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Christen Kuikoua Poem
In twilight's grasp, the world meets its demise,
Oh, Christian soul, who claims the sacred name,
Within God's church, where fervent spirits rise,
Contemplate now, the end, a burning flame.
What if it was the end, the final call,
Would jests and levity your stance define?
Regret, a haunting echo, would enthrall,
As time, a gift, was squandered, not divine.
The freedom granted in the fleeting hours,
Yet, dedicated not to Heaven's plea,
The call to be a savior in your bowers,
Neglected, as a futile, vain decree.
Oh, heed this warning, ears that bear the weight,
Prepare thy soul, for God's impending fate.
What if it was the end, a solemn plea,
To face the judgment of eternity
What will you say?
Copyright © Christen Kuikoua | Year Posted 2024
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Christen Kuikoua Poem
Lord, You see my heart.
You know it better than I do.
You know the prayers I can't even put into words,
The longings I don't fully understand,
The love I feel but don't know where to place.
If it is Your will, if it is part of Your plan,
Let me love her as You have called me to love.
Not with fleeting passion, not with shallow emotion,
But with a love that mirrors Yours
Steadfast, selfless, pure.
If I am ever to be her man,
Let me be more than just someone who stands beside her.
Make me a man who kneels for her in prayer,
Who leads with humility,
Who protects not just her heart, but her soul.
Let me be the kind of love that draws her closer to You,
That reminds her, in every moment,
That she is deeply known, cherished, and chosen
First by You, then by me.
I do not ask for love that is easy,
But love that is true.
Love that endures the storms,
That grows through every trial,
That finds its strength not in me, not in her,
But in You.
Let me be the man who speaks life into her when she doubts,
Who lifts her up when she is weary,
Who sees her not just for her beauty,
But for her heart, her faith, her purpose.
Let me love her as Christ loves the Church
Sacrificially, patiently, with a love that does not break.
And Lord, if this love is not part of Your plan for me,
If she is not the one You have written in my story,
Then let me love her still
By praying for her, by honoring her,
By rejoicing in the woman You are shaping her to be.
Let me never hold onto her tighter than I hold onto You.
Because before she is anyone's, she is Yours.
And before I am anyone's, I am Yours.
So I leave this love in Your hands,
Knowing that You write stories
Far greater than I ever could.
Amen.
Copyright © Christen Kuikoua | Year Posted 2025
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In hallowed halls of learning's sacred light,
Where dreams doth take their winged and lofty flight,
There stands a school, a fortress of delight,
Its beauty found in minds, a radiant sight.
No mere abode of bricks and stones, this place,
But where young minds imbibe knowledge's embrace,
A tapestry, each thread a vibrant grace,
In every classroom, wisdom we do chase.
The magic of learning, like a potent brew,
Weaves spells as youthful minds are born anew,
As autumn leaves, in golden splendor, strew,
In books and lessons, truths take shape and hue.
'Tis not in facts and figures, as you know,
But in the journey, how we thrive and grow,
A path to self, a ceaseless ebb and flow,
Where wisdom's seeds in fertile minds we sow.
The laughter, like a stream in ancient halls,
A symphony of voices, as each soul calls,
The school's true beauty, like a star that falls,
In friendships forged, where every heart enthralls.
To thrive, to learn, within this hallowed ground,
A privilege, a quest where truth is found,
With teachers as our guides, our dreams unbound,
We soar through life, where endless beauty's crowned.
Let's treasure this domain where knowledge gleams,
Where wonder and inquiry grace our dreams,
In learning's enchantment, life's vibrant streams,
The school's enduring grace, our spirit beams.
Copyright © Christen Kuikoua | Year Posted 2023
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I want you in my life
for today, tomorrow and forever.
Everything feels empty
when you are not around,
but our love is what keeps me going.
Nothing can explain fully how fortunate I am
to have you in my life.
For Loving you has become a must for me
It is no longer a choice or and option.
If there’s one thing
in this world
I’m afraid to lose, it’s you.
