CHOICE
A swirl of sand danced, with the rising wind,
In the blazing dusk, a brutal chill sets in.
Two bony, scorched feet paused in mid-walk,
Same lifeless eyes, to the ground they were locked.
A baby’s whimper erupted from below,
Gnawing Her dead skin and Her even blacker soul.
Time stood still, but finally She bends…
In Her arms She now carries a new weight,
Away from survival, and into the arms of Fate.
nov06
Saturday, March 10, 2007
MUM
MUM
I see Mother as a Kaleidoscope;
An inner beauty of spirit & hope.
Through its lens, we savour the colours of life,
Even in darkness, or in strife;
Through Her eyes, we see Humanity,
Her love to us, is Eternity.
A treasure thus, Mother is.
nov06
I see Mother as a Kaleidoscope;
An inner beauty of spirit & hope.
Through its lens, we savour the colours of life,
Even in darkness, or in strife;
Through Her eyes, we see Humanity,
Her love to us, is Eternity.
A treasure thus, Mother is.
nov06
THE BLINDED GIRL
THE BLINDED GIRL
The blinded girl,
In a world of darkness, a world alone,
Has a tremendous yearning from within;
To walk, jump and run on her very two feet,
With naught anyone’s help nor paying heed.
To travel far and wide across the land,
Drink in the sights made by nature and man;
Should these sights at times be dark and unpleasant,
She’ll learn in time, it’s all part of the lesson.
And when she’s tired she can find her way home,
A journey so familiar, she can even do it ‘eyes - closed’.
But alas, someone must help her first and train her to be strong,
For she ain’t capable of them yet, not on her own.
“Someone, anyone, be my guiding light please,
I’ll give you my hand, I’ll follow you along,
And try to recall every step of the way,
Every right and wrong.”
“ Should you ever decide to let go however,
Please give me a little more time,
For I may still stumble, not seeing the loophole in time.”
So she continues with her nightly prayers,
'Til someday perhaps, they may be answered.
But don’t you see, blinded little girl,
That there’s but one thing you really need do:
To untie the knots, the knots that hold,
The binding cloth, right in front of you…
feb05
The blinded girl,
In a world of darkness, a world alone,
Has a tremendous yearning from within;
To walk, jump and run on her very two feet,
With naught anyone’s help nor paying heed.
To travel far and wide across the land,
Drink in the sights made by nature and man;
Should these sights at times be dark and unpleasant,
She’ll learn in time, it’s all part of the lesson.
And when she’s tired she can find her way home,
A journey so familiar, she can even do it ‘eyes - closed’.
But alas, someone must help her first and train her to be strong,
For she ain’t capable of them yet, not on her own.
“Someone, anyone, be my guiding light please,
I’ll give you my hand, I’ll follow you along,
And try to recall every step of the way,
Every right and wrong.”
“ Should you ever decide to let go however,
Please give me a little more time,
For I may still stumble, not seeing the loophole in time.”
So she continues with her nightly prayers,
'Til someday perhaps, they may be answered.
But don’t you see, blinded little girl,
That there’s but one thing you really need do:
To untie the knots, the knots that hold,
The binding cloth, right in front of you…
feb05
In a Spur of the Moment...
I've decided to create a repertoire of poems.
Poems penned by non-poets,
Poems of intuition & dreams,
Poems of honesty & wisdom,
Poems as stories weaved...
In a spur of the moment!
(I do wish for your contributions, so if you have one of those moments, write in!)
ming
ps. This blog embraces all culture, race, gender, religion and nationality
Poems penned by non-poets,
Poems of intuition & dreams,
Poems of honesty & wisdom,
Poems as stories weaved...
In a spur of the moment!
(I do wish for your contributions, so if you have one of those moments, write in!)
ming
ps. This blog embraces all culture, race, gender, religion and nationality
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