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Every worry, every sorrow
Brings hope for tomorrow
Every sadness, every pain
Brings a rainbow after the rain
Every doubt, all the fears
Brings assurance through the years
Every whisper from the night
Brings laughter in the light
Every silent feeling of dread
Brings a joy that is well fed
Every lingering doubt or question
Brings a love from the heart’s expression
Every mystery in the shadows
Brings a vision that we compose
Every laughter in the heart
Brings peace and joy when apart
Every lie, every hue of despair
Brings insight in which to compare
Every caution, every warning
Brings a sense of grief and mourning
Every guilty thought or deed
Brings a need for forgiveness, agreed
Every lingering emotional loss
Brings a reminder of Jesus’ cross
Every burden and every care
Brings the heart a need of prayer
Every feeling of deep despair
Brings thoughts of God to prepare
Every evil thought, every dark sin
Brings a need of revival from within
Every chance to ask God to forgive
Brings second chances to finally live
Every moment of praise in God’s ear
Brings a opportunity for Him to hear
Every plea uttered from a yearning soul
Brings love’s reminder of self-control
Every mouth that breathes an appeal
Brings assurance that we must kneel
Every word, thought or deed of grace
Brings wonders divine that we embrace
Every blessing from heaven that we hope
Brings us the surety that we can cope
Every miracle sent down to us from above
Brings us the understanding of wonderful love
"A whisper stirred my mind, my heart and my soul:
And led my footsteps down a silent path: To a door
at the end of a garden: And reaching out I opened it."
Quote by _Constance
In my head there has always been chatter,
since a young girl I can hear voices call and- sigh:
with rhythmic beating- and pitter-patter,
for beloved dead I can see within my mind's eye !
Oh, heart and soul is wounded and stained:
and grief and sorrow pour onto pages bloodstained !
And each bleeding wound is who I am,
once broken, battered, shattered- now humbled:
and I am strong not a weak little lamb,
yes, at times I crumbled, tumbled and stumbled !
But, if real quiet I can hear mom sing:
and sense the soft fluttering of her angelic wing !
Lets look at life in it real
magnification
Everything that comes in
and out of it is a result of
evolution
That defines our existence
in the right projection
With every moment of it
leading us towards a
direction
Taking our body and soul to
a permanent destination
It has led to every bit of
human transformation
With every view of it brings
a good sense of perfection
Reframing us in the true
transformation
So we can See ourselves in
the right reflection
Doing things that gives us
optimum satisfaction
Making choices and
standing by every of our
decision
Every minute spent here
deserves our maximum
attention
For life never gives us our
expectation
Life has always existed
right from our creation
And it has no limitation nor
cessation
Life sometimes may be
filled with lots of frustration
Neglection,temptation and
aggravation
But it all helps in defining
ourselves in the right
definition
Bringing to our way people
that brings to our realization
That life is all about
toleration
and not in any form of
segregation
When I close my eyes and reflect on the past,
Where it was just you and me knowing the choices I made,
At that instant, where it meant spending every day with a hole in my heart.
A hole that I spend years trying to mend.
The memories I tried to bury and locked away like a relic,
Never to be found again.
When I see you it changes, when I stand next to you my void seems to cure itself,
Why do you taunt me so? I gave up our love because I thought maybe?
Maybe it was the best thing for us,
Maybe it would make things better, you would treat me better,
Not take me for granted.
Just wanted you know and appreciate the love I had for you,
Maybe then you would understand how I feel,
Why I made that choice regardless of how I felt,
The battle I had to fight with my heart and the sacrifices I made to run away.
Years passed and somehow you were always in my life,
We moved on,yet you always were near,
No matter how hard I tried to hide, you found me, But Why?
I don’t understand, I can’t.
Our love is not here it can’t be.
One heartbroken the other regrets ,
How can this be?
There was this place I saw you one day and I just couldn’t take my eyes away from yours,
Yours eyes locked to mines in an intoxicating gaze,
The hundreds of people in the crowd didn’t even seem to exist,
We stared for a while, as you came closer.
Why did you come closer?
You touched me, you held me, and you kissed me,
All this time, all these years you were here,
You choose someone else,
But yet you would always come to me,
Is there something you want to tell me?
It made no sense you belong to her and I belonged to him,
But why is my heart and soul paralyzed?
I always knew in my heart, but you? I don’t know.
Say it damn it!!
Stop taunting me,
I can see it in your eyes,
I can feel in my heart, I know,
Why deny it? Why fight it baby.
