Man is borne, bipedal and grounded
The fowls of the air, winged and airborne
Man tills the ground to be fed
The birds soar, feasting under the sun.
Man evolved, civilizations formed
He learnt to build, he learnt to destroy
Man strives as much to be a god
He forgets his beginnings as a boy.
Remember Icarus, dauntless but unwise
Went too close, never to fly again
Man should fill shoes his own size
Over-ambition is a mile away from been insane
Freedom, a feeling a caged bird craves
To abscond its plight, and engage in flight
Liberation, a desire wanted by a felon that prays
To see the light, and live without fright.
We all feel imprisoned on way or another
It could be in our mind, or in the things we find
We all search for escape from matters that bother
To kick back and unwind, and leave worries behind.
For are we free to our will or destined by kismet
To love or hate, to proceed or wait
Whatever the truth we must be ready and set
Whether it be by fate, or we get to dictate.
ONCE UPON A THYME
Once upon a time as I pondered on life’s teaching
I stumbled upon the vast naivete I had
Once upon a thyme as I wandered around the kitchen
I happen upon a variety of spice that made me glad.
There is a time for every season under the sun
A time to be born, a time to learn and a time to die
There is a thyme for every seasoning inside the pan
Some thyme to boil, some thyme to cook and some thyme to fry.
A stitch in time saves nine
So make haste before the sun is gone
A swiff of thyme creates brine
Hope you’ve enjoyed the poetic jargon
Tough breaks and unfortunate events
Situations worsen, circumstances we can’t prevent
Hope seems lost and the future looks bleak
Dreams are dashed and life seems to play a cruel trick.
Alas my friend, fret not and be patient
For this is only a temporary moment of torment
Remember gold is tried by fire before it is treasure
And like diamonds, great things happen under pressure.
So rejoice and bask in a blissful pasture
For no one is above the random law of nature
So no matter how hard times may be
Stay strong and a resolution shall come to thee.
A feeling of rage that causes one to see red
Hindering reasoning with apoplexy and disdain
A sum of fury that can lead to ruin and dread
Spreading like wild fire and causing pain.
Like tens of thousands of thundering typhoons
Or several scores of slithering serpents
Vexation yields nothing but gloom
So calm your heart and let thy anger be spent.
Abhor from umbrage against your fellow
Quell the tantrum coming from within
Animosity creates an unnecessary foe
Learn to forgive and control your chagrin.
Hello fellow multi-celled organisms of this spherical petri dish we call Earth. Today is another day and another chance for me to post a poem. This is dedicated to a particular gray skinned celestial entity and my oblivious relationship with him. Enjoy.
I once had a friend who was white and round
He lived in the sky and would not touch the ground
Wherever I went he kept with my stride
Whatever the distance he was there by my side.
My friend always appeared in the dusking hours
And was known for having some incredible powers
He was able to raise up the waters of the earth
And grant illumination to all things that hold breadth.
He pursued after me whenever I was in a car
His gaze gleaming and reflecting off the stony tar
But as I grew, acquiring wisdom and gumption
I wonder if my friend’s pursuit was all my imagination.
Ahoy mateys, welcome once again to another blog post, I do apologize for my absence as I was heavily involved with personal matters too big even for Davy Jones locker, but fret not for I am back to my regular blogging habits, and today I would be uploading another poem. This poem is an ode to one of my favorite pastimes and hobby. Enjoy.
A place of dimness with people unknown
A place of laughter, of sorrow and screams
Stall your gadgets and silence your phones
As we gaze upon the silver screens.
Colors swirl and sound echoes
Heroes fly and detective gather clues
Suspense ensues as viewers are at the edge of their toes
Couples share a kiss and warring nations seek a truce.
Tranquility is key to enjoying the mood
As we bask in these worlds of vast possibilities
Soon the scene will be over for good
So we can return to our mundane realities.