In Plain sight-

In Plain sight-

 

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Night sky
No longer scares me,
Neither the darkened alley,
Nor darkened rooms.
I have seen darkness,
On a bright summer day,
In the hearts of fair men
Whose smile,
Melt most people away.
I have heard darkness,
Through the words of women,
Covered up head to toe
In spirituality.
I have felt darkness,
From hands that pass the
Biggest offerings,
At religious gatherings.

Night sky,
No longer scares me.
I have seen enough of the dark
To know, the worst there is-
Hides in plain sight.

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At the coffee shop-

At the coffee shop-

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I look at every person and wonder
what demons they are hiding,
what secrets they keep buried,
The turmoil they are going through,
the tragedy they’ve experienced.

I wonder,
At the reasons behind
the anger,
the irritation,
The smiles,
the nonchalance.

I wonder,
As I take my spot,
Of whom I’m standing next to;
What made your life the way it is
What fuelled your coffee passion.

I take my cup,
Head out the door,
Knowing no more than my guesses.
I wonder if they wonder
What I wonder when our eyes meet.

Writer’s Quote: Oscar Wilde

Writer’s Quote: Oscar Wilde

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I think most people have heard of Oscar Wilde. Although I am not familiar with a lot of his poems, I have come across his quotes multiple times which I have to admit, are interesting and intriguing.

Following the quote above, I have no idea what the “it” he is referring to is, but I would go out on a limb and say “heartbreak” or any of its synonyms. Nevertheless, I will say this. Most of us have experienced heartbreak, most of us will experience heartbreak. I believe it is important to us to remind ourselves, No one should have the power to turn us into something we are not proud of. We deserve better.

The poem below contains only a few verses from the original poem. I am not exaggerating when I say, the original poem is really long poem. The following lines talk about human nature and I think you would love it. Enjoy.

The Ballad of reading gaol by Oscar Wilde

Yet Each man kills the thing he loves
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,

The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
Some kill their love when they are young,
And some when they are old,

Some strangle with the hands of Lust,
Some with the hands of Gold:
The kindest use a knife, because
The dead so soon grow cold.

Some love too little, some too long,
Some sell, and others buy;
Some do the deed with many tears,
And some without a sigh:
For each man kills the thing he loves,
Yet each man does not die.

Would you like to see a compilation of all the Writers poems I’ve shared this year? Just a list with all the authors and poem titles. Let me know in the comments and I’d share the list this sunday.

 

Priorities-

Priorities-

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You tell me you’re busy,
And I tell you its fine;
But the truth of the matter is
Maybe- I’m not worth your time.

You tell me not to worry,
Its the job that entails ;
While night turns to morning,
And your bed lays unslept.

You tell me you love me,
And “we”mean everything;
But your actions say other
Than the words which you speak.

But I tell you its okay,
And I say I understand;
For if this marriage doesn’t work,
It wont be cause I didn’t try.

So you tell me you’re busy,
And I say its alright;
But know, the day you’ll be free-
I might not be around…
Anymore.

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Secrets of Man

Secrets of Man

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The harmattan breeze,
Blew the oak trees wildly;
golden brown leaves,
Decorating the earth;
He stood me atop,
His fragile old man thighs;
And whispered to me-
The secrets of man.

Someday you’ll grow up,
And wander far and wide;
Meet people of towns,
With different backgrounds;
A specie you’ll find-
In almost every town:
Men who wag their tongues out-
Be wary my child.

And on you will go,
To farther distances;
Enthralled by men,
And their worldly manners;
You’ll learn of the men
Who know not enough;
Contentment of heart-
Foreign to their land

And boy you will see,
The irony of life;
The wealthy lonely,
The wretched happy;
Yearn not to be like
A certain category;
‘Stead head for the grey line-
A perfect balance.

And walk not with grim face;
And thin not your lips;
Drag not you over coat;
And stomp not your feet.
And tend to the needy,
Hold life with a pinch;
Take patience as a partner,
And you’ll be at peace.

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