Poetry For Life

New Poem dedicated to "youth" (www.p4life.co.za)

Fri, 02 Jun 2006 06:25:51 +0200

I will stand

As I stand I wonder,
what is it all about?
The fuss, the noise, the hustle and bustle of life...
as I stand I wonder,
the sadness, the tears the heavy essence of souls intent?
As I stand I wonder,
Dark clouds of doubt and dilemmas that be...
As I stand I wonder,
Am I significant, or am I living in the monotonous pattern of past life's, which footprints have been wiped away by the ocean of life?
As I stand I wonder,
I look up and see myself. From above...
As I stand I wonder,
The old and "wise" seem so weak by the waves of life growth.
As I stand I wonder,
do we know who we are or were where we fit, in the real realm of time and space.
As I stand I wonder,
Is wondering doubt, weakness or shame?
The answers I feel in me, the riddle of life,
This Life is in us.
That's why I stand.

I am not the "Nation of tomorrow".

I am not "the future".

I am not "just a youth".

I am not "to be seen and not heard".

I have a voice and it will be heard.

I am the nation of today.

I am the present.

I am hold power in my youth.

I will stand.

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My New Poem (www.p4life.co.za)

Fri, 02 Jun 2006 06:24:34 +0200

Dedicated to woman.

Her Spirit

Every breath has its cause to exist.
Every flower, her blooming beauty to build ...

Every sunset has its origin in life,
Where death and darkness once reigned... she has hope.
No might nor sweat nor toil,
Like small seed fighting the soil,
To break out and be free.

The sun so soft yet great in splendor, in her hearts strength,
Warmth and might contains her inevitable gentle power.

Like power of sun in the spirit of her being...
She reflects true greatness in her piercing gaze.
Effortless the weight of life's challenges,
but wait...it seems.

Her loveliness and exquisiteness,

As she labors and caries life within,

Always buoyant and shielding ready to give...

So soft yet great in splendor...
Warmth and might contains her inevitable gentle power.

She is free,

The life to choose...

The choice is hers,

"My spirit, my hour!"

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Listen

Fri, 26 May 2006 18:56:00 +0200

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I sometimes wonder why? I sometimes wonder… My thoughts are so strong. My thoughts are so strong that the weight takes me down. So low that the only place for life is the “dream”,
The dream with sails broad and strong…
Sailing vehemently on the clouds that have no edge,
Imagine. Let yourself go. Let yourself go.
In keeping my pause,
In keeping my face up,
I get so fed up with the worthless reality that the world carries out.
In me the voice is loud. The voice is loud and clear. The voice in you and me...
In the world the voice is dull, for the voice is suppressed by old dreams that worries and cares anchor into the deep.
Let us break the ropes and dream. Let yourself be carried by imagination.
Stop!
Stop and really listen.
Really listen to the deep sound of yourself and allow yourself to fly.
Fly high…
Stop!
Dream!
Live!
Imagine...!

(2003)

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Choose Life

Fri, 26 May 2006 18:53:44 +0200

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Expression

Expression is in the action that brings forth the impressed but the impressed is rarely seen. Instead the implied impression is overlooked and the individual eye reflects while the heart sees and the expressed is revealed in the soul of the eye. Then the expression is true and achieved because of what fragrance is released from the heart, which brings forth expression and achieves the desired result. Expression.
(2003)

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