THE POET'S CORNER--YOUR "ORIGINAL" WORKS ONLY...Share your thoughts

HB*** · Number of posts: 262 My Mood: Points: 1 Registration date: 2008-04-02

True...wow!!...that blink is powerful...can't please everyone around me...i have to learn this lesson...

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If the townspeople are happy, look for the chief.--Lib Proverb

HB*** · Number of posts: 262 My Mood: Points: 1 Registration date: 2008-04-02

Peace

Finding myself again
losing my selfish gains

I have strayed so far from my selfless aims
And toiled so hard, myself I have led to ruins

I had found the peace...

The peace that passes all understanding

But had lost the understanding...

The understanding that gives all peace

For understandings and peace

I have, sought, gain and lost

And myself I have lost, sought and found

While death stalks, and the grave is anxious

my days are swift...my health devious

My soul has become the conundrum: to where, to whom?

I need rest, I need peace...for my soul

I need understanding,beyond six feet.

Copyright ©2008 A. E A

**Nica**

HB*** wrote:

Peace

Finding myself again
losing my selfish gains

I have strayed so far from my selfless aims
And toiled so hard, myself I have led to ruins

I had found the peace...

The peace that passes all understanding

But had lost the understanding...

The understanding that gives all peace

For understandings and peace

I have, sought, gain and lost

And myself I have lost, sought and found

While death stalks, and the grave is anxious

my days are swift...my health devious

My soul has become the conundrum: to where, to whom?

I need rest, I need peace...for my soul

I need understanding,beyond six feet.

Copyright ©2008 A. E A

"I need Understanding, beyond six feet." It na easy inside here oh.

HB*** · Number of posts: 262 My Mood: Points: 1 Registration date: 2008-04-02

Nica wrote:

HB*** wrote:

Peace

Finding myself again
losing my selfish gains

I have strayed so far from my selfless aims
And toiled so hard, myself I have led to ruins

I had found the peace...

The peace that passes all understanding

But had lost the understanding...

The understanding that gives all peace

For understandings and peace

I have, sought, gain and lost

And myself I have lost, sought and found

While death stalks, and the grave is anxious

my days are swift...my health devious

My soul has become the conundrum: to where, to whom?

I need rest, I need peace...for my soul

I need understanding,beyond six feet.

Copyright ©2008 A. E A

"I need Understanding, beyond six feet." It na easy inside here oh.

Are you family too...or just a name thing...GQ is she fam? th_yes-1

**Nica**

STILL
MHK

When I think of love
I lose my place in time;
conveyed to moments sublime
enough to elicit poignant rhyme.

Deep within joy quivers and rises
as my heart recognizes
the exquisite ecstasy
of your laughter embracing me.

I catch the salty scent of the sea
as we lay on the beach
blissfully astounded
by the waves crashing and pounding.

I think of intimate midnight baths
under rainy season showers
in a garden of magnificent,
crimson hibiscus flowers.

Though love be this meditation
pain does not elude my contemplation.
For how can love attain true appreciation
if it has never weathered tribulation?

Foolish words wielded like a double
edged sword slash deeply and cannot be ignored.
Tears mingle with sweat amidst infidelity and regret.

Love slipped through our hands
like the sands in an hour glass do.
Yet when I think of love
I still think of you.

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There is a higher road that leads to higher heights.

**Nica**

Family oh.

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There is a higher road that leads to higher heights.

**Geyla Queen**

Nica wrote:

Family oh.

talent runs in the family

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The More I Know....The More I Know I Need To Know"

**Nica**

Outside Child
MHKnuckles

Long before the sun, outside child will rise,
fold her mat, tie her lappa
and wipe the sleep from her eyes.

Her rubber slippers gather dust along the path
to the well where she’ll draw water
for New Ma’s children’s bath.

Skillfully atop her head she balances the zinc pail,
while stepping over driver ants that bite with fire
when feet trespass their trail.

“Come quick now, before my children be late,”
admonishes New Ma when the small girl returns.
Waiting upon inside child becomes outside child’s fate.

The scent of sweet rice bread fills the air.
Spying the table she hopes
they leave small piece for her there.

She is careful that the coal iron scatters no embers
that might scorch the uniform she presses.
The last cuff to her head for such, she still remembers.

She watches her siblings stroll off to school
as she makes her way to the market
for fifty cent cassava to beat for New Ma’s fufu.

She slips away while New Ma sleeps
to find her own cradle of serenity,
betwixt the welcoming limbs of a guava tree.

There, inside now, she recalls her own ma’s advice;
words that when heeded and repeated
would always bring ease and validation to her life.

