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Farah Diba Pastor Poem
Acrostic – I love you to the moon and back
Title: A mother’s love
I wish you were here and happy again
Losing you was hard but God took away your pain
Our family chain is broken now, but your link will still remain
Virtues of family love will always be my guide
Even though you are no longer here, I feel your presence at my side
Your memory is just a keepsake now, which I will never part
Our precious moments will always be embedded deep down in my heart
Unconditional was your love, right from the very start
To the moon and back I will always love you
Our lives were not all rosy, but we made it through
Through all the hardship and the pain
Holding my hand, you taught me how to dance in the pouring rain
Each and every day, I wish for a last chance to hold you once again
Mom, you were my sunshine who brightened up my day
Only you could chase my grey clouds away
Only you could wipe away my tears
Now you are no longer here to erase my fears
And when my days were upside down
No one but you could take away my frown
Did not know that losing you would turn my world around
Beautiful and caring, you were one of a kind
Always putting our needs first and leaving yours behind
Could you come back one last time to relieve the hurt and pain
Kind thoughts of you keeps my mind sane…I love you to the moon and back until we meet again!
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06 January 2022
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beautiful peacock
like a completed puzzle
her feathers unlock
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Proud and fearless they await the blank handgun
Olympic battles have just begun
Endurance and persistence have been the least of fun
Motivated and being cheered on, by each and everyone
Failure has been the best way to learn
Overall respect is what they had to earn
Raising their flags up high, is what all athletes yearn
All the sleepless nights and fears
Tears of joy paid off the fruitless years
Heart and soul they’re in the game
Letting them rise to glorious fame
Enjoying every minute on the track
Thoughts of failure, they never look back
Excellence achieved, with trophies in hand
Shining stars singing the anthem of their proud land
07 September 2021
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A small piece of paper with a written clue
Mom used to say: "The Easter Bunny left it there for you"
Sometimes I wondered if it was really true?
Out in the garden, how many eggs will I find?
Searching high and low, leaving none behind
On the grass, between the flower bed
Chocolate coated eggs lay scattered, yellow, pink and red
Behind the apple tree, to my surprise!
Out hops the Bunny, with his ruby red eyes!
Pink floppy ears and a furry disguise!
This is the truth, it ain't no lies!
I saw it all with my own two eyes!
Dragging his basket with his short fat legs
He got such a fright and ran away without his easter eggs!
Now I no longer wonder if it's true...
The small piece of paper with the written clue
I know for sure the Easter Bunny puts it there for me and you!
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Tis here where it all started, do you remember
Young and innocent we were, under the silvery moon in it's celestial splendor
Arms wrapped around each other, oh how could I forget
Then you moved far away, I sadly do regret
Years later we are back on this lonely bench just like before
As the sweet fragrant breeze of midnight fills the air so petrichor
Illuminating the sky, the silvery moon looks down in awe
Wrapped around each other's arms, eyes locked up in a mysterious glance
He reaches for her hand, the lovers start to dance
Cotton candy clouds swirling around in a mesmerizing trance
As their minds connect in a midnight romance
Flickering stars, no musical beat
Dancing to the tunes of their thumping heartbeat
Swinging her hips from side to side, feeling his warm embrace
Turning and twisting, her golden tresses wraps around his face
Drawing him closer, her lips beckoning for kisses
As their bodies meet he grants her her wishes
Souls in unison, lost in a world of love's delight
Kissing and hugging, hearts shimmering bright
As they continue to dance under the silvery moonlight
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Ever wondered what the life after death journey on the other side would be?
Are we off to the land of milk and honey or doomed for a life of excruciating pain and misery?
Is Heaven really as beautiful as they say?
Where your loved ones await you patiently each and every day?
Where children laugh and dance and play?
Where angels chant their mystic hymns
To the tunes of violins and harps, tranquility it brings?
Heaven must be a cosmic paradise
Where Eden is filled with orchards and luscious fruit, a place where a landscaped valley lies
Where flowers bloom and never dies, where rivers flow and never dries
Quenching your thirst on runny nectar while swimming downstream...
While on the other side Hell awaits like a tormented dream!
A prison of darkness, one dreadful antagonizing scream!
The devil's laughter echoing over and over again as his wicked grin takes pleasure in your pain, for you fell for his sinful game!
As you scream and writhe in agony while being tossed into a burning furnace with a monstrous flame!
