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Best Poems Written by Stenila Simon

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New Odessey

Stepping onto foreign soil
I take my first newfangled breath
"Here skies are blue
And dreams come true" -
They say, this is success.

With every step I take, I see
My peers ten steps ahead of me
They all began
Where I now stand
Much earlier than me.

Every time I try my skills
They say I must conform my ways.
My mother- tongue
Is here, unsung
My culture in this land unpraised.

I now must renovate myself
Must keep the stars I long in reach,
So let me paint
A new constraint
Upon my heart as they reteach

My actions to be like the "norm"
I feel a new identity!
At first averse,
But now immersed,
I start my walk in novelty.

The path I trek is frightening!
No matter what, I need to fight -
I trip and fall,
With demons, brawl,
Torn to pieces, move in fright.

But now I stand upon a hill
And now the fog has cleared a bit
I stand achieved,
But soon I leave
To conquer mountains greater still.

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The Begging Wealthy Man

Once a man, an elderly 
Was in the sunshine begging
His face was dim and dry to see
Unshaven, unappealing
And as I stared he came to me. 

Trembling hands reached out to me
As I stood there observing
But I did not feel pity, see,
His ugliness emanating
I wished to, from the old man, flee.

From my hands, it fell in his,
A penny, mere, a penny,
He stared at it and saw it is
The most expectable from me
And wondered to the sky, what bliss!

But then as days went by and by
My heart remembered more
It filled my nights with many sighs
Of guilt for being sore
And to myself, I wondered, “Why?” 

But then a friend of mine, I met
Who told me such a story
Of when there was a rich man yet
Who fell to such great misery 
And who’s to know his fate he met?

I wondered, why I hadn’t seen 
The handsome wealthy man behind
The shaggy clothes and eyes so keen. 
Then I went, the fellow, to find,
And smiled at him.. I wasn’t mean.

That little smile was meant to be
A clearly thought apology
For having been so cruelly blind
To how a man can sometimes find
A fate as bad that changes lives!

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The Pain In My Heart

The pain in my heart is the same as the pain
Of a father whose son will look not at his face. 
The fact that my sufferings all were in vain
Is a thousand times more than the pain I then faced.

What, for the love of His son will a father do 
More than to lay himself at your feet, dead?
Is there a love of more kindness today than 
The love that forgave all His murderous fiends?

Why, my dear son, will your eyes open not?
When did thy heart ever alter to stone?
When did my soul filled with love for thy sake
In a thousand years ever leave you in lone?

Answer me, son, let my ears hear your lies,
Face me, my dear, with your pile of deceit,
Puncture my heart yet again, if you wish,
With the sword of a hatred I long to delete.

The piercing of nails and the beating of whips, 
Shall never come close to the pain I now feel
The pain in my heart is much more than the pain
Of a father whose son has forgotten of him.

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Power On the Cross

A tree upon which hung a lamb-
A tree of toxic thorns 
A final cry of agony
That only few would mourn. 

Tragedy befell the place
As the light went dark
Yet the world was now in grace,
Could now, to life, embark. 

There was power in the blood
Shed upon this tree
Everlasting power that could 
Pardon sin and free. 

This tree was once a sign of death
A symbol of disgrace
Now, in sweet remembrance
To be constantly embraced. 

Life that left the tree that day
Would never leave for good,
For, within the next three days
Returned, in glory, stood. 

There is always power in the 
Blood that then was shed
Everlasting power that has 
Risen from the dead.

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A Break of a Lifetime

I think I now deserve my break, 
Before my brain turns into steak!

My head is full of algebras, 
I have nightmares of Boyle's Law, 

Mughal rulers prance around
While in class, I sleep sound.

When I think of a little sac, 
I find a bundle on my back!

Numbers shower like raindrops, 
When the teacher starts to talk!

Homework, oh! homework times 10,
Is what I get to do, again,

I think I now deserve my break, 
Before my brain turns into steak!

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Your Return

When, my Lord, shall You return,
When , to calm my heart in burn?

For, ages, I have searched the skies,
And tears, I shed from aching eyes.

At every thunder roaring high, 
I hope to see the face of Thine.

At every lightning gleaming by,
I hope to meet You in the skies!

For, like a child away from home, 
And like a leaf amidst the storm,

I seek the path I lost, the way
That leads me home when I'm astray.

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The Perfect Friendship

The morning hath sunshine
The night, a dollop of silver moonlight
The mirror, when one stands before it
Hath a reflection
That feels it's emotion
And so do I have
A perfect connection.
They say that life is
Akin to a play, 
Where actors enter and exit at will. 
I dare to disagree. 
My life is but a melody
And melodies are made of many voices, 
Instruments of countless choices.
Each one can choose to
Complement or counteract
My silent song.
But if another voice shall choose
To sing the very song I sing, 
Imperfectly complete with every high and low note, 
Then that is what I call 
The perfect friendship.

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Land of the Lemon-Trees

I know the land where the lemon-trees flower
Where dew-drops shower 
On the pure lily-flowers! 
There flows a glistening life-giving river
On each wave a sliver 
Of light that delivers
Glorious warmth that quells trepid heart-aches
Every eve a dawn-break
Every breath a keepsake. 
Do you know the land where the lemon-trees flower?

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The Messiah In My Boat

The fearful waves of life be rude, 
The strongest winds of armies rage, 
Yet still I find myself at ease,
For, have I with me, Holy, a Sage.

Rocks my boat so madly still, 
Roars the storm that grows at sea, 
Yet, amidst the conflict, calm,
Firmly stands my God with me.

Strengthens He, my weakened will,
Reassures my doubtful heart,
Faith increases manifold, 
All my fear is torn apart;

Has He, power over all, 
Christ the Messiah is He, 
Calm, but stern, commands He forth,
"Calm down, calm down, oh raging sea."

And thus, the sea, His voice, obeys, 
The waves that raged drop back to sea, 
The frightening winds, they part their ways, 
And thus, restored, is silent peace!

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Oh, Father

Tear me not from Thee apart,
And fill with love, this weakened heart.

Give me hope, I seek to see,
Give me courage to worship Thee.

I give myself in Thy mighty hands, 
Shield me in the desert sands.

Hide me from the devil's eyes,
Restrict my tongue from telling lies.

Purify my sinful soul,
Make me always bright and bold.

Encourage me to fight for Thee, 
Prepare me for my victory!