Category: Poems

Today is a day I forgive;

Forgive all the people that hurt me.

Today is a day I forget;

Forget all the hateful things I uttered in annoyance.

 

Today is a day I make mistakes;

Mistakes that I’ll have no regrets.

Today is a day I take risks;

Risks that the end bothers me not.

 

Today is a day I love again;

Again I’ll love, even when unreturned.

Today is a day I dance a dance;

A dance with steps rather unknown.

 

Today is a day I look fear in the eye;

The eye that made me shy away from things.

Today is a day I unmask the mask;

The mask that shielded the world from me.

 

Today is a day I look forward to;

Forward to a certain calm and peace.

Today is a day I let go and let out;

Out with all the steam and smoke.

 

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Precious, my precious… such tender hands you do possess… such tender words you do project

for a mothers’ heart stays true to her words.

She feels every pain and torture, a torture meted out by the world

for only a crime she did commit;

a crime of love and love indeed.

 

Precious, my precious… such wisdom you possess… such lips are rare

a tongue that blesses and curse be less.

She sees your sorrows and every hidden tear,

tears of hope and hope indeed.

 

Precious, my precious… such gifts you possess… such meals you make.

For a mother’s heart stays true to the stomach.

She knows when hunger comes knocking at the door, the door that only she has the key

the key that brings satisfaction and satisfaction indeed.

 

I shall take my precious wherever I go.

For she alone feels the dark part of my heart

a heart I once opened for all, till an arrow was sent flying my way.

She may have taken the arrow for me I know not

she may have stitched the pierced heart I know not

but what I do know is that a mother’s heart is made of steel

and sharpened with diamond to weather all storms of life.

 

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The ‘distance far’ is quite some time.

Hurry as you may, it never does come for time itself is a ‘distance far’ depending on the type of clock you use.

Some look at the ‘distance far’ wishing it will yield doth fruit; a reward for hard labor, perhaps hope for a better tomorrow.

Others look at the ‘distance far’ afraid of what it might be while the rest cling to the ‘past gone’ unaware there is a ‘distance far’.

 

A day came when I met a stranger on a rather rainy day. I shared my umbrella with her and she told me about the ‘present near’.

The ‘present near’ had possibilities and expectations but the ‘present near’ was still full of doubts, doubts that the ‘past gone’ might poke its evil nose in it.

The stranger and I decided to try, to try only what a few would do… mix the ‘present near’ with the ‘distance far’ and see what juice it would produce.

It may be bitter; it may be sweet. It may be bland or simply plain.

Whatever we get, we then shall drink for what use will it be if we dare not try?

 

Three years have gone by since the fine blend. I’ve counted more gains than losses incurred.

Today, I dare you to try. Blend the ‘present near’ with the ‘distance far’.

You might get the bland juice at first; perhaps in the middle or somewhere along the line.

That’s normal and shouldn’t scare you.

Just remember: the juice is sweeter in the end… most times, you want more.

 

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Will you stroke my hair, my love?

Will you kiss me with such passion?

A passion I see portrayed by the bravest of them all.

Will you stand by me and show me to the world?

…a rare gem made for such a time as this.

 

Will you slay kings for my sake, my love?

Will you conquer nations for me?

…conquer nations for me more than Napoleon Bonaparte?

Will you bring home the spoils of war?

…a war started by fear and jealousy.

 

Will you put me above the fairest of maidens, my love?

Will you dine and wine with me?

…wine with me with fine glass from America.

Will you dine with me?

…dine with me with fine China from China.

 

Will you hold me close to your chest, my love?

Will you let your heart beat in agreement of our love?

…our love purer than the finest of waters.

Will you fall asleep in my arms dear one?

…a sleep far better than death itself.

 

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Stopping in the open space

there I stood.

Amazed at the influx filling the place.

Boys and girls in different sizes

men and women with different prices.

 

I had a clear picture in my head;

a clear picture or so I thought.

If I buy bread and cake

will I make it and take;

take to the children that heard

 

heard of my kind heart and might?

Shall I buy from you or you

will you sell and be true;

true to the price at which you drew

drew from the stream at which you knew.

 

Stopping in front of an open stall;

approached by a woman who seemed so tall.

Sell bread and cake to me I call

so that I may leave and let you be;

for hunger and thirst has bent my knee.

 

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Down, below the valley where nothing grows.

Down, below the Earth where everything goes.

Shudders and trembles,

hailstones and rumble.

Yet, the Earth has never seen such.

No, the Earth has never had touch

 

A touch so sweet to travel a mile.

Who can fathom the beauty of a lie?

Who can comprehend the wonders of Nile?

Hailstones and rumble

yet the people don’t have a mind.

No, the people have lost their mind.

 

What then shall we do to light the truth

For ignorance they say has not excuse.

A king that wars with no excuse

Hailstones and rumble

For he shall fall, stripped of all his glory;

his past glory shall be a tale.

 

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I was afraid of the thunder storm and so I crawled under my bed.

I was afraid of the stars that shun through my window and so I closed my curtains.

I was afraid of the day and so I stayed indoors till sunset.

 

Was I afraid of the babbling stream because it brought back painful memories?

Was I afraid of the wind because it whispered words similar to fear?

Was I afraid of the sand by the seashore because it reminded me of love?

Was I afraid of the beach pebbles because it was hard like the heart of someone I knew?

 

As I waded in the water and the wind bellowed in my ear; I was afraid.

As I watched people come and go in my life; I was afraid.

As I learnt to love; I was afraid.

As I let him run his fingers through my hair; I was afraid.

As I let go of my past and clung to him; I was afraid.

As he let go when I strayed; I was afraid.

I was afraid when I finally woke up…awake, to an empty heart.

 

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