I am so in love with you
that I can’t dare to lose you!
I wish to be everything.
that brings a smile on your face
and happiness to your heart
I dream of a world where you and I
would live for a thousand years to love each other.
Though I Know I wouldn’t Live to be a thousand
I Will Never Let You Be a Foreigner In My Midst.
Copyright © Christen Kuikoua | Year Posted 2022
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Christen Kuikoua Poem
Mother Earth, a gift so rare,
A place of beauty, beyond compare.
A world of wonder, where life abounds,
A paradise of sights and sounds.
From the mountains high, to the oceans wide,
From the forests green, to the deserts dry.
The Earth is home, to creatures great and small,
A wonderland, for one and all.
God created, this Earth so fair,
A place of wonder, beyond compare.
A world of beauty, that we must protect,
For it is ours, to love and respect.
The Earth provides, a home for all,
A place of shelter, where we stand tall.
A world of plenty, where we can thrive,
A gift from heaven, to keep us alive.
So let us cherish, this world so rare,
And show our love, with utmost care.
For the Earth is great, and God's own hand,
Created her, to keep us safe and grand.
Copyright © Christen Kuikoua | Year Posted 2023
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The most efficient way to change your life
is by changing your life,
rearrange your life,
architect your existence,
it is as simple as this,
Think about a seed
If you plant a seed,
and it doesn't grow
no matter how much
you try to toil,
You mustn't blame the seed
Because the fault lies with the soil
which is the foundation,
it is the same as if you build the house
on a weak foundation, it will collapse and perish
The topic of life after death isn't what I'm here for
But that of life before death,
From birth to death
Your life existence
Is the total sum
Of every choice you ever had to make
Science estimate that the average person
Makes about 35000 choices per day
But unfortunately, I don't believe so
Because if people made
That many conscious choices every day.
that means their lives will be different
But sadly, most people are so asleep
With their heads down.
They're moving so fast that they don't see
Their choices are made on their behalf
Let me be clear
The number one predictor of how long you will live is
first your blood pressure,
Followed by exercise, then genes
With another, which is none of those
Because the real truth is,
How you will live is determined by
your zip code, because your opportunities
Determines your possibilities, not your genes.
Your map determines what you get to see
Because life is not like a box of matches
but it was more like a restaurant
And choices are quite limited to what's on the menu?
What am I trying to say?
I'm saying this,
If you want to consume the real food of life,
Then you must have the courage
To order off the menu, let me spell it out for you
Move, travel, explore, create, change
Change your environment
Escape the menu your comfort zone
I know it is challenging. No one said it would be easy.
But sometimes, we must cut a finger to save the arm
Sometimes you have to cut friends and family
And believe me, it will be an emotional rollercoaster
But to survive, you must hang with people
With a common future like you
You must change your I will to I have
Yeah, not just a common past,
don't worry about your mistakes, as they say
Sometimes you do win
And other times you lose, but do learn
This I can't confirm second chances do exist
But I can confirm that the changed you
Need to make an alternative choice
Decide on a fresh path
And when your time comes,
I pray that at the mid-end of your B & D,
Your Line Is Not just a dash, but a squiggle
Inspired by Prince Ea
Copyright © Christen Kuikoua | Year Posted 2022
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Day by day
Night by night
I find myself loving you more and more
Every song I sing,
and the emotions it builds
Is a reminder of my love so real
Your beauty and grace
Surpasses what my eyes have ever seen
or my ears ever heard
Your smile melts my heart;
It's like a flame against the cold.
My heart skips a beat
when I think of your face so bold
I've come to learn so much about you
Every moment is precious and memorable
Though you are my beloved friend and confidante;
you will always be in my heart,
and I will always be your secret admirer
Your aura is so chill,
like a soothing balm for my soul
I could spend hours looking into your eyes,
feeling the calmness that radiates within you
I have a secret… I like you to the moon and back
Yes, it's true! I can't keep quiet any longer.