No parents to protect you and no friends to blame
A repulsive smell of flesh and blood, hanging like a thick cloud in the air
It's too late now, there's no turning back once you set foot in the fiery lair!
So live a God fearing life on earth, kind hearted, respectful with tender love and care
Or end up like the arrogant and non-believers in the gut-wrenching pit of eternal nightmare!
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2 April 2023
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A beautiful country deliberately engulfed
In flames, by looters who once again play the apartheid games
Stealing from your brothers the colour of your own skin
Is it a shame or do you call it a fair win?
Planning quick riots, stoking the unrest
Burning down shopping malls, causing instant joblessness
stealing fridges and tv’s that cannot fit into your car
A blue couch too big for your house, oh how bizarre!
Stone throwing unmarked vehicles, why?
Do you even care if the only breadwinner might die?
You only care about yourself and nothing less
Stop blaming apartheid when you caused this mess
Date: 29 July 2021
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They both know what they want
Yet cannot let go of what they have
Stolen kisses and coffee in a car
Before they part their separate ways
This is how the lovers would meet, cosy café, dark alley or street
His love for her died long away
Her fairy-tale marriage, just a great social media show
What will her besties say if they should know?
Will the boys hate him the older they grow?
Obsessed with her selfies she posts every day
He searches for love in a different way
Someday will come when her golden crown,
Sandcastles and all will come tumbling down
SHE knows about his affair and fling
Even tried saving it with marriage counselling
The thought of it SHE shunts with might
HER name keeps on coming up when they argue and fight
He rushes off on a romantic date
Always on time, not one minute late
Wondering if he is with HER, as SHE lays down his plate
Another excuse for again being late
His time is up, he has to leave
She begs him to stay…five more minutes…please, please, please
His phone keeps ringing, it’s her on the line
Where are you now? Is everything fine?
He rushes back home to his wife to go dine
Like a thief in the night to his side SHE would creep
Stealing his phone while he is fast asleep
Scanning his messages, every phone call
The sly little fox has deleted them all!
He yearns for HER but cannot call
He’s being watched like the mirror on the wall
He kills HER call, before SHE can see
He texts HER back, sorry, can’t take your call, SHE is here beside me!
Wondering smilingly, will he ever be mine?
SHE murmurs wickedly, No! Never! he’s mine, you’ll always be the one second in line
Written by: Farah Diba Pastor
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Life is not a nursery rhyme
Once upon a time, not too long ago
Children were safe wherever they go
Playing and skipping ‘til way after dark
Dancing and singing in the play park
Ring-a-ring-a-rosy
Where did she go, the girl with the posy?
Hush-a-push-a
Along came a stranger and away he usher
We all fall down
Raping and strangling her and
Buries her underground
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Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep
Slowly behind her the psycho would creep
They didn’t know where to find her
The search was called off, they left it alone
Everyone’s tired they all went back home
Finding her mutilated body crushed with a stone
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This is the new trend, spreading like wild
Taking the life of an innocent child
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Peter Peter the pumpkin eater
Had a wife and up he beat her
He kept her in a pumpkin shell
Verbally and mentally abusing her as well
Little did she know
To a helpline she can go
And get a restraining order
So Peter Peter, the pumpkin eater
Will no longer be allowed to beat her
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On the street corner poses little Miss Muffet
Showing off her worth and strutting her tuffet
Along came a driver in a brand new red spider
Looking so charming and pulls up beside her
And escorts Miss Muffet away
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Why are we leading our young girls astray?
From the tender age on nine prostituting their lives away
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Little Jack Horner sells crack on the corner
Along with his drug laced pie
Once you’re addicted
It’s so hard to fix it
So don’t even give it a try
He gives it on credit, and if you can’t debit
Then surely a loved one will die
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These are the times where we live in fear
Fifty innocent children killed in less than a year!
Instead we should hear their merry little laughter
And live in peace forever and ever after!
The End
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From way up high I wish you could see
All of God’s beauties surrounding me
Mountain tops covered in dazzling white snow
Sapphire blue clouds reflecting in oceans below
Carefree and gentle the rivers would flow
While animals are grazing happily down low
Colorful patches the flowers they grow
Orchards and trees
Butterflies and bees
Oh what a delightful scene!
Fields spread wide of emerald green
Silver sandy beaches and deserts all dry
All can be seen while soaring high
The hustle and bustle of the human race
How life passes at a rapid pace
Skyscrapers and penthouses towering high
Looking down, enamored eye
Such a wondrous sight to see
If only you were perched on the ledge besides me
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