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Titus Loh Poem
O, what is pride
That we holdeth onto it.
‘Tis as dew naked in the sunlight,
A beautified bouquet, fresh trim’d,
A flame flickering in the roaring rain..
A mere feeble flamboyance;
That withers as swiftly as breeze through our fingers..
O, what is pride
That we holdeth onto it.
-Titus Loh-
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You restore, you reinvigorate,
Unstinting; give life.
You destroy, you refrain,
Stubborn; take life.
Rain O rain,
Thy blessing, thy sting…
-Titus Loh-
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A birth ends, another begins.
All is remembered, all is forgotten.
From struggle to splendour, from feeble to forever.
All is remembered, all is forgotten.
Will we learn today
From all whom have, the path, lay.
Will we turn the clocks of yesterday
And have it another way.
To learn to forget,
To learn to remember.
To strive only for That Place,
Where all is remembered, all is forgotten.
(In memory of R. R., 1986-2009)
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O, life before the screen
Will you desert us completely?
Fade not into our memory,
For we need you more than dearly.
O, life before the screen
Where letters were stroked to life
Where games were played outside
Where friendships were built with our very eyes
O, where families spoke at every meal
Where children pranced in the greens of fields
Where spines of books were crimpled and peeled
O, where birds tweeted
Where cookies were heated
Where the apple in A was an apple indeed
O, life before the screen
Will you desert us completely..
-AfterTim-
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Walking the straight path,
Tracks aligned, perfect symmetry.
Lifeless, soulless,
Limping in reality.
As an empty canister,
In the heart of a gale;
Swayed by every nudge,
Trashed by every gush.
Within, that cunning confidence,
Deceiving blissfully.
That senseless fool,
Believing indefinitely.
Step by step
The soul disconnects.
This hollow frame,
Dissolving, decaying…losing the way.
-Titus Loh-
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Early dawning of The Season,
Close knit, yet far sighted.
That jazz trio and song in the shadows,
Lobbying One Hope, and One Light.
A watchful gaze, piercing darkness,
The eye of the night, mesmerizing in fullness.
The sweep of The Spirit,
Soaking, saturating…sequestering silence.
Staring in stark realization,
A clouded conscience, childish chagrin.
The train of temperament, eluding its own path,
And unto its own.
Woeful remorse, within hapless emptiness
I shudder.
For if Thou hasten Thy Hand,
Will I be ready for Heaven.
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One blink, one breath
Where was time when it should pass?
For I arrived at the end
Only to know the beginning
For the very first time.
Past, present; meeting, merging
Refusing to fade, unwilling to trade.
Moment by moment, I sort the pieces
Messed, jumbled, fitting, yet insufficient.
Taking a step back, gazing at the empty,
Have I the right pieces,
Or have I the wrong plan?
A day gained, a day lost,
To waste not another I must.
So in dark, in deep, with You alone,
For now, I start from home.
-AfterTim-
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