Tears

Poetry
Behind the curtains stands a man
Waiting to mount the podium
To receive accolades and commendation
For his glamorous folklore achievements 
He shed a tear just before

Behind the curtain stands a man
With a stressful life he had to face
Locking the door and facing the road
As family made office more alluring
He shed a tear just before

Behind the curtain stands a man
With a lousy boss and the strain of work
With the retrenchment hook around his neck
and the uncertainties of a daily bread
He shed a tear just before

Behind the curtain stands a man
With scars beneath his blazer
Wounds covered up that you may never see
He emerges with a dashing smile 
He shed a tear just before

In the midst of the struggles he faced,
He reached the target he craved,
and today he remembers it all
and on the podium, for relief and joy
He shed a tear just before

Dusty Plains

Poetry

We see the sun and it is beautiful
The glow of it brings a desire to rise
Above the weaknesses we give power to
Step by step we proceed, closer today we are

Its call is fantasy twirled in reality
Our dare insanity weighed with belief
That somehow our wildest dreams could really be true
Step by step, we proceed, closer today we are

Our roadmap is the vision we think we saw
The pleasures of today become as shackles that bore
We stare at the rest, resting under the light
Step by step, we proceed, closer today we are

For we have seen something inexplicable
The joy it brings, undoubtedly immeasurable
We do not understand why, but it's too late to stop
Step by step, we proceed, closer today we are

Or are we?

Though we believe that one day, we'd stare at the sun
Gasping at our mind's grasping of its beauty
That we would announce with the cliché pomp we planned
"Started from the bottom, now we are grand "

 Pity we don't realise, the sun cannot be met
That after the morning sun comes an evening moon and a new dream
That we pursue the air, and like butterflies evasive, 
Step by step, we proceed, motivated by day dreams

So pursue with zeal, your deepest desires
But remind yourself they are passing soothers
Vanity upon vanity, riches and beauty still remain
Swept away with time, the fines of dusty plains

Because fulfillment in "things" does not really exist
Until we reach eternity and finally rest in bliss
The morning sun we see would rise and shift
and we would be occupied, with the chasing of it.

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Global Warming

Poetry
In the heat of the day
With the sun up and scorching
Reminding us of global warming
As I toil under the noon day sun
Life has never felt this cold

In the heat of the day
With men up and running
Caught up with deadlines and schedules
To meet targets and meet ends
Life has never felt this cold

In the heat of the day
With the urge to be up and doing
At the peak of youthful prime
As we pursue careers and Forbes' attention
Life has never felt this cold

In the heat of the day
I pray we don't give our humanity away
May the risen temperature freeze pains
As our love warms the bitter hearts that cry
Life has never felt this cold

"The Road Called..." by Olive Samuels

Poetry
Like awakening from a dream
With this reality comes a scream
From the comfort of darkness
The strength I found in weakness
I burst forth into newness

I'm suddenly on a road
Scared but trying to act bold
As I stare down the path
Make an effort to do the math
The only result is a fainting heart


Nevertheless, I embark on this journey
Knowing it's not gonna be funny
Thinking and analysing I stop to weigh
How much more to go before I sway
With a thousand miles ahead, I get on my way.


Soon, I discover sinking sand and potholes
Dug up by false friends, gutters made by foes
I try my best to avoid the traps
Take off my hood, allow my wings flap
Hoping that the autumn breeze, lifts me with a grasp


Like an immature diver
Struggling with the reins I waver
Finally I fall deep into the river
Struggling on my feet again, I stand
Trusting I would be able to withstand 


Once more to the ground I fall
I'm sure I heard the squirrels lol
So I sat calmly, thinking of my drop
Without the heart to stomach another major flop
Searching for a way to make the pain stop 

As I walked on, I found a friend who relates
Found the right path when I knocked on his gate
Provides direction even when I derail
Now I know clearly, the destination
Found new drive, fresh motivation

So I stop occasionally as the cars zoom by
Shout out to the bikers and to the passers by
"There is a guider to get you by"
"His name is *Jesus*"
"And yes! He's come to save us"
and make the journey easier
on the road called life.

