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Peace
I will come to you and ask questions
That I may know what's in your mind
I will come to you and listen to your words
That I may understand your pain
I will come to you and acknowledge your emotions
That I may empathize more than sympathize
I will come to you and hear your full story
That I may offer solutions if required
I will come to you and treat you the best I can
That I may prove myself and take away unfounded doubts
I will come to you that you may see what's in my heart
Working around with rules, never breaking nor bending
For when we speak, we are heard...
when we listen, we understand
when we acknowledge, we show respect
when favours we extend, we lift hearts and souls!
That I may know what's in your mind
I will come to you and listen to your words
That I may understand your pain
I will come to you and acknowledge your emotions
That I may empathize more than sympathize
I will come to you and hear your full story
That I may offer solutions if required
I will come to you and treat you the best I can
That I may prove myself and take away unfounded doubts
I will come to you that you may see what's in my heart
Working around with rules, never breaking nor bending
For when we speak, we are heard...
when we listen, we understand
when we acknowledge, we show respect
when favours we extend, we lift hearts and souls!
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Posted: Jan 2014
About this poem:
we all long for a peaceful life...peace is like a clear river...it must flow from one point to the other... Let us be the vessels Peace springs from....A Sunday to Remember
Wandering souls wearing itchy feet
Early on a Sunday 'morn what a feat
Down the highway, round the bend
Houses lining dusty road seems no end
Further afield into the forest deep
Driving slowly on roads a-curvy
Like a snake, winding along graveled road
Soaking in never ending glades so broad
Suddenly a creek so beautiful looms in view
Places and moments like these few
Eyes feasted; as brake made such a screech
Joining campers wallowing in sublime bliss
Of Mother Nature's lush and lavish gifts
Not a minute wasted, they are charmed
By the water's song, hard to resist
They followed where it wants to lead!
Down a quiet pool, spent time, meditate
Tapestry woven above only nature can create
Fresh leaves on fragile twigs and branches long
In sync with a verdant velvety carpet down below
Coming together, touching each other ever gracefully
Casting shadows onto coolish still waters
Dancing, bouncing, swaying like ballerinas
Yet serene, this place; Serene it seems!
Up ahead a log lay across the gentle stream
Foot bridge to reach other side, don't dream
Ever inquisitive, this little child within
Off she went away hoping to get a glimpse
Of the beauty waiting across the water to be seen
Stopped on her path, eyes on camera screen
Freezing this beauty for a lifetime to be seen
But the ground moved; and slithered it seemed!
It's a ssssssnnnnaaakkke! The word flashed in her brain!
Though hard-wired to either fight or flee
Yet this time feet locked-in; frozen they seem
An auto-survival strategy God's gift to us peeps
Here she felt a whole life-time flashed
Before a scream and a shriek broke the silence around
Her brain hopelessly ordering her able hands
"Take that photo you silly b*t*h" but her hands too froze in time!
Another step taken, her foot would have landed
Mid-body of what was thought a fat brown snake
Lunch soon served under a canopy of giant trees
Whew! What a way to work an appetite she thought!
Behind them, the creek her sweet symphony she plays
Heard across the verdant meadow by a few campers
Basking in the warmth of the sun's afternoon kiss!
In this beauté of a place named Boulder Creek!
Early on a Sunday 'morn what a feat
Down the highway, round the bend
Houses lining dusty road seems no end
Further afield into the forest deep
Driving slowly on roads a-curvy
Like a snake, winding along graveled road
Soaking in never ending glades so broad
Suddenly a creek so beautiful looms in view
Places and moments like these few
Eyes feasted; as brake made such a screech
Joining campers wallowing in sublime bliss
Of Mother Nature's lush and lavish gifts
Not a minute wasted, they are charmed
By the water's song, hard to resist
They followed where it wants to lead!
Down a quiet pool, spent time, meditate
Tapestry woven above only nature can create
Fresh leaves on fragile twigs and branches long
In sync with a verdant velvety carpet down below
Coming together, touching each other ever gracefully
Casting shadows onto coolish still waters
Dancing, bouncing, swaying like ballerinas
Yet serene, this place; Serene it seems!
Up ahead a log lay across the gentle stream
Foot bridge to reach other side, don't dream
Ever inquisitive, this little child within
Off she went away hoping to get a glimpse
Of the beauty waiting across the water to be seen
Stopped on her path, eyes on camera screen
Freezing this beauty for a lifetime to be seen
But the ground moved; and slithered it seemed!
