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Sweet Purpose

I have come to the point of decision
And I have decided in favour of love

Wisdom is not solely measured by experience
But more by capacity for it
I have glimpsed deep into history
I have sieved through its successes 
...for the soundest advice I could find
Most profound I have received from the greatest achievers in its archives

I am a Student of Life
I am a Wordsmith of Optimism 
And I am a Mason of the Castles of Dreams
This Trinity of Purpose for me goes hand in hand, side by side
Each benefits the other
Issue is, they set me apart from the others

Here I am, young when I should be intoxicated with the fads of modernity
Fortified with skills that are eager to pay the ordinary wages 
But nay, I am not to be beleaguered 
I focus ahead to perceive the greater rewards at the summation of days
For I place most value on the greatest wealth: WISDOM and HAPPINESS

I have come to the point of decision
And I have decided in favour of love

I choose to commit my heart entirely
To the work I love best
For it is this calling that shall liberate the sanctity of my humanity
The world I dwell in fathoms not a shred of my quest
For it views life through the lenses of reality

True as it may be that my work suffices not to endow me 
...with common currency in these economic times
The rationale of my perception discerns far beyond this temporary mist

Let them roar their throats in laughter at my perceived stupidity
But it is their children and their children’s children that shall benefit most 
...From this shelter of thoughts and dreams that for them I build

I expect no immediate remuneration for my onerous undertaking
For I rationalize it as a selfless gift to humanity
Hence I shall tap deep within to give all can give
I am determined to build this Shelter of Thoughts and Dreams
I have the basic skills hence I commit my willingness and ingenuity
The Good Gods shall present the mortar and bricks

The fear of failure has been permanently exiled from boarding my being
As my eyes are fixated on the prize
I am ready to pay the price

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At the End of Dr Ram S Words

Yesterday I caught the drift of a word
Almost at the end of Dr. Ram?s words
That I had it all, three in one, with music and no regrets
Stirred my mind and made me think
What regret really means

I suppose Regret is the truant of history
Often sneaking out of the schoolroom of the past to torment present time
...seeking a meek heart to mess with
But time has taught me to be wise
Hence I now know how to turn Regret into a good child
The secret is in offering him the candy of time

The present is just what it means
A present to be justly cherished
If I share it?s gift with the regrets of the past 
Sure, Regret will turn into a good child
And Regret?s deeds will fill my heart with pride

The power is in time
Each a new opportunity eager to be of service 
As soon as yesterday bids bye, today arises to take its place in haste
And it brings in its wake 
...the promise of forgiveness, reconciliation and reconstruction
In each day I find a newer canvas to repaint my dreams
And since yesterday I tried another style and failed
Today I?m that bit wiser
So I will try again with better skill...
To redraw the masterpiece of a life I dream in colours so beautifully vivid

So yes Dr. Ram,
Thanks-a-ram for reminding me how lucky I am
I owe it all to time
For teaching me how to turn Regret into a better child
Filled with lessons which I study 
Tomorrow in my life there?ll be less like his kind

Hey Doc! Thanx-an-awesome-lot 4 the kind words u post of my poems! 
This is especially 4 u!

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Horizon After Horizon

I welcome change
For I realize this life as a journey
Travelling insinuates progress
Progress means change
...of scenery, of events, of climate

Everyday I search
Treading one small step in front of yet another step
Travelling in a world of discovery and understanding
Today I see in me more than I did yesterday

The more I forge forward
The more I am enlightened
Hence the more I improve

I change and upgrade my goals out of newer acumen
I discard my old values like worn out tyres
Thankful to them for having brought me this far
For the journey to continue
I must swiftly replace the worn tyres of old values
With the newly retreaded ones
...of newer, higher, and better values

Yesterday, this day was only an imagination
Today it is a reality,
But since I have attained it, shall I stop travelling?
Nay, that is against Nature’s Law

This horizon has enabled me to perceive
... a far more beautiful end which I couldn’t yesterday perceive
Nor could I ever have perceived it any way had I not travelled this far
To it I feel drawn
To it I feel summoned with urgency
To it I must let my destiny flow
To it I must ensure my efforts guide me
For in it must be the clue for my next thrill

Such is the nature of travel
Such is the nature of humans
And I am only human

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The Poetry of Hope

Every once in a while I lose myself
But I’m glad the dreams are coming back
I feel the thrill filling me
I feel my heartbeat rising
I see redemption rising in the days ahead
I still realise once again that I’ve earned another chance to begin anew
Still glad that it’s early in life
...and I can apply the lessons I’ve learnt before I’m twenty five

Phew! Boy, my heart’s beating fast
I shall no longer look at my past
For the past is just that
...opportunities gone with the wind, never to come back
I look towards the days ahead
I spend today to dream of the future I intend
For I know now tomorrow is bound to come
Today was but a dream ten years back
Had I realised then how soon today would come
I’d already be rich riding on the wings of independence
I pledge never to make that mistake again

