Hope Quatorzain Poems

Before the day turned into night,
when the sunbeams whirl out of sight,
I'll seize garnet streaks of twilight,
let lamps within heart reignite.

Above hills of hope where...

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God grants each day with wondrous grace
Strength and peace* in running life’s race
Along triumphant vibrant pace
While challenges we dare to face.

Everyday serves as treasured gain
As...

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From dawn to dusk, life's rhythm flows,
Children march, adults toil, time goes.
Household chores consume, days, time flows,
Elderly sit, watch, sigh, with vows.

This morning, hope rose...

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I am now up and half asleep, 
quiet I must not make a peep, 
others are still sleeping like sheep, 
need to get dressed and...

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I sense a sad malaise sweeping over our land
As more and more people throw up their hand
Showing less interest in our national well-being
No longer tuning...

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my hope hangs
with these stars
lost somewhere
beneath darkness
in the valance
of clouds
that hang
overhead
in the somberness
of january's wrath
as it rains down
its icy tears

beyond the hill
the moon hangs still...

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on the verge of love,
mutual discovery unveiled
in their secret world;
lips to lips ,sealed,
hearts in passion pound
ardour's whispers sound;
need unchains desire,
pleasure's fever fans a fire,
each flame...

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on the verge of love,
mutual discovery unveiled
in their secret world;
lips to lips ,sealed,
hearts in passion pound
ardour's whispers sound;
need unchains desire,
pleasure's fever fans a fire,
each flame...

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A fuming, fierce and moving target
On yor species will you place yor bet!

Aiming the blade into shoulder blade or beating heart
all toreadors hope to throw...

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While waiting for Christ’s return, we should be spiritually awake
As His children saved from fire’s lake.
Let us abide in Him; His truth we must not...

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There is a longing to the sea
	When gazing at the glossy floor.
Time and tides roll in and out,
	Lonely waves upon distant shores.
A siren’s call from...

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A BRUSH OF ARS POETICA


Rhythmic verses wherein death paints a picturesque of life
or life itself is written in lethargic-dying state:
a dusty stocked vocabulary still cuts...

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EFFUSED ENCOUNTER


Neither a dream nor a trick, I beguiled--
I reach the sky enameled with golden smile.
To hurdle bumps and curves, I continue to pedal
this steadfast...

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(I'm 
an 
Indian 
lassie, 
was 
born 
in 
West 
Africa, 
(Nigeria), 
Grew 
up 
in 
South 
Africa 
(Swaziland) 
and 
currently 
live 
in 
East 
Africa. 
(Tanzania). 
So 
I...

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Today is a contemplative day.
Not a day of joy but of thought.
A wrestling of sorts within.
I hope to find some clarity.

What lies have I told...

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