LIFE 015

A POEM about life

We view it from the unique perspective of our personal experiences

Through the gaping holes in our respective emotional fences

Through the perceived vulnerabilities of our own defences

Through the several compelling influences of our conferences 

Through the unexplainable possibilities caused by our individual sciences

Through the assumed premises of indoctrinated societal inferences.

We often ponder on the reason for our existence 

Constantly seeking answers that will justify our essence 

Never sure of reaching the utmost heights of our competence

But still managing to pretend that we are not bothered by the uncertainty of losing our dainty planet

And the certainty that a sovereign deity created our planet.

If only we could view at a glance the entire timeline from past to future

Maybe we might have made better informative decisions in order to create a better future 

Maybe we might have abused the information we had and destroyed our world as we know it

Or maybe we might have been so terrified that we do nothing and still have our world as we know it

The variables will always be endless but our choices are absolute.

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A POEM about the year 2020 and the festive season

It has been a black year of grief

A white year of pain

A red year of loss

It has also been a green year of growth 

A blue year of breakthrough 

And a yellow year of hope

We are all survivors indeed

We were broke but still helped others in need

We were locked up but still managed to feed

We were lonely but still took heed 

It has all led to the budding of many seeds

We’ll soon have so much to feed

And more to harvest than we need

May this season usher in good tidings

May this season usher in perfect timings

May this season usher in big signings 

May this season usher in higher ratings

May this season usher in silver linings

May this season usher in tremendous blessings

Season’s greetings!

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A POEM about doing good and not expecting anything in return

I know you’re gearing up to give so much goodness

But being good is mostly perceived as a weakness

Your friends take advantage of your weakness

Your foes are angry with you because of your weakness

Your goodness exposes their wickedness

You put others first and yourself last

Others put themselves first and place you last

You endure inconvenience, not minding how long it will last

Even while you have on a cast, you still make moves to ensure that your friends do not come last

Still wonder why good folks never last?

If you’re hell-bent on always doing that which is right and good

Then you’ve got to brace yourself for some things that are not so good

Like being constantly disappointed by those to whom you’ve been good

And series of attacks from those who see no good in doing good

You’ve got to know that they owe you nothing for doing them good

And that they constantly envy your capability to do good

Their indifference to your needs should not surprise you

They are built different from you

Acknowledging that, will help you

Although they keep hurting you,

Keep fighting for the good in you

And maybe someday they’ll learn to do good through you

And if not, in the end you face the one who created you

Knowing you stayed true to what was demanded of you.

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A POEM about those things that make us feel alive

what is life

if not the cry of a newborn

the sound of your favourite person’s car horn

the sumptuous taste of sweet caramel popcorn 

the immeasurably great potential in being freeborn

what is life

if not the ultrasound of a wanted fetus

the healing properties of the eucalyptus 

an increase in social status 

being the sole owner of a most sort after apparatus 

completing your first self-owned business prospectus 

what is life 

if not making your first million 

earning the first-position pedestal on the pavilion 

being worth over a billion 

commanding a battalion 

single-handedly stopping a protest from expanding into a full-blown rebellion 

winning your first medallion 

these and so much more is life

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What a world!

Where the bold get accused of coveting gold

Where the old are left out in the cold

Where you’re never told before being sold

Where you must hold a particular standard and never fold

Where your mould will most certainly, eventually grow mold.

It’s always a long and rigorous road

No matter how light your load

Even if you hop like a toad

You’ll still arrive at your own crossroad.

You’ve got to learn to upload

Only what you’ll need to download 

In order to maximize your payload.

Then there’s the illusion of living together in love and harmony

They call it matrimony

It usually starts with a merry ceremony 

Some end up as a testimony

Some end up with alimony

You can’t even judge most for their acrimony 

After hearing their story about what led to disharmony.

They say only the paranoid survive;

Who then will help to revive

What was lost in the quest for survival?

What kind of world do we hope to derive

If there’s no one to drive home a revival?

Oh, what a world!

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It’s the beginning of a decade

One we aren’t yet aware of its facade

One we’re still behind its barricade

Though we have a glimpse of its arcade

We still can’t tell how it’ll cascade

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