Blind Date

Poetry
A table a chair, no food, no candles
All I could catch was a scent supreme
Filled the air like the dust before rain
I sat still, in the darkness, adjusting my tie.

Next was her voice, gentle and sweet
She spoke slowly yet with perfect precision
Alluringly she drew my ears itching closer
I sat still, in the darkness, adjusting my tie.

Then she broke into soliloquy
Dispensing the predilections of her soul
Masterpiece templates of her dreams, I quivered
I sat still, in the darkness, adjusting my tie.

She sang, her voice sonorous and echoing
I shivered as she ripped the parts apart
As the pimples spread underneath my sleeve
I sat still, in the darkness, adjusting my tie.

And then she stopped,
My heart followed,
The silence loud,
My heart pounding,
I waited, listened,
My watch ticking,
My tongue twisted,
Her feet moved,
I heard a sigh,
It grew intense,
The buzzer shrieked...


The date was over, before I had a chance to speak.


As they drew me out of my chair,
The guards berating my reckless decision
I let them take me without protest,
I had broken the only rule there was

No lights! But alas, I had to see for myself
 That her face was as beautiful as her mind was
For she had already won my heart
My speech would only be a pointless prolong
And so it was that on the perfect blind date
I sat still, in the darkness adjusting my tie.

Second Thoughts

Poetry
The piano rang loud as I searched the room
I saw the parents of the bride and I the groom
Realised something was wrong, something was amiss
It was time for my wedding, without a bride to kiss

I stared at the best man, playing with the ring
I glanced at the rented choir, their voices trained to sing
I looked at the guests, with all the pageantry they brought
They all looked worried, like they could read my thoughts

I snuck out the back, with no time to spare,
A tear in my black jacket, but I didn't really care,
The girl of my dreams was missing her big day
She held the keys to my happiness, the sun in my day

I found her seated, all dressed up by the lake
"Babe, it's your big day. Let's go for heaven's sake"
Somehow those words felt dry out of my mouth
For I knew deep down, the wedding had gone south

And so I sat calmly, beside her and waited
Dropped the temper, fear and all the emotions that debated
Listened to her speak from the depth of her heart
In that one moment did the confusion depart

She took my memory to the first time we met
I, in the blue Tee, she wore a red skirt
How I teased and begged, showered her with gifts
And slowly but surely her stance did shift


My heart bled as she spoke of the proposal
How I went down, on one knee, before her mother
Family and friends knew and stood outside waiting
I planned the party and a ring she must emerge flaunting

I called it love, but she said she was pressured
We went on dates, but we clearly had no future
She liked my company but only for a while
No bridal dresses, bachelor parties or vows that tie

I sat there heartbroken staring at my reflection
The lake water still, peace in the midst of commotion
We sat there together, silent as the midnight chill
I thought about my life, love and the caterer's bill

And I awoke to the morning of my wedding
Bachelor's Party over, my singleness I was shedding
The nightmare the night before still plaguing me with questions
Did she really love me, were our moments real, with true emotions?

The piano rings loud as I search the room
I see the parents of the bride and I the groom
Stare at my wife-to-be smiling straight at me,
It's too late for second thoughts, our wedding begins.

Hannah: The Story

Poetry


Smile, shake hands, greet the people with gait
One more day in the movie for which they wait
Say a prayer of faith  for a mother of twins
You count covetousness amongst your sins

Stay perfect, the act keeps the congregation calm
If church is Gilead, you may well be the anointed balm
The children rush to you for hugs after mass
Their laughs stab at your heart like broken glass

One more day, alone and broken you stay,
One more morning, mourning, with tears you pray,
For God to fulfill promises he made,
To grant you this one thing and take away shame

With deadened eyes, teary, you stare at your reflection,
Repeat the verses that keep you in motion,
Hoping that God answers a broken mind,
and grants His faithful servant a miracle child

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