maryam muhammad, 26 december 2012
You inspire me to be a Queen to live healthy and clean, you make me realize that I’m a rare prize, you help me get rid of those who can’t handle me, you are my inspiration, you believe that I can rise higher to make life a little nicer, I push hard because you believe in me, my child my baby, you inspire me, I am grateful to be called your mommy, watching you grow has been a treasure all in its own, even holding you when it’s cold makes me want to strive for gold, You are my inspiration and I will never let you go.
maryam muhammad, 26 december 2012
I will be the person I want to be despite what others choose to see.
I will have self-confidence and high self-esteem regardless of what they say about me.
I will create my own identity I will not let anyone create one for me
I will push myself to succeed to be the best I can be without letting negativity drawn me
I will be positive and block out the doubts thrown at me
I will be a positive role model for people and children I see on a daily
I will be strong despite my past, and current challenges.
I will be honest to those who matter most to me
I will do what’s right to gain a good self-image
I will admit my faults I know this is all a part of growing up.
I will see the difference between constructive and negative criticism
these are just some of the things I will do to help me grow as a human being but most of all
I will pray and think god for my life, the good people I have and will have in my future, and the necessities surrounding me.
louis gander, 26 december 2012
"Father," I pray as I walk along,
"give me the words that would flow like a song.
A poem of promise, of hope and of love
that would focus lost sinners on You up above....
The moon's shining bright from behind an oak branch,
but it's cold here tonight on my dear humble ranch.
I'd be so happy if I was a tree,
for they stand much taller, much taller than me.
Their tops are much closer to Heaven I know,
and they just get closer, the more that they grow.
There's no clouds in the sky - but if so, they would be
joyously singing up there with Thee.
The stars in the sky seem much brighter tonight.
They must be so close they reflect Heaven's light.
The gold, alabaster - the pearls and brass
I bet shine like prisms through diamond-like glass.
Oh, to get closer to Heaven - one peek....
could give me the thoughts that would make these words speak.
The sights would bring words and to earth I would bring
the poem of poems - itself it would sing.
Instead, here I stand in the shivering cold,
a mindless numb man who was late getting old.
But here, down on earth, I'll perform every task,
and faithfully do everything that You ask.
I know that these people will not have a clue,
because this small poem cannot describe You.
So quickly this world forgets who You are,
They miss (as they're sleeping), the bright Morning Star.
I know that the God of Love's heart had to grieve,
when Heaven's gates opened to let Your Son leave -
to die on a cross that folks want to forget.
They just do not care - not one little bit.
But because of Your grace and faith, I believe.
You're the Great Poet and me You don't leave.
You live deep within, so I'll faithfully start -
for the greatest of poems come deep from the heart.
©2009 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/
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Satish Verma, 26 december 2012
(1)
It was a mix of demons.
Honour killing
to save the damaged inside.
You were found in lotus position,
hands tied,
buried in a hole.
(2)
The twin plants:
god and goddess of procreativity
were shedding trumpet-shaped
pink flowers.
oney suckle would allow
the honey to be sucked
till the breasts remove the macula.
(3)
Moment of lifetime
moves itself against the time
putting the stamens
of crocus
on the forehead of the sinner.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 25 december 2012
Like a stingray it stung me tonight
the new moon.
A live flame lobbing the sparks.
The seduction had bypassed
the sleezy love
of white egrets.
When are you going
to make a history
by failing to fall?
Can I touch your blue veins
my moon?
They had been aching to step out.
When beast and passion
meet in the blue-faced sky
you start a belly dance.
Satish Verma
Alex Perez, 25 december 2012
I hear a voice within myself; speaking directly through the heart that beats inside me,
It must be the continuous struggle that my bad choices I made that pushes away the pride I see.
The more I look… It's like there's none left inside of me.
I'm no stranger to hard times,
There's no doubt that my linguistics are clever in some of my artistic rhymes,
I keep myself moving along the path of a poet when the sun no longer shines.
I'm beyond being misjudged,
There's no doubt that there's anger inside of my heart; but there's not a single part of me that holds a grudge,
I just try to put some stride in my glide and continue on til I'm no longer face to face with a judge.
