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Peter Phad Poem
In wake of a new born day,
under the peace of a floating clouds,
the ghost of slaughtered mem'ry rose
from the cracks of her sleepless grave,
to fill the heart she once tore.
The sleeper in the tomb awoke
to quench the flames of her broken home
and to heal the heart bleeding tears,
pleading her poor tortured home
with a flood of tattered tears
gushing from her burdened eyes.
Gold-digger of a golden heart.
Heaven wiped the weep
of a broken heart
and mended the pieces
of your broken home.
Thus, your tears no longer count,
your prey is no longer frail.
He had gone to kiss the lips of freedom,
liberated from shattered shade of hope.
Copyright © Peter Phad | Year Posted 2021
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Peter Phad Poem
Congratulations,
To a pregnant cloud
Who delivers safely
In thunderous delight.
But,
Must you drench
My cloths with tears of joy?
Copyright © Peter Phad | Year Posted 2022
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Peter Phad Poem
I am a fortress.
I'm built on a broken heart.
No love can intrude.
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Peter Phad Poem
Our friendship was a ship
on a voyage till old age.
It started at the shore
of love and affection
beneath the night sky
of a cloudy weather.
We went west
back and forth
sailing through
huddles and tussles,
avoiding rocks
on the sea of trust.
We anchored firmly against
trembling waves of wrecks,
to prevent sinking
in each other's tears.
Alas,
gloom replaced radiance
when a sudden thrust
of disparity pieced through
the vessel's heart,
letting in an ocean of silence
in which we both sank
into our own thoughts,
not knowing what life had brought.
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Peter Phad Poem
Together we stand in silence
listening to the rumbling rages
of thundering hearts,
with terrible drums piercing ears,
feeding our hearts with fear.
O terrible drums piercing ears!
On your lips are voices of the dead,
reminding us the flesh of our flesh,
the sons and children of the divided sun
who rest in the fight for freedom,
from the monstrous anger of the guns.
O terrible drums piercing ears!
Herald of death and its wagons, you've been.
Do we dance to the tune of misfortune?
Or glow as stars at the heart of darkness?
Though blood moon awakes dreadful scenes;
At the going down of the sun, in the morning,
we shall remember them.
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Peter Phad Poem
For no crime,
I was sentenced
To four years
Repository of knowledge,
With hard labor
Five years of sentenced served,
I peeped into morrow,
Hoping to be free
Like the caged bird,
But it seemed today
Would never come!
Copyright © Peter Phad | Year Posted 2023
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Peter Phad Poem
The door to a conversation you opened.
At first sight to the Devil's son.
Delving into the dreamy depth,
He dug gently into the soil of emotion;
Planted a seed of his favorite thought
in your heart's majestic garden.
Days & night covered the sky;
On you, he kept raining sweet smelling talks
till you got your heart served on a plate,
in love with the devil's son.
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Peter Phad Poem
When sorrow rides you like a horse
When you wander all across
And your sleepless heart would not rejoice
There's room for you at the cross
When all you have in life is remorse
And all effort seems like a dross
Tone of thorns, you dare not voice
There's room for you at the cross
When Jesus only you endorse
When other ways you divorce
And His cross you make your choice
There're wonders for you at the cross
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Peter Phad Poem
They call it fear,
but I choose to dare
'cause too many hands
are washed in widows' tears
Now I'm here
barbecuing fear
with folk and spare.
To become firm,
I became fear
to scare my fear,
can fear fear
a...ny...thing?
Fear knows no fear
thus I wear no dread
to rear up fear.
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Peter Phad Poem
I am an Outcast.
I am exiled by love.
I'm in quest for a new home.
Let me in, Into your arms.
Let me lodge into your heart.
I am an Outcast.
I am exiled by love.
Copyright © Peter Phad | Year Posted 2021
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