Today I shall live like I plan
...and not like my neighbour Mr. Wright
For I know not how much he earns to spend the way he does
Today I shall not live like the society around me
For I don’t know whether they think ahead 
...of the days that are bound to be raining with storms of emergency
I pledge to live as befits me
I plan to live today in a way that enables me to save
For now I know I was right ten years ago
But I hadn’t the courage to follow a route of my own
Now I’m determined ten years to come...
I’ll be riding on the unicorn of delight

I pay no care for what those here and there may air
I wanna be happy today in my moderate ways
Knowing all too well I’m headed where
There, in the future where my heavy dreams will float in the air
I’m no hater so for the rest of the players here
I wish all the goodwill and good wishes my subconscious can air

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The Discipline of a Student

Oh Lord, I know you know I have been thanking you a lot lately
But today I want to pray
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Almighty Lord
You know me and you know how in life I pine to succeed
I know all that I want
And I know what to do in order to get it all
The will power, emotional power, confidence... certainty
...and all that entails the achievement of a dream
But there is one thing I specifically need
For with it my success is guaranteed

Almighty Lord
Please give me the discipline of a student
Please make me endear my keenest efforts on my chief pursuits
Just as though I’m about to sit for an exam... for I know in a way I am

Please give me the sense to properly manage my time
And take from my heart the desire to waste time 
...and the vice of procrastination
In its place fill me with the fear of punishment and failure
...if I go about work like a truant does
...spending too much money here... and too much time there

Please sharpen my focus like that of a student aiming for that higher diploma...
...knowing the realisation of it will chance him a higher degree
Help me aptly execute the duties entrusted unto me
For its exceptionality will lift me to the reach of even higher doors

Almighty, please fill me with the discipline of a student
To sacrifice my little peer pleasures now... and invest all my heart into my pursuits
Knowing all too well that as that an empowering reality awaits me 
...at the end of my truest efforts

Help me to be honest with myself
...knowing that all I do now
...is first of all for my own benefit
And that if I do it so well
It will benefit and inspire even many more to garner more of their potentials

Now my Almighty Lord,
Think of this as a business proposal
I have the dream and capability
You have the power over reality
If you take my dream and capability seriously 
...and assist me with your power over reality
Very soon I will succeed, and there will be many wanting to be like me
All these shall be to your gain too for I shall direct them your way as proof
So you see Lord, your help and my efforts will tomorrow make us both a happier lot 
Think about it
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Mhmm...  Who am I kidding, I know you did think about it and that’s why you 
decided to make me live
Thanks Lord

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The Responsibility To Please

At last here I sit 
Squarely in the limelight 
The gallery is at peace
With a tad bit tension
Longing for ease
And it falls upon my shoulders
The responsibility to please

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Beauty and the Unpublished Author

Far away in a little town tucked in the corner of a map
Lives the girl who ruined his heart
And broke his life

While with him she would smile and laugh so sweet
Tender as only she could be
In his heart she lit even the corners so deep

With time she became his definition of life
In all he did he had her in mind
Life wasn’t life without him seeing her smile

As moments grew into weeks
The flower of his heart started to reveal its wilt
In her eyes no longer was the sparkle he was used to seeing

Winds carried awful odour of their disorder
Tales went round of her illicit exploits behind the counter
The man with the shop at the corner savoured all the honey she offered

At first he dismissed the whispers with laughter
But soon he discovered he was the only one on the other side of reality’s border
Yes indeed, another prince had taken over

Trouble was how sincerely he loved her
Problem was that even she had only love to offer
Issue was he hadn’t yet sold a dime of the books he authored

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Oh, My Beloved Africa

Oh, my Beloved Africa
Why are you always so behind time
Why is it that the world always has to be miles ahead
For you to follow in the trail of dust they leave behind

Oh, my Beloved Motherland
Why is it that these sons and daughters of yours
Are always so eager to get up and leave
Why is it that you always only get to keep
...those whose thoughts are to beg and keep the obsolete
...of history from the worlds abroad 
...which have nothing better than the makings of thee

Oh, Africa my Beloved
Even I sometimes get the urge to just get up and leave
But so strong is my love for thee
For it always anchors my spirit, here to be
Perhaps if you and I were to form an alliance
We would prove to the others
That indeed, even in Paradise dreams can still be achieved
We can prove to them that on the canvas of life 
Anyone can paint whatever his heart may like
For it isn?t life that matters
But the reality of what you make of the opportunities it offers