BY:SHIVANEE BRIDGEMOHAN
07.03.15
Revised Poem
Form:
Breathe in the buttery sun
Warming the naked skin
With laughter from the wind
Songs of gladness filling
The senses with whispers of
Imagination, inspiration
Wade in gentle pools of liquid
Tenderness, faded by
Waves of sensitivity, graceful
Flowing flames of kindness
Beckoning from the heart
Whispers of soothing thoughts
Welcome the dawn with a smile
Hopeful and alive, desire
Flames of faith enlightening
Coloring the feelings in melodies
Rich with compassion, like
A brilliant sense of affection
Reach out to the stars, the moon
Flickering, glimmering
Enriching the heart with truths
Sung by shimmering light
Pulsating across the darkness
In flavors of innocence
Walk in the forest, vibrant hues
Of faded olive and emerald
Comforting green blazing love
Like a fresh, crisp glimpse
Into the spirit’s enchantment
Starving the dark dread
Dance in the shadows of light
Painting ridges on mountains
Arousing truth in the brilliance
Of a blushing rose or
A tender white daisy reaching up
To smile tenderly from its eye
Taste the influence of dawn
The sigh of a tangerine sun
At dusk, when light fades
Into the fireflies and moon
Which light up the night
And glow beneath silent dreams
Nature awakens, enriches, creates
Ponders, doubts and praises
With its moist leaves and amazing
Prayers, lingering on oaks
Pines who sway hesitantly beneath
Rainfall and dewdrop, waltzing thankfully
I’m thankful for creation
Isaiah 45:18
For thus saith the LORD that created the heavens; God himself that formed the earth and made it; he hath established it, he created it not in vain, he formed it to be inhabited: I am the LORD; and there is none else.
When your breath you are not feeling
and your heartbeats you stopped hearing
When who are around you, you are not seeing
and your very missed world started objecting
When you feel lost as you lose the sense of belonging
and you wonder if your compass you are following
When what you are feeding on, far from the soul fulfilling
and you remain the subject and the object of your seeking
When you feel a pain of no trace, the Self ravaging
and you keep for a magical elixir looking
When the touch of a dried inflamed pen burning
and you can grasp the nature of your suffering
When alluring wonders in silence you keep admiring
and the words within you are still and hiding
When you muse and long for verse reciting
and the Muse of poetry, your soul invoking
When to all the missing links I am yielding
as every ounce of me aching for poetry, my life sustaining.
August 5th, 2020
I stood on the bridge looking at the river below.
A strange-looking man came up to me and said “hello,
“Do you know where I’ll be able to find a job here?’
That is what the strange man asked me in a voice quite clear.
I said, “I don’t really know. I don‘t live very near.”
The way the man looked at me gave me a little fear.
He heard what I said, and then began to walk away.
However, I would meet that man again that same day.
The day in Wisconsin was quite hot that September.
The man I saw was heavily clothed, I remember.
I was relaxing; stretched on the grass when he appeared
the second time that day. The scenario was weird.
Not looking straight at me, he seemed to sense my presence.
He was a big man with some burgeoning corpulence.
Perspiring heavily, he would not take off his shirt.
As he spoke again, he seemed emotionally hurt.
“I haven’t held a good job in nearly forty years.”
The way this man spoke to me rekindled all my fears.
“Mind if I keep you company a little today?
I’ve been on the road a long time with no place to stay.
It’s Labor Day, the height of the carnival season.
Not one of them will give me a job for some reason.”
“What seems to be the trouble?” I asked him politely.
He said nothing. He unbuttoned his shirt quite slowly.
With his eyes closed, he would answer me somnolently.
“I hope to perspire enough, and have them all wash off.
I’ve been hoping the sun would burn me, and they’d cook off.”
With his shirt removed, he asked me if they were still there.
I responded, “Yes they are”, and could not help but stare.
Skin illustrations made their appearance everywhere.
He told me, “My appearance is enough to frighten.
So, I wear this shirt especially around children.
They follow me on the roads with curiosity.
However, they are all filled with fright when they see me.
I know this seems to you to be a very strange thing.
These things are staying on me; it all keeps on going.
I am this way all over. I hope you understand.”
He opened his fist to reveal a rose on his hand.
It looked so real; yet it was just a mere illusion.
His body was a pervasive colorful fusion.
There were all sorts of images in three dimension.
I said “They’re beautiful”. It was not my intention.
To be continued
Based on the short story "The Illustrated Man" by Ray Bradbury
MARINA BAY WALKABOUT
Saturday night tour walkabout:
You and I stroll briskly along
To check the lights with the big crowd
With carefree souls pushing sing-song!
