Poetry 2
I worship you
I fell prostrate before the potentate of time
Acknowledging my nothingness before his presence divine
Wrapped in his awesomeness
and this moment so sublime
I am taken to heavenly places, in the chariot of my mind
His sweet anointing flows like an oasis in the dessert
Alleviating all my heartaches and struggles of this earth
With my mind elevated to another time and space
In my blurry, sinful vision
I could almost see his face
In the hush of the moment
I prayerfully sing
And he gave me the assurance
I am covered by his wings
I cannot explain the feeling
Of the joy that floods my soul
But like Jacob I seek my blessing, to the end I will lay hold
I worship you, my Jesus, I praise you with every breath
And in this solemn moment, your love is stronger than death
With all heaven I am singing to the one I adore
Lord, you alone are worthy
I worship you forevermore
- Marlon Whyte
Sartre's world
I too have read the first few pages
of that book, but can't seem to get beyond
those laborious words
And yet, I've always known his theory:
Being for others
Situated further in that tedious text
'We loathe what we see
of ourselves in others'
It says
exposing a truth
And for that reason
I've hated his world
Seeing its nature in me
- Nicholas Alexander
Poetry and the reason
Brewing a good poem takes skill and time
Doesn't matured whiskey taste better
On the rocks or with a hint of lime?
Also a love matured is sweeter
Poetry is not about using fancy words
Because it may lead to many roads
Though one might employ one or two
Persons often mistake poetry for the canvas
But it is not, it is the journey
The clay being shaped into a vase
The process of making the honey
But some are in it for only one reason
Money
- Mark G
Who am I?
The trees and the sky ask me
Who am I?
The stars and the oceans ask me
Who am I?
The sand-drowned pebbles question my identity
The flight overhead wonders who watches below
The flushing meadows guess at the footsteps trampling their grass and ask
Who am I?
The sun rays tell me at daybreak and
The moon calls to me at nightfall
And the drops of pattering raindrops show me
Who I am
I am small, I am me
Unchangeable
Undefined
Someone small
But apart of something huge
This majestic world
- Carlton Platt
Special
We are all so special, with a capital S
And we don't even know it till we're put to the test
Life can be very difficult at times
Especially when you haven't a dime
But at least we have family or friends who care
Someone we hold in our hearts very dear
We have hands, not to mention feet
So don't be dismayed if you lost some teeth
Many of us hate how we look
We want to be like those in the books
We are so unappreciative of our skin colour
That even pills we are willing to swallow
Remember we are all unique each in our own special way
So don't listen to the negative things people have to say
How many of us could have died yesterday?
And we're blessed to escape what could have been our last day
The mere fact we are born makes us special
So many lives have been terminated without given a chance!
It's time to stop thinking about
What you don't have
What you will never have
And who you will never be
And be content with what you have
- Charlene Harris