Different
Reminiscence
Heartstrings
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Without any smile he spoke out, “I don’t care
Yet the thoughts wouldn’t leave, his nights were sleepless
Tossing about his bed, broken and scared
Life he thought, wasn’t fair, maybe meaningless
She looked her friend in the eyes, “leave me alone”
Her eyes sparkled as she spoke in anger
Yet deep within she was not alone
Her thoughts were much and varied, they troubled her
She silently longed for some ear to listen
But she had pushed all her friends away
Tears welled in her heart, her eyes moistened
In one sad gulp, she swallowed all she had to say
For every attempt to help he’d say “I’m fine”
Yet all around him, everything was wrong
His life, home, studies, work, all were out of line
He laboured to show himself he was strong
A lone soldier, his was a losing battle
Is it pride, fear, maybe he can’t trust others
He bears all the burdens on his shoulder so little
Soon all the weight of care come crashing over
“What’s the matter, you look troubled”
She makes-up a face, with a smile says “nothing”
“Are you sure? Or you need someone to talk to?”
A slight pause, “am okay” she says grinning
As he walks away, her heart gives way
Unspoken hurts flow down her cheeks, mixed with tears
Why can’t we just get these burdens away
Friends, family, they are there for all your fears
Too many hurts, too many hearts broken,
By cares and fears, pains and needs we would not share
Those thoughts, deep longings, words left unspoken
Has made prisoners of many, earthly hell
I Live
I have no fear but that I may live and not have lived,
For the things that my heart know to be true.
Nothing gives me cold sweats like chasing dreams
That really were never mine; false goldmines,
That fill me with outward riches, a poor soul.
Gold of course I love, will have aplenty
Yet only a rich, hale and hearty soul,
Can make aught else I posses a pleasure.
I want to live, long and full, really live,
For all that matter: my dreams, my faith, family.
I choose to live only if when I live,
Others around me would also have lived,
Knowing and telling that I lived for more than me.
I live without fear cos I really live.
My heart bears me witness that I live true.
One People
We are one people, evidently so
One people divided only by our fears
We are one people, never mind our woes
Can’t you see we have so little problems?
We are so united, only without trust
We are on the same journey, just different routes
We as one are so blessed, we are our only curse
We tell each other everything but the truth
Our oneness is a firm cord, umbilical
We are joined so strongly by the juice in our soils
We’re one, though our leaders think it’s farcical
We fight for oneness, they are enriched from our toils
We are one People, everyone of us know
They massage our ‘common’ bulging udder
With truckloads of milk, upwards the map they go
Oh! I meant to say “we”, as one that we are
We’re one, seperated by hued glass cars, huge walls
Our oneness is touching, a beautiful dirge
Pen-robbers are king, and we buy from same stalls
Prey and predator, we are one, hmm…”so sage”
We are One, only divided by boundaries
We revel in our oneness, to hide our hearts
Ours is a rare prejudice, clothed in oneness
We embrace in parties, yet throw secret darts
We have made our oneness a poisoned chalice
Every kiss we share, we pass on subtle venom
Hameed meets and is enraptured by Alice
But Oneness has taught him hate is the norm
We are one, we greet ourselves with guns and swords
We are one, we sow the seeds to divide and rule
Hearts cold as death, feign to fight for us in words,
They too are our curse, leaders, mean and cruel
I weep as I write these because we are one
Blinded by hate, crippled by greed, we are one
Somewhere in our hearts, a handful are still one
Raped and ripped apart, we’ve all suffered as one
We’ve all been fooled, hoodwinked, lied to as one
Yet a dream still lives in us to rise as one
I hear the rally cry of many hearts as one
“Crushed and battered, let’s mould our clay into one”
Like mirrors
Great words are not in ventriloquence.
They are not even measured by eloquence.
Many have thought the wisdom of words to be in quantity;
Still many a word spoken often starve of quality.
Some have thought the right accent could do the magic.
How often we listen to wannabe “Yankees” sound tragic.
The ones whose words outlive, whose voices echo on,
Simply let out the fountain flowing from within.
Great words, are like a work of art, more like mirrors.
They paint us a man’s heart, giving us clear pictures.
My Baby
Everyday in life is special, at least for me
Still having you in mine, as mine, beats all else
And if I would choose one day as remarkable,
It’ll be the day the gift of you was given.
I have said many things to you, about you
I have written several lines, spoken in rhymes
One thing though, no words, however much, could really do:
To say all that I would, I’d need a lifetime
The mix of all you are still has me “spellbound”
Your drive, and charm, the priceless candor, so much more.
You’re not just my sweetheart, you are my friend, the best
Times, have tried us, and we’ve stood through the tests
Like I promised, I’ll stand with and for you, always
And yes, even at eighty, you’ll still be the One:😍
The One person I’ll love in so many ways.
Today, like everyday, you’re special, Happy birthday!
Oddies
Tears are not flowing, hearts are cold
Men refuse to marry, our girls are old
Time is still ticking, fools are on hold
Giants are sleeping, cowards stand bold
So much work on ground, hands fold
Crazy is the new way, so we are told
Fools lead, idiots cheer, as they steal gold
Change? Blood will flow from hearts so cold
BLESSINGS
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God’s love is warm, it soothes the soul.
His arms are strong, bearing our cares.
He has made all things good, it’s grace.
For you, He died and went to Sheol.
On his way, he bore all your fears.
Even now, his blood pleads your case.
How much He loves you, beyond words.
For you, He’d go again to the cross.
His heart’s always longing for you,
He desires your fellowship.
He’s not after how much you do.
Just like a Shepherd with his sheep,
You hearing His voice, matters most.
The silent whispers and gentle sighs,
Battles won and those that seem lost,
None are meaningless in His eyes.
From the comfort of cushioned beds
Or the crags of a mountaintop,
His presence is always with you.
On bended knees or office chairs,
In a silent room or crowded shop,
Your words need no tempo nor hue;
You can, should always speak with Him.
All He needs, is give him your heart.
Treasure His love more than the gifts,
Seek His presence to Hear his voice.
Today, tomorrow, He’s the same.
His Love, His grace, His peace, His gifts,
He’s given to you without toils.
All are yours by faith in His Name.
Stop awhile and think about this:
He gave you Christ, with Him, all things.
Poetic Heart 