By transit train, we found our way
To breeze on-site to see the lights;
But Earth Hour strain brought lights-out stray,
Humid airs strike a deep dark night.
Two hours around Marina Bay
We circled paths with easy feel;
Explored the grounds, peeked shoppes by bay
More than enough such rustic thrill.
The humid night with hot air still,
Flings sticky sweat on freckled skin;
There's scant delight as fatigue steals
Moments that fret with punctured pin.
Round and round we amble around
Just you and me in sure reprise;
Movement new found in old-time grounds,
With fancy free to greet surprise.
Stroll promenade as Merlion sights;
Here on the verge, old vintage finds;
Lost serenades in obscure light;
As visual merge in heart and mind.
By Esplanade, we loiter here;
Explore the sights with eyes that search;
Watch crowd charades through random spheres,
No beacon lights the curious urge.
We want to see what we came for,
To seek to know the cause of ease;
Watch what's to be the pulse that soars
In the clear show that fumbles tease.
Such is the noise that highlights here;
The dazzle fits the puzzle route;
Poise wears a voice that speaks most clear;
Bits of torn wit that signs now shout.
From time to time, we now explore
The vast expanse of worldly hues;
Seek to fit rhymes with plots that shore
The myriad sense that life can cue.
Then, we back track the way we came
To go around in spree and trip;
Assume a tact to play the game
In joy well found to get a grip.
A tryst in time to flavour choice;
Now hand-in-hand as echoes drift;
Timeless such chimes that follow poise;
Swift moments blend as love now sifts.
Leon Enriquez
31 Mar 2014
Singapore
You walk a hundred miles on the old country road in the sweltering heat, looking for that one thing that will make you complete and the stars in the early morning sky keeping your company as you walk pass the high land with grass covering the house that you once lived.
Everything is still and just the sound of the whippoorwill, the cardinal and the magpie arguing on the hill. I stretched my neck to see if I could get a glimpse of them, but they were way up in the heavens walking on the lines that crossed beneath the savior and the divine.
The clouds moved so fast, and the New Jerusalem was here at last and somewhere in the desert heat they gather in groups with scorched back and sweat dripping underneath their frocks as they journey towards the mountain that touch the sky. They could see it in living colors as they watched discretely from the highlands tower.
I journey up the road looking for the untold myth and the legend of the stolen sea and the bison on the run that stole the beggar’s man’s gun; none of this makes sense to me, I try to piece the story together, but it just could not fit. The whole scene appears absurd to me of how mankind fought with the dragon in the sea, the legend is a thousand-year-old and continues to unravel mankind soul.
I keep walking on the road with complete silence around me, and the thread in the mill keeps walking beside me and it is the only reason why I could not keep still.
All of a sudden, the wind began to blow, and I heard a strange noise in the bush so I crossed the street and went over to look and there it was curled up in thorns and thistle, no wonder I could not get a break though, the deer was waiting for me over there and so I released it and set it free.
I continue to walk towards the endless sea searching desperately for thee, but my soul keeps pining after me. The cold front began to break, and the trees began to shake and the birds in the air guide me on my journey.
Who will sponsor me The artist
For the artworks I would do
Will Defense machine the science
Weird wrong thing outdo
For what is devaluation
For what is Army doctrine
If to see with eyes of other
Rather I with my eyes 'd seen
Will machine admit it's wrongly
Will connecting stop the dots
Will it stop process of implants
Will it doubt we're bots
Will Machine Defense have values
Those and these that are true
Will it rightfully acknowledge
Will it sense and point pursue
Will it base demands of others
Will it dignity maintain
What should I do
What should I do
TO construct correctly main
Will it eligible be for dialogue
Will its secreteveness stop
If in all the operations
I am also kinda OP
There's no poems for the soldier
Soldier is about war
But what if that devaluation
Is for real our foe
War on systems
War on values
Wrongly values they define
Governemnt Agency exisiting
Issues for this sorta fine
Buisness frugal
Thus AI so
Take the jobs away from us
But in real scale the truth is
Jobs these kind aren't much fun
Senseless actions
AND enthropic
Quality of act we crave
Can we
Really
Reckon, can we
TO correct path the path pave
Sense and point
And the MEANING
Wanna play another inning?
I perormed the HOMERUN
Homeland Secuirty
Nothing really is IDEAL
And relative is Purity
Of this imperfect DIAMOND
My dear RAYMOND