out about me
Just a painted portrait for everyone to see
If I wrote this life down in a book what would it say
No words can express it without including you in everyway
It doesn’t matter what I’ve done or what I will ever do
To sum it all up I’d just draw a picture of you
We grew together and forever we will never part
You would know me if I left the sound of her beating heart
When I’m old and ready to leave this place
All I need to leave us the sketch of your face
If I wrote this life down in a book what would it say
No words can express it without including you in everyway
It doesn’t matter what I’ve done or what I will ever do
To sum it all up I’d just draw a picture of you
Oh! London what future awaits you?
Oh! London what is in the coffers for you?
Oh! London do you still weep?
Oh! London I hope you'll still be priceless.
She held your reins firmly,
She chauffeured you with undying zeal,
She polished your armour with dexterity,
She raised your walls with unabated strength.
Your doors you opened to many,
Others you brought into your train,
You stood by them like a mother hen,
Your hands guided them to safe grounds.
Your streets saw no one homeless,
Your gates didn’t bar the indigent,
You embraced the lost ones,
They built their homes with your bricks.
You walked with astonishing elegance,
Your beauty rekindled waning hope,
Your ethics bewildered many,
You stood tall among your compatriots.
You battled your assailants,
You weathered many storms,
You pushed through turbulent seas,
You strengthened your feeble knees.
Oh! The city that doesn’t go to sleep,
Let many still find solace in you,
Oh! The city that is cloaked with beauty,
Let your allure stand like the summer sun.
Who comes to ride your horse?
Who comes to pull apart your curtains?
The departed still smiles,
The Book of Chronicles still honours the departed.
Let’s stand in honour of our Queen mother,
Let’s salute her bravery,
London has you etched in her memory,
London has your name scripted in her parchments.
October 22, 2022.
Photograph can hold thousand memories
Recalling the time that we tend to forget
Even recalling sounds and smell forgotten
Childhood memories are instantly recalled
It amazing how we recall what we forgot
Our thoughts we can't contain emotions
Usually we just want to recall happiness
Sometimes we are face with the sadness
Maybe we never really ever forgotten them
Even in life hustle and bustle they are there
Moved aside because it what we face daily
Our thought rekindled by those happy time
Revealing to us who we are and we were
It weird when some events which were sad
Eventually became what is our happiest
So cherish each and every single memory
Written: December 30, 2023
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Embrace the oxymoron, if you will.
Shall I fool you with monsoon wrath?
Despite tears of rain, life will prevail.
via shattered aspirations.
clouds flirt with slate-azure moon
sunlight kisses the sea at dawn.
wind sighs to trees in plains of lustrous dew.
and scoff at me and you.
as trilling robins show up.
A radiant core of nature's elixir
yet, sunlight will flicker.
cloudless white will appear.
as gold, zenith, and amethyst adorn the sky.
Flaming saffron is poised to streak.
Cureless by modern science.
bare ribs, limbs, and joints fried.
Whispering winds hindered dexterity.
My vertebrae melted, were bare, and broke.
senseless failure to stand or fully expel.
weakened and can't sleep or thrive.
Wairua Worth dark wrath wrecked while
tethered as terms tumble to thrill.
Quill Genesis grows with glorious grace.
while the vile sword is versatile.
Cast aside vanity; dangling merely fits.
Rhapsody hopes to work; ponder if sick.
in shape, rekindled with sunshine
Life waltz beyond light, its nodes drew.
Slightly erratic amid a black haze.
feeling weak, leaving me bewildered.
My soul is cunning and cynical.
earned seclusion as slight streams.
Only gloomy storms entice me.
I hope for sunshine and a light breeze.
Shimmer! Sheer light!
dimming shadows ensue.
My life is on a slippery slide.
spaciously clear passageways.
shimmer! shimmer! before I leave.
subtly allow the warm rays in.
dance around my fading bed.
across the faintly lit abyss.
I should set upward...
A strange melancholy slowly sets in
Darkness covering darkness in a shroud
We would be free but how may we begin
Self-esteem shattered, we’re no longer proud
Witnessing demise of heart’s innate joy
Though we can trace not, the source of our fear
There’s no doubt it is an ego spawned ploy
That in sphere of consciousness does appear
So simply looking, we exit thought flow
Shifting baton of awareness to God
Whereupon rekindled is our soul’s glow
Such is His grace that always leaves us awed
We’re drawn to the light but fear not the dark ~
Bliss beats rise within on an upward arc
08-June-2023
In the deep shadow of my thoughts, hides the mystery I always seek outside,
My steps wander on foreign paths, gathering fragments of borrowed wisdom,
It's safer this way, to bathe in the light of others, to lose myself in their reflection
But how much of what I learn is truly mine, and how much is just a shadow
Of others' knowledge, a pale reflection in the glow of a lost sunset?
Deep within me, where light doesn't reach, where silence becomes a dull roar,
Lie the answers I ignore, treasures buried in the sand of nothingness,
In this dense and heavy darkness, authentic knowledge lies hidden,
It doesn't shout, doesn't ask to be discovered, just waits, silent, to be recognized.
Through the labyrinth of my thoughts, I run like a child lost in the forest,
But instead of seeking light among the trees, I should stop, listen,
Let the darkness speak to me, be my guide, show me the way to myself,
For everything I need to know is already within me, in this inner night,
A universe of extinguished stars waiting to be rekindled by my curious gaze.
When I learn to look at myself, not as an enigma, but as a map,
I'll discover that I don't need the light of others to shine,
That my darkness is not an abyss of fears, but an ocean of possibilities,
And in every wave of this ocean, hides an untold story,
A secret only I can reveal, a magic only I can invoke.
The night sky in my soul is full of unexplored constellations,
Stars waiting to be named, to be drawn on the parchment of my consciousness,
And in this solitary journey, I will no longer seek answers outside,
I will learn to listen to the whispers of darkness, to open my eyes in the blackness,
For within me, in the silence of my heart, lies everything I need to know,
In this eternal night, I will find the light that will guide me to myself.