It's a ssssssnnnnaaakkke! The word flashed in her brain!
Though hard-wired to either fight or flee
Yet this time feet locked-in; frozen they seem
An auto-survival strategy God's gift to us peeps
Here she felt a whole life-time flashed
Before a scream and a shriek broke the silence around
Her brain hopelessly ordering her able hands
"Take that photo you silly b*t*h" but her hands too froze in time!
Another step taken, her foot would have landed
Mid-body of what was thought a fat brown snake
Lunch soon served under a canopy of giant trees
Whew! What a way to work an appetite she thought!
Behind them, the creek her sweet symphony she plays
Heard across the verdant meadow by a few campers
Basking in the warmth of the sun's afternoon kiss!
In this beauté of a place named Boulder Creek!
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Posted: Mar 2014
About this poem:
We have snakes where I came from but have not seen or been anywhere near a snake outside a zoo...I'm scared of them! But I was even more scared when I described to my husband what I saw. It looks like I stood an inch away from a Death Adder...He said I'm a very lucky girl...I have since reminded myself that I am no longer in NZ where I use to roam around the forest on my own without fear (no snakes in NZ - except the occassional two legged species that comes out after swigging far to many bottles in one day ;-DNB: I just want to take your attention to that line: "take that photo...... silly b*t*h". I didn't really say that.... First I try not to swear... I'm not perfect though... But it's not part of my repertoire ... Second I would not start calling myself silly coz I don't want everyone else following... It just sounded better that way.... Thanks guys...just couldn't let you start thinking I'm a swearing cursing old trout ;-)
Life
like a yatch
out in the ocean
on a glorious day
you can sail as slow or
as fast as you want
in anyway the wind blows
so don't forget
to take the time
to have a splash,
dive, jump and
just enjoy
the ride
while it lasts!
out in the ocean
on a glorious day
you can sail as slow or
as fast as you want
in anyway the wind blows
so don't forget
to take the time
to have a splash,
dive, jump and
just enjoy
the ride
while it lasts!
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Posted: Mar 2014
About this poem:
the child in me...Secret Recipe: Coffee, Tea or Rhyme?
I wonder what ingredients a poet chops
Or secret spices for poems to dish out
I looked inside his pot to see if I can spot
Secret recipe, stuffs he mixes for poems that's top
First I saw blank canvasses in sizes, shapes and colours vast
Big and small, dark and bright, narrow and wide, just as right
Jumping all over inside, in colours dark and bright
"Original ideas" inspired by things and events in life
A trigger comes that grabs a poet's mind to squeal
A thing of beauty or a beast that catches and appeals
Velvety feel on skin, aroma that floats like a dream
Or a voice so sweet awakening sleepy spirit deep within
The poet thus begins mixing some potent words
Born from images flashed in his mind's valleys and fiords
Stirred passionately together with sentimental flavours
Folded, baked with emotion; then peppered with truth or flair!
Sir, would you prefer coffee or tea with that? Or just rhymes?
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Posted: May 2014
About this poem:
glad to find out the flare up re: rhyming, has seem to have settled down...this is just a light hearted take on why and how some of us write...Regrets and Gratitude
Today, with tears he left me for the last time
Yesterday if he did, I’d have to live with unsaid goodbyes
The past more than four years went through my mind
Nit-picking all those times, finding answers to my why’s
A life lived for others who cared, maybe even loved
Life's demands and priorities tie people down
His days lived alone in his small and quiet world
Devoid of human connection, most days on his own!
Four years ago, we met and our feelings seemed mutual
A warm welcoming sight, in a short coat of warm brown
Smiled so much he drooled all over me, much to my chagrin!
Warmed up to him, I simply couldn't keep my frown!
On days I’m alone and lonely at home; he always dropped by
Caressing my legs asking why, what’s the matter now?
I’ll share with him what I have; I feel it’s always worthwhile
He’ll take what I give, he’ll ask for more then take a bow!
I wonder next time when I work in the garden or water our plants
Who’s gonna come walking around making funny sounds?
Will I see pebbles all over the driveway, will I be upset, cross?
The tears I shed today; a proof a good friend lost!
But am I sad because he’s gone forever from my life?
