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Saint Andrew Joseph Poem
My long lost love...
The jewel of my life
My Precious Saphire...
Time has torn us apart!
And brought us together
in an unsual manner...
Standin next to you,
holding your cold hand
brings back old sweet
mem'ies of you and me...
Sitting on the hill
top fill'd with wild flow's
watching the lilly
Blossom into wild flow's.....
Copyright © Saint Andrew Joseph | Year Posted 2012
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Saint Andrew Joseph Poem
My northern star
To the stars you belong
You were the brightest of all stars
The star that was ever constant, and never falls
Your brightness could have
Quench the burning furnace
My precious sapphire
The precious jewel in the heart of Ibesikpo Asutan
The one whose glance
Tames the wildest brute
I wish I were the sun, shinning at you
I wish I were the moon, lightening your avenue
To the great paradise of tranquility,
And sweet songs of mellifluous melody
Copyright © Saint Andrew Joseph | Year Posted 2008
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Saint Andrew Joseph Poem
Test of Time
Who builds courage with
time?
Who with a right character
Always looks delight like a
star?
Who endures in cloudy climes,
with moderation as her
shelter?
Who approaches all asperities
with passion?
They that have perseverance
and endures with aplomb
They that are tolerant
those who are insouciance
They that have endurance
And that are noble
They that are temperate
Those who are patient.
For all poetry soup members
and my love Margret.I love
you
all.
Saint Andrew Joseph
Copyright © Saint Andrew Joseph | Year Posted 2008
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Saint Andrew Joseph Poem
THE DARK MEN
Eyes like cynthia's brow
staring beyond the sky
In a ruminative refined temper
In an everlasting trance.
The men of the dark devised it
They devised the devilry journey
Like the rustling of a dry leaf
He has rustled up,
And crossed the rubicon, and ingress to
The world of inexorable tranquility
Man is now terrific
Man is bestial and blustery
Man has turned into a canal beast
O why is it so cruel
Even to the innocent?
Yes! He was not a hood
They take even the innocent away
When ravening who
To take next in this gloomy
World
Like a savage dog in
the mist of vivacious kids,
it has been in my heart,
Since he traveled to the great beyond.
The today of tomorrow have been wracked
Copyright © Saint Andrew Joseph | Year Posted 2008
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Saint Andrew Joseph Poem
The wind is strong, the sky so
gray
The storm seems not to abate
Your heart embarks on peril
voyage.
O! he falls into the abyss of
disarray
The storm is great, the dust
forms cloud
The dust is like a vibrant
ocean tide
The heart is in the heart of
Saharah desert
O! she can't find an oasis
Having a genuine and candid
pal
Amidst this ferocious weather
Is like drinking a cool water
In the heart of Saharah desert
With them, our hearts are
mended
Like the celestial Angels,
They hold us up when
Our wings are broken
Copyright © Saint Andrew Joseph | Year Posted 2008
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Saint Andrew Joseph Poem
She was as radiant as the sun
Pleasantas the rain
As kind as the moon
And as wonderfull as the stars
She was my dawn
The sunrise in my heart
Her love tells of morning
Her eyes were like diamond
She was as humble as noon
Her face were as bright as midday
Her thoughts were the pinnacle of my day
And lonely hours
Her lips tells of doves
By water fall, at sunset,
And at night, it tells of pleasure
Fountain in good night kiss
As she walks in cloudy
Climes, when the moon crawls
Slowly, she kissed good night
To the emptyness of my heart
Copyright © Saint Andrew Joseph | Year Posted 2008
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Saint Andrew Joseph Poem
Our search for perfect knowledge has led us
Through a perilous journey, from the scotching sun
Of the distance river in the Savannah
Across oceans, and snow white
Mountains of the Yankees
Some drank from the fountain of knowledge
And were gratified by it relish
But I seek the waterfall that leads
To the abyss of wisdom
Where She takes her clean bath
of justice, fortitude, honesty, and temperance
And dries her body with moderation
I must strive to conquer time
So that my dreams of seeking her
May not by put to slumber
By the inevitable visitors of our lives
I seek her who does not choose colour
She embraces even the coloured
We must all ask for
Her humble halcyon hand in marriage
Irrespective of our religion, age, or race
They can only hide her from us
But cannot stop us from seeking her
We must all strive to conquer time
So that our dream will not be put to slumber
For all poetry soup Scholars,
keep acquiring wisdom in
writing poems
Copyright © Saint Andrew Joseph | Year Posted 2008
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