You are not only my crush, but my best friend
I can tell you everything
but why can't I tell you that I found you?
I don't know exactly what draws me to you
But it feels like though as peace in all its majesty
It is hard for me to express myself
I want to tell you how much you mean to me,
but words don't always come easily
I don't want to lose your friendship,
but I can't continue to pretend that's all I feel for you.
Copyright © Christen Kuikoua | Year Posted 2023
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In a world where beauty's confined,
To a frame, a shape, so pre-defined.
I refuse to bow to discrimination's hand,
Refusing to let it define me.
No more the shackles of slim and packed,
A revolution, where all sizes are backed.
Let every size find equal ground,
Opportunity for all, in beauty abound.
Tired, I am, of body shaming's sting,
Stripping away personalities, it's not fair.
Surgeries coined as a beauty elixir,
Dehumanizing, losing what makes us richer.
Aging, a grace, should be revered.
Not hidden away, nor to be feared.
Wrinkles etching stories, tales untold,
Genuine beauty, a treasure to behold.
Refusing to pack up, conform and fit,
To standards dictating what's deemed legit.
Short kings and queens, rise with pride,
In uniqueness, a privilege to confide.
I reject the notion, forever young,
As if aging steals the song we've sung.
Short kings and queens, stand tall,
Privilege in difference, let it enthrall.
Magazines preach a perfection lie,
A word so elusive, an unreachable spell.
Yet, true beauty in our diversity lies,
Our uniqueness, the true beauty supply.
Singleness born from society's decree,
Hearts left lonely, unable to feel.
Love should not be confined by a face,
But thrive in the uniqueness of each embrace.
In the name of beauty, let's redefine,
Break the chains that society designed.
Humanity's worth is not for sale,
Embrace the beauty in every tale.
I refuse to pack up, conform and fit,
Society's standards, I'll never submit.
Championing a beauty that's real,
Every heart and soul, let's empower and heal.
Copyright © Christen Kuikoua | Year Posted 2024
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How Can you deny the love you feel
When that Special person is Right Next to you
How to pretend you don’t see ?
How to tell her you love her unconditionally?
How to tell her that your love is real ?
Yeah I know it messed up all those question with no respond
It not my fault, it love with no boundaries
Just the Sadness and the fright of taking no for an answer
Oh Just the Pain of been Heart broken Once More
Praying everyday for that love to never diminish
Wanting to tell her but scared of not been enough
Shatter inside due to my prize leading me in a competition race,
More precisely survivor of the fittest
Scared of been Defeated
but always having a glimpse of hope
I wish it was easy
I wish i could sing you a song ,
to remind you of my long lost love
Maybe forgotten but still alive
Am sorry, very sorry You are my friend
Precious In my eyes, you are
Will protect you with my life
though you don’t really need it
I didn’t mean to make it weird
And i don’t want our friendship to part
I know you may have moved on but i haven’t
I still love you like i did the first day and
others days before that
Well i can’t make you love me back
But i can always hope,
Hope yeah,
The main thing that have been keeping me going
I will have to say in my younger age i was an idiot
For i left you go, without fighting
I left My prize for empty stars,
My pride got the best of me
Well atlast i made mistake,
Maybe realizing it too late
But if i can still hope,
No matter how long It might take
I promised that to myself “ I will”
Again & Again,
And will Choose You Over & Over
Again & Again
Because you mean the world to me
Copyright © Christen Kuikoua | Year Posted 2022
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Music You Were
Music You are
As a Kid, You Were
And still now you are
What would I have been without your wings so strong
Like thunder in my head
You made me fearless and bold
Oh, my dear friend, so beloved
Soft and melodious, you are
You gifted my mouth with songs
Joy and sorrow you brought
Yet stood by me in great depression
Do you feel the music?
It's my heart beating in harmony
Dancing to its rhythm
What a melody so divine
A realm of peace and comfort
Music You Are My Beloved Friend
Copyright © Christen Kuikoua | Year Posted 2023
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