Or is it more guilt than sadness that’s brewing inside?
I could have done more, I could have love him more
I wore the love inside; allowed contempt to let it hide.
Still I hope this bit of nature I have built around us
Gave him moments of fun instead of just pure glum
Under the banana palms with its broad long leaves
He’s spent days of endless summer hiding from the sun
He has dug the garden beds more times than I ever had
Chasing butterflies and dragon flies all year round
Sleeping next to fragrant flowers in autumn months
Rolling on a sprays of summer colours covering the grounds
Coming home, an orchid flower trashed I'd find
A crafty mind would have thought and planned
To pick the ones with buds about to open and shine
Yet confronted, the look in his eyes says “see it’s gone?”
Feeling ignored; he never failed to make it known
He had the knack of picking my prized, favourite plants
Or making sure he gets more attention than me from my husband
He knew he deserved so much more from these hard-working hands
The silence in this home will echo in his absence.
The Love, Friendship, Company he gave without measure
Leaves a pain in my heart I don’t really understand
Bu I know, I was blessed with four years of memories to treasure!
Yesterday if he did, I’d have to live with unsaid goodbyes
The past more than four years went through my mind
Nit-picking all those times, finding answers to my why’s
A life lived for others who cared, maybe even loved
Life's demands and priorities tie people down
His days lived alone in his small and quiet world
Devoid of human connection, most days on his own!
Four years ago, we met and our feelings seemed mutual
A warm welcoming sight, in a short coat of warm brown
Smiled so much he drooled all over me, much to my chagrin!
Warmed up to him, I simply couldn't keep my frown!
On days I’m alone and lonely at home; he always dropped by
Caressing my legs asking why, what’s the matter now?
I’ll share with him what I have; I feel it’s always worthwhile
He’ll take what I give, he’ll ask for more then take a bow!
I wonder next time when I work in the garden or water our plants
Who’s gonna come walking around making funny sounds?
Will I see pebbles all over the driveway, will I be upset, cross?
The tears I shed today; a proof a good friend lost!
But am I sad because he’s gone forever from my life?
Or is it more guilt than sadness that’s brewing inside?
I could have done more, I could have love him more
I wore the love inside; allowed contempt to let it hide.
Still I hope this bit of nature I have built around us
Gave him moments of fun instead of just pure glum
Under the banana palms with its broad long leaves
He’s spent days of endless summer hiding from the sun
He has dug the garden beds more times than I ever had
Chasing butterflies and dragon flies all year round
Sleeping next to fragrant flowers in autumn months
Rolling on a sprays of summer colours covering the grounds
Coming home, an orchid flower trashed I'd find
A crafty mind would have thought and planned
To pick the ones with buds about to open and shine
Yet confronted, the look in his eyes says “see it’s gone?”
Feeling ignored; he never failed to make it known
He had the knack of picking my prized, favourite plants
Or making sure he gets more attention than me from my husband
He knew he deserved so much more from these hard-working hands
The silence in this home will echo in his absence.
The Love, Friendship, Company he gave without measure
Leaves a pain in my heart I don’t really understand
Bu I know, I was blessed with four years of memories to treasure!
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Posted: Jul 2017
About this poem:
Went on a poetry- writing hiatus for over 2 years so feeling like a stranger to both poetry writing and the poets in the corner now. I hope there are still poets here of my days...it would be nice to hear from you all again.Our furry friend was put down this weekend due to his failing health. I didn't think his passing away will move me as much as it did. Nothing much has stirred me in the past three years that's enough to help me find the courage to try writing again.
The Garden
Once a dream, a vision you sought after
A colourful plant transplanted from her country
Made it the centre of your garden down here
Your dream came true, the one you showered
With time, with care, with love, with passion
So it settles, flourish, bloom, produce shoots
A vision you thought would always carry on
Yet your sight shifted, attracted by the outside world
Your praises given to strangers, to passers by
The lyrics to your songs soon written for others
It was once the subject of your lines, verses
Shame the adoration never lasted
You started living in a world of your own
Adoring others, lifting them up like stars in your eyes
While your garden suffered of neglect, you were unaware
Your vision of the garden remained just that, a vision
You were never true to your role as resident gardener
You let the weeds grow, forgetting they'd suffocate the whole
The water you gave so scant; your garden had no chance
The caring, the love, the attention, the investment of time
You were simply not dedicated to give enough of that
You chose to invest your time , your praises on other things
Lifting them up in the lines of your songs and verses of your poems
Weak without daily care, now in need with much repair
Only in your head your vision remained
Forgetting your garden, your very own
Has the same needs to remain strong
To continue growing, flourishing, flowering
How could you not have known?