I'm tired of putting everything that's so important on hold,
I'm the one with three aces in the hole but I keep saying I fold.
It doesn't make sense for any of my decisions to have similarities to a lifestyle that's past tense,
I walk around calling myself a king while acting like a prince.
My present life seems like an unnecessary contradiction,
But it's that poetic passion that I possess that kills the stress and it's my strongest addiction.
I'm used to not having any encouragement from anyone that hears the pain I speak or write; but I fight to keep inspiring myself,
The world doesn't realize my true potential because they're chasing their own dreams looking for wealth.
I understand… so I remain a student in life just learning as I go; just doing my best,
My only problem was that I let go of my priorities due to the stress,
But who am I kidding… I'm not perfect but I'm doing my best,
And I don't know why I ever worried because I knew it was just a test.
My success will be determined on whether If I'm willing to do what I have to do without breaking my neck,
That's why I thank god I took the time… to get myself in check.
Alex Perez 2011
Alex Perez, 25 december 2012
No fear, no tears… no blood, no glory… no struggle, no story.
So what would the outlook of your life be if you didn't learn from the negative?
Do you think that you'll eventually grasp expression and use it as a sedative?
If you were to put tragic events in your life together in chronological order; could you put a border in the areas where you learned something positive you can use,
Like the don'ts and the do's… How to win; and to keep trying when you lose… I guess that's why you shouldn't refuse… To analyze and understand the things that set fire to your fuse.
That's what I do.
It makes sense to events from past tense into your present time view,
They are there to remind you; that karmas right behind you… Watching, waiting on your every move; just so it can grab you around the neck,
Because bad intentions tend to have that boomerang effect… and when it happens… pain will be there to collect.
That's why you should take things slow; for you learn as you go,
Experience can be the teacher that shows you the things you should know… remember the saying 'You reap what you sow'… Memorize then visualize and the wiser you'll grow.
Let that set inside your head instead of getting mislead,
Because it could save you from a lot of trouble and keep you from mistakenly winding up dead.
Don't be afraid… Just live your life the best way you can; whether you're a woman… Or a man,
Understand things won't always go according to plan.
Life is a struggle… Blood, sweat, and tears; but handle it with no fear.
Remember; blood equals glory,
If your life doesn't have a struggle… Then it doesn't have a story. Alex R. Perez 2012
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 24 december 2012
There are so many people feeling hopeless-Today
There are so many people feeling hungry-Today
There are so many people dying from addiciton-Today
There are so many people feeling lonely-Today
Let us start a new era as the New Year approaches that we make an attempt to smile at one person-Today
Let us do a good deed for another starting-Today
Let us pray for the forgotten-Today
Let us all remember our troops-Today
May we find peace in our hearts-Today
May we find love in another person-Today
May we have the ability to see good in someone-Today
May we not stumble in prayer-Today
We must do these things Today as we do not know if we have a Tomorrow........
Gert Strydom, 24 december 2012
With cupped hands I see him standing at a traffic light
and around him lines of cars drive past,
while people go on with their own lives
and some drive faster,
others cut in before others
and in silence he stands there without a single word.
At a shop window he sometimes stand with wide eyes,
where new clothes, very expense toys
are almost touchable near to him
and he does wish on this Christmas
to get something special
and his clothes are in tatters,
his black skin almost grey from hunger,
impatient cars continually blow on their horns
and he dreams about a large and pretty house
where the most delicious smells linger in the kitchen
and sometimes people look at him with pity,
while he longs for a very special kind of place
where a lost son is always welcome,
where God Himself stand welcoming with arms open wide,
where you can smell the fragrance of roasted lamb
and nobody does experience grief, are hunger or cold.
An old lady sincerely takes pity on him,
pushes a hot loaf of bread and a bottle of milk in his hands,
while others avoid him
and he does miss his father and mother who are both dead,
thinks this is how Christmas is
and suddenly his teeth glitter in a smile.
Gert Strydom, 24 december 2012
With flaming torches the carollers came,
their songs of joy
of Jesus born in Bethlehem brought magic;
their small convoy
quickly drive away to their big houses
to there enjoy
their own Christmas Eve, to celebrate,
to together feel somewhat good and great.
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