Category: Poetry

THE PILGRIM (PART TWO)

So I set out amidst the gale And staggered as thus I drank ale, And the rains came down with strong hail Thus my countenance became pale. I had nearly lost my Guidebook For the sun hid; her rays it took; Therefore I strained my eyes to look As I searched for it every nook, Along the path, I saw…

Peace

Amongst the stress of this world, there I find you, beneath the rustles of my worries, there I will lie in you nothing more can be compared to your peace, within it all, beneath all the grease, the clumps and static this world brings, forgetting where true peace lies, anxiety-filled to the brink slowly stepping away and realising where peace…

THE PILGRIM (PART ONE)…

I’ve heard the tale of Yonder Land Where air is hale and gold, the sand; ‘Tis said the way to Yonder Land, Be full of dread that minds go bland, For even the brave have lost heart And their courage, torn apart; But ’tis also said of a part Of men who though, they having warts, Reached the Land and…

GROWING UP

Growing up was fun When all we did was rhyme Play, play, and sing songs Not minding time pass by While we watched our planes Fly high high up the sky Or our kites being flown Kissing the sun in sight The ground our canvas Where beauty was expressed Our pretty drawings Imprinted from great minds With nature’s stencil And…

ME,  MYSELF AND I

I have my own trinity That I worship so highly I put on my royal robe Sit and stare at my own globe But I am a king of me Strange to think; ‘how can this be’? In my Kingdom there exists Populace of three subjects Namely: me, myself, and I But each wants to be on high And then…

What’s marvellous to me?

Marvellous, not always something we use to describe things. We probably use the words, good, great, amazing. But not really marvellous. Maybe because it’s old-fashioned, I’m not too sure. Poem As years pass by, We grow we age, Discovering new lessons, The tolls and aches, They bring to mould us And of course, we do break But it’s rising up…

Words

WORDS Are words mere words? Or loud whispers? Our innermost contemplations? And echoes of our hearts? But words have meaning Or at least they ought to have; Words can bring sorrows or joy They bear on their wings: tears or smiles, For by the word of a man Wars have been fought; By his utterance Love also found a place…

TO DO LIST…

Talk to the young Talk to the old Talk to the rich Talk to the poor; Learn from the ant Listen to the bird, Watch the sunset Gaze at the moonlight; Be friendly Have good friends; Enjoy your life Prepare for death, Fall in love Go round the world, Be quick to listen And slow to speak; Be positive Take…

THE PRICE OF LIFE

For food and shelter A man may falter But why at his soul’s expense Lose his common sense? Indeed life is hard And the ground is indeed hard; For even with a man’s till The earth may yield small still So do we blame him? When his demeanour is but grim? And he thinks of selling his soul For there’s…

Purpose

things align for a reason, unknown of the purpose or reason, within it, every crack and weakness is exposed all the glory it ever had, just goes but appreciate the fact that it came and went, appreciating the fact that, there will be a development of someone who aims to perfect themselves, of someone who aims to be more than…