Why act only now? When it's too late?
The plant, your plant waited for years
Somehow you would have noticed.
You would have seen its leaves when they first shriveled
Seen the soil dry, hungry for life-giving moisture
All these happened while you busied yourself.
Showering others with words, respect, attention
Until another gardener cared enough to realize
Your dying garden after-all is worth saving.
If only your vision was coupled with deeds,
The kind of deeds that met your garden's needs
It would have remained alive and yours, forever!
If only, you cared enough to water it daily!
A colourful plant transplanted from her country
Made it the centre of your garden down here
Your dream came true, the one you showered
With time, with care, with love, with passion
So it settles, flourish, bloom, produce shoots
A vision you thought would always carry on
Yet your sight shifted, attracted by the outside world
Your praises given to strangers, to passers by
The lyrics to your songs soon written for others
It was once the subject of your lines, verses
Shame the adoration never lasted
You started living in a world of your own
Adoring others, lifting them up like stars in your eyes
While your garden suffered of neglect, you were unaware
Your vision of the garden remained just that, a vision
You were never true to your role as resident gardener
You let the weeds grow, forgetting they'd suffocate the whole
The water you gave so scant; your garden had no chance
The caring, the love, the attention, the investment of time
You were simply not dedicated to give enough of that
You chose to invest your time , your praises on other things
Lifting them up in the lines of your songs and verses of your poems
Weak without daily care, now in need with much repair
Only in your head your vision remained
Forgetting your garden, your very own
Has the same needs to remain strong
To continue growing, flourishing, flowering
How could you not have known?
Why act only now? When it's too late?
The plant, your plant waited for years
Somehow you would have noticed.
You would have seen its leaves when they first shriveled
Seen the soil dry, hungry for life-giving moisture
All these happened while you busied yourself.
Showering others with words, respect, attention
Until another gardener cared enough to realize
Your dying garden after-all is worth saving.
If only your vision was coupled with deeds,
The kind of deeds that met your garden's needs
It would have remained alive and yours, forever!
If only, you cared enough to water it daily!
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Posted: Sep 2019
About this poem:
A mother leaving a husband and their children. We wonder why some do that. My heart sunk, like always when we hear something like this, I could not comprehend. They were a perfect couple and never suspected there was any kind of facade. But just this week, she left him and their kids.Some are unable to comprehend how she couldn't see she left a diamond. But who are we to judge? She is a beautiful diamond too, a very good wife and mother for as long as I have known her. But for some of us if there's a need that is not being met; a longing, a void that's never filled; life is not worth-living.
She knows he loves her, she cannot understand why he would not expresses his love for her in a manner that makes her feel loved. He invested so much to have her move from her country and get settled down-under. But like most men; he overlooked her need for him to remain the centre of her world. Knowing her as a confident young woman; he probably presumed she didn't need him to be around most times.
Marriage should never be the end of the romance. Women's needs do not change just because they become wives. They still long to be made to feel special; to remain the subject of their husbands' poems, lyrics of their songs and recipient of their appreciation, adoration and attention. Women's needs to remain in love remains the same all through out, maybe even more once married.
Lucky is the man who knows passion should be re-lit over and over as time goes; her woman will never think of leaving! Most forget that, Some soon start forgetting special dates, starts appreciating other's instead of the one who chose to be with them. This often makes a woman starts feeling unimportant, and usually gives birth to deep-seated resentment. Even confident women still need to hear and made to feel they are loved, special and important.
When the very reasons a woman falls for a man are withdrawn; the feelings/emotions that developed from them usually go away. Love goes away in the absence of the deeds that won someone's heart in the first place. It is very much like baking; the ingredients are what makes the cake...take them away and you have no cake.
He really is a great guy, he probably just did not realise that there are different love languages and if he fails to speak her wife's love language/s; his actions fail to translate into love in a way or language the wife understands.
