Category: Poetic Cues

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Wisdom (Sonnet)

Wisdom has a mind of its own,
Sneaks up in time as we seek our soul.
When black paint is smeared against the wall,
We try to make sense of it all.

The gift of wisdom lies,
A world of coincidence in the sky.
There is always light in the midst of a cry,
As we make sense of the heartbreaking trial.

Constant reminders to stay in the game,
In a world of recurring thoughtful change.
No accidents only serenity,
And confirmation of the journey.

Seeking wisdom before the lies,
Is the only answer to win the trial.

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Loving Oneself (Poem)

When he truly loves himself,

Accepts himself as he is,

Why does he need approval,

From anybody else.

If he is secure,

The critics don’t matter,

He knows where he stands,

Controversies don’t last.

If he truly loves himself,

Then why does he need convincing,

To prove to him, only what he can.

For if he is secure,

Then no words can offend him,

And he forgets what’s said.

When he truly loves himself,

What do compliments do,

Than reinforce what he knows.

And what does criticism do,

If it disagrees with his whole.

If he truly loves himself,

Why does he need praise,

When he praises himself,

And what is disrespect,

When he respects himself.

If he truly loves himself,

Then there’s no convincing,

And no ridicule,

That can make him change.

Because he is secure,

In what he knows,

And what others say,

He doesn’t care,

For he respects himself,

Above all else.

When he truly loves himself,

He doesn’t need another,

To bring him, only what he can.

A lover or a friend,

Only reinforces who he is,

For he searches himself,

And then the right ones come,

And are here to stay.

When he truly loves himself,

He doesn’t forget himself,

Or where he comes from,

Or who he is.

Because he is secure,

In what he knows,

And he loves himself,

Despite what others say.

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If We Can Be Children Again (Poem)

When we’re newborns and toddlers,

We’re so eccentric and authentic,

Eager and ecstatic,

To start living our life.

Gazing at the night sky,

We ponder the brilliance,

An amazing masterpiece,

A great work of art.

There must be some force,

That created this world,

That’s giving me breath,

That’s protecting me and cares.

Unrelenting faith,

Always eager,

To tackle the day.

Persistent and relentless,

Pessimism is a term,

We know nothing about.

And then we grow up,

Observing and forgetting,

Somehow down the path,

Of self prophecy and setbacks,

We convince ourselves of deception,

Of every lie of misconception.

And then strip by strip,

As we remove the layers,

As though peeling an onion,

Our eyes begin to burn,

Until we can’t take anymore.

If we can be children,

Remember what we knew,

So deep in our heart,

In our childlike soul.

That life is a playground,

We make it as we want.

Then look back,

Smile and reminisce,

The journey above all,

We’re conquerors from the start.

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Creation and Seasons (Poem)

Seasons,

They come and go.

Like a withering Hand,

And a beautiful pearl.

A beautiful day,

Along with the raging storm,

It always comes back,

To a beautiful day.

The storm rushes in,

With little no signals.

We hide in the safe harbour,

As fast as we can,

Where peace and safety,

Is in our reach.

It has always been,

We simply lost the key.

Others remain,

In the storm,

Uncovering the mysteries,

Deep within.

Some relinquish, some persevere,

In the world of no certainty,

Of reality and dream.

We chug along,

The unknown path,

Trying our best,

To not hold back.

Reality uncovering,

In every fashion,

Steering you, in every direction,

We think, is there an end,

So we create this reality,

Not knowingly and forget.

Are we just taught this way,

To accept reality,

Its only prophecy and world disarray.

So many choices,

Along the path,

So why not choose God,

And let him steer the raft.

We are ambassadors,

In this created reality,

We create it as we want,

And then let our mind conceive it,

As it leaps in.

Let’s create ourselves anew,

In this illusionary realm,

With a peaceful world, living our dream.

 

 

 

 

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The Mountain of Clay (Poem)

Out in the wilderness,

Where winds burst away.

We are all creators today,

On a mountain of clay.

The mountain can be atrocious,

With its height and surface.

But we keep pressing on,

Until the day we’re gone.

Our nests high up in the trees above,

The winds toss and turn its branches and trunk.

Our nests shake in the storm at night,

But we still remain,

Because we’re eagles who soar,

And don’t take flight.

The clay is moldable to our disguise.

We shape it the way we want,

Upon the mountain of clay.

We stand tall affirm out loud,

Even if we waver we still consider,

We’ve survived it all,

Despite the turns and falls,

All according to the inexplicable laws.

We call this time space a mountain of clay.

We are the change to transform today.

Although the turns and detours,

Won’t lead us astray.

Many sights and experiences to chase away.

This is our life, stand and relax.

Don’t hold back in the pottery and clay.

Look above, all the answers lies,

In the one who created the skies

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Pulled Myself Together and Claimed (Poem)

When I lay in bed,

Remembering the nights I spent in dread.

I realize it was not long ago,

That I felt so sad and low.

I so wanted an escape,

To solve all my problems and my rage,

Prayed for help from up above,

Said help me now if you’re a source of love.

Confusion swept away,

When nothing happened I burst away.

I kept treading on the path,

Trying my best when I was sad.

I kept a happy face,

When all I did all day was pace.

And speak to God, is this worth it,

If in the end I’m sad and lose it.

Then the day finally came,

I pulled myself together and claimed,

The fear and dread isn’t here to stay,

As I thank God for the coming day.

Changed my beliefs and spoke the truth,

Spoke it into being while feeling aloof.

Although at first I didn’t believe it,

Spoke it so much that now I feel it.

Thanked God from up above,

Said thank you for being a source of love.

That day I finally meant it,

As before I was broken and loathed it.

Stay positive and don’t waiver,

Stand boldly, praise, don’t reconsider.

Know you have control,

As you seek expansion of the soul.

And know this day won’t come,

If you relinquish before it’s done.