Oh, Africa you truly are my deepest love
For you, in my heart is nothing but pride
But there is just one teeny-weeny bit of help I need
Please speak to Mother Nature for me
And ask her gently to lend me her scriptures of life
So I may peruse through to see if I can find some answers I seek
For I feel inclined to believe
She has a lot more acumen to offer
Than of the realities that graces the ordinary minds
Of her intelligence, I wish to spread to the extents it may prevail
So in speaking to her on my behalf
Please ensure to make clear of my selfless intents 
So she may keep sealed from me the pages whose secrets she doesn?t wish 
revealed


Oh, My Beloved Mama Africa
You truly are such a Great Mama
You have seen it all in time, 
...and even beyond my time you will still continue to see it all as time strides
Truly, in me your roots run deep
For your were still here, when more than a thousand years back 
...plans to have me alive were hatched
Son after father after grandfather after great grandfather
...after an endless series of other greater grandfathers in time
So why should I abandon thee when it?s finally time for me live 
Just to show you gratitude for having me 
...this life I live I shall on behalf of all before me dedicate to the benefit of thee

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An Explorer In the Jungle of Dreams

If I hadn’t been born into poverty
I’d be rich relieving the fantasies of the wealthy
I wouldn’t be free to experience reality
For I’d be burdened with the inheritance to keep
I’d have a golden noose around my neck
...and whenever I’d wish by life to be swayed
I’d be reminded of the wobbly silver stool beneath my fragile feet
I’d have crystals for a floor
And I’d be afraid to jump to my heights 
...for the fear that I’d hit the diamond chandelier and make it fall
...and in its fall the crystal floor would be gone, 
...for into sharp tiny pieces it would deform
...promising to bleed anyone who dared it with his soles
I wouldn’t be able to run even if I tried
For the inherited name and fame of its wealth
...would be like rubber bands pulling me back and fast with each step I tried away

Now here I am, still in the realm of mediocre reality
But at least my heart pines for my chance to shine
...like a piece of gold in the dirt
For sure I will never again play pals with poverty
For the secret is I am a spy on mediocrity
My purpose here to be is to analyse the weakness of it
So that when I’ll launch my offensive against the beast
I’ll know the fatal areas to hit

The limitations thrust my way today
I’ll use to draw a map for the travellers of better days
I am an explorer in the jungle of dreams
If I don’t fulfil that which is vested by creation upon me 
The future generations will have no goals to see
And no route to follow to it even if somehow they see
Mine is to find the sure route to the state of glory
Through the jungle of dreams and difficulties
I must pave a path for the future to build into a highway
I have to arrive in time and set things right
I have to ensure that they learn to see the doors concealed in every wall

I have to rise and own it all
The silver, crystal and gold
The diamond has already seen so much blood flow
So of its keep I’ll let Mother Nature hold
But this wealth I dream to own
I shall use not to build the future a prison
I shall use it to build a fountain of inspiration
Something to remind them of their freedom
Something to them akin to good seed to sow
And not a bewitching find to hoard

Of my wealth I shall cast a timeless spell
That any and every who perceive of its blessings
Shall be possessed by the desire for better
And since better only comes out of endeared efforts
I shall rest assured of even greater success in their future

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Even the Hurricane Has a Heart

Violent, disastrous, ruthless, merciless
Such words come to mind when one thinks of a hurricane
Destroying anything and everything on its way
Paying no care to the efforts and time invested in that reality
Paying no care to the pain and adversity it leaves behind
Intent to proclaim its superiority at the highest possible cost

...But even a hurricane in all its angered fury
	...has a heart
...and a hurricane’s heart is usually so calm 
...unperturbed by what is going on around it
While its fury whirls around violently destroying
...right in the middle of it, the heart is calm and peaceful

Times will certainly come as rain is bound to drop
...when you will be faced by many challenges
...and it will be like a hurricane has descended on you
In such times, seek the heart of the hurricane
...be at the very centre of it, and you will be fine
...for even a hurricane obeys time
Soon it will exhaust its rage
...and it will be reduced to a mere breeze
	...incapable of harming even a twig

All troubles are seasonal
They may come with storms and thunder
...but soon they’ll be gone
...they’ll be reduced to mere references in the past

Don’t take troubles as personal
Just take them as the experiences of life from which you learn
Each of us must pass through that class
Question is... will you fail or will you pass the exams
The key to passing is tolerance, patience, and understanding

The greatest blessing in life is the MIND
The heart is always weak and irrational
...thus it cannot be trusted to bring happiness that lasts
Empower your mind and use it when in need
When trouble persists, there is only one place to exist
...Ahead in your dreams
Always think of tomorrow when it’ll all be gone
And you’ll own as many happy feelings as your heart will want
Never let your emotions tackle your problems
Always call onto the three minds that govern all life
Your Conscious Mind with which you think
Your Subconscious Mind which turns your thoughts and dreams into reality
And the Super Infinite Mind (God) that has no troubles of its own,
...and is always willing to help you triumph over yours
 
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Dedication to my dear friend Andrea
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