Friends are still in shock, their heart goes out for the husband and their beautiful children; but after our conversation, they now see her in a better light!
online today!Connection to Nature
I am connected to Nature
And Nature is connected to me
From the tiniest insect
To the largest tree
From creatures in the deepest ocean
To those on top the highest mountain
From the tiniest ant
To the largest elephant
The tree takes in what I exhale
And returns to me what I inhale
I consume as food, plant life from the earth
After I die, on my remains they will feed
I am connected to Nature
And Nature is connected to me
And Nature is connected to me
From the tiniest insect
To the largest tree
From creatures in the deepest ocean
To those on top the highest mountain
From the tiniest ant
To the largest elephant
The tree takes in what I exhale
And returns to me what I inhale
I consume as food, plant life from the earth
After I die, on my remains they will feed
I am connected to Nature
And Nature is connected to me
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Posted: Sep 2019
About this poem:
Dedicated to those who experience a direct personal connectionto Nature independent of any explanation.
(Any attempt at explanation detracts from the immediate empirical quality
of the experience which is the focus of this piece.)
Until We Meet Again
Golden threads of memory of you
Keep running through my mind,
Thinking of the times we shared
Keeps you still alive within my heart
Everyday I miss your smile
Though I see it in a frame
But no one ever can replace
The sweetness and comfort it brought;
My heart still bleeds in silence
Silent tears still flow
What it was to lose you my baby
Only I ever know.
Losing you was unbearable
And still it is the same,
I keeping searching for answers
That no one but God can explain;
Your Memory is a beacon
That guides me through this lonely life
It is a precious keepsake
Embedded in my heart.
Death is a mystery,it tears loved ones apart,
But one thing I know for sure
God has you in his arms,
I have you in my heart.
I know we'll meet again someday,somewhere
Beyond the blue,
Till then I'll find the strength
To live through each lonely day.
Keep running through my mind,
Thinking of the times we shared
Keeps you still alive within my heart
Everyday I miss your smile
Though I see it in a frame
But no one ever can replace
The sweetness and comfort it brought;
My heart still bleeds in silence
Silent tears still flow
What it was to lose you my baby
Only I ever know.
Losing you was unbearable
And still it is the same,
I keeping searching for answers
That no one but God can explain;
Your Memory is a beacon
That guides me through this lonely life
It is a precious keepsake
Embedded in my heart.
Death is a mystery,it tears loved ones apart,
But one thing I know for sure
God has you in his arms,
I have you in my heart.
I know we'll meet again someday,somewhere
Beyond the blue,
Till then I'll find the strength
To live through each lonely day.
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Posted: Sep 2019
About this poem:
In Memory of my Precious daughter who left me 23yrs ago,this day.Time passes but memories never will.
A Bunch of Scarlet Dogberries in Garth
A bunch of scarlet dogberries in garth
There on the faultline 'tween the summer and fall…
It’s such a pity that I wasn’t a poet born
So that I’d say how much with you I am in love.
How it’s impossible for me without you to live…
How day is empty when you’re not beside…
Wish that I were with you, to touch at least with eyes
Your lips, to be in love with you I wish…
How it’s impossible for me without you to live!
There on the faultline 'tween the summer and fall…
It’s such a pity that I wasn’t a poet born
So that I’d say how much with you I am in love.
How it’s impossible for me without you to live…
How day is empty when you’re not beside…
Wish that I were with you, to touch at least with eyes
Your lips, to be in love with you I wish…
How it’s impossible for me without you to live!
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Posted: Apr 2017
About this poem:
“At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.”— Plato
Oh, My Heart
Oh, my heart,
Like a town that lacks its fencing,
You defenseless, standing wall less,
Do not tell whom you are missing,
Do not stand up ‘gainst the wind,
Let it blow, soulless and idling,
Handing words round ‘long the road,
Let it not tell what it wishes,
Let it hear what it unwishes,
Do not call it, do not tell it
That you’re living, you’re alive!
Like a town that lacks its fencing,
You defenseless, standing wall less,
Do not tell whom you are missing,
Do not stand up ‘gainst the wind,
Let it blow, soulless and idling,
Handing words round ‘long the road,
Let it not tell what it wishes,
Let it hear what it unwishes,
Do not call it, do not tell it
That you’re living, you’re alive!
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Posted: Nov 2016
About this poem:
Another translation of a poetess now long gone. Iza Orjonikidze (1938 – 2010) - a Georgian poetess and literary scholar .Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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