“Whatever you are told, you must do your very best.
Try hard, try oh so hard
not to make the people vexed.”

Hold your heart my child, I telling you,
your time coming soon.
God love inside child, but he love outside child too.”

**Nica**

Thank you HB. I appreciated the interplay. Veraaay stimulating.

I enjoy you yah.

HB*** · Number of posts: 262 My Mood: Points: 1 Registration date: 2008-04-02

I say we put a Village book of prose together...Jclifden, and I'm sure others can contribute...we can call it "beneth the harvest moon".

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If the townspeople are happy, look for the chief.--Lib Proverb

HB*** · Number of posts: 262 My Mood: Points: 1 Registration date: 2008-04-02

Nica wrote:

Outside Child
MHKnuckles

Long before the sun, outside child will rise,
fold her mat, tie her lappa
and wipe the sleep from her eyes.

Her rubber slippers gather dust along the path
to the well where she’ll draw water
for New Ma’s children’s bath.

Skillfully atop her head she balances the zinc pail,
while stepping over driver ants that bite with fire
when feet trespass their trail.

“Come quick now, before my children be late,”
admonishes New Ma when the small girl returns.
Waiting upon inside child becomes outside child’s fate.

The scent of sweet rice bread fills the air.
Spying the table she hopes
they leave small piece for her there.

She is careful that the coal iron scatters no embers
that might scorch the uniform she presses.
The last cuff to her head for such, she still remembers.

She watches her siblings stroll off to school
as she makes her way to the market
for fifty cent cassava to beat for New Ma’s fufu.

She slips away while New Ma sleeps
to find her own cradle of serenity,
betwixt the welcoming limbs of a guava tree.

There, inside now, she recalls her own ma’s advice;
words that when heeded and repeated
would always bring ease and validation to her life.

“Whatever you are told, you must do your very best.
Try hard, try oh so hard
not to make the people vexed.”

Hold your heart my child, I telling you,
your time coming soon.
God love inside child, but he love outside child too.”

wow!!!...we need more of these...I have to find it in me...auth Liberian..

**Nica**

A collab sounds really great. I inside oh.

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There is a higher road that leads to higher heights.

HB*** · Number of posts: 262 My Mood: Points: 1 Registration date: 2008-04-02

Ove

What is this we fall into called love?
but filled with mysteries
we can't solve.
testing all our resolves.
It will robb you of sleep,
teach you to creep and force you to weep.
all you sow , you can never reap
the few you take, you will never keep.
It will take all you didn't give
and without apologies, expect you to
forgive.With your foe you must live
that his or her own soul might be saved.
Will plead with you "Turn thou cheek,
let me strike thee again"
but if so much as your feet should stink
your head it will demand on a platter
And love it be ,believe me, it be.
For when you say "I love thee"think, of the cross.And ask yourself:
"of what love I speak?

Copyright ©2008 A E A

**candygirl**

sommor us aint knwo how to write poetry oh.... your makin us jealous..
\but i am enjoying your though.. keep it coming...

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For how can love attain true appreciation
if it has never weathered tribulation?
~MHK

**candygirl**

Nica wrote:

Outside Child
MHKnuckles

Long before the sun, outside child will rise,
fold her mat, tie her lappa
and wipe the sleep from her eyes.

Her rubber slippers gather dust along the path
to the well where she’ll draw water
for New Ma’s children’s bath.

Skillfully atop her head she balances the zinc pail,
while stepping over driver ants that bite with fire
when feet trespass their trail.

“Come quick now, before my children be late,”
admonishes New Ma when the small girl returns.
Waiting upon inside child becomes outside child’s fate.

The scent of sweet rice bread fills the air.
Spying the table she hopes
they leave small piece for her there.

She is careful that the coal iron scatters no embers
that might scorch the uniform she presses.
The last cuff to her head for such, she still remembers.

She watches her siblings stroll off to school
as she makes her way to the market
for fifty cent cassava to beat for New Ma’s fufu.

She slips away while New Ma sleeps
to find her own cradle of serenity,
betwixt the welcoming limbs of a guava tree.

There, inside now, she recalls her own ma’s advice;
words that when heeded and repeated
would always bring ease and validation to her life.

“Whatever you are told, you must do your very best.
Try hard, try oh so hard
not to make the people vexed.”

Hold your heart my child, I telling you,
your time coming soon.
God love inside child, but he love outside child too.”

very very nice nica.. so touching.....

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For how can love attain true appreciation
if it has never weathered tribulation?
~MHK