Baskadia

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Used by permission of W.W. Norton & Company, Inc. Source: Call Me Ishmael Tonight:

MELLOW DEATH

Sweet melancholy of stunning face by my crib. The Silent sound of my death rattle. I hike facets. In resplendent apparel of grace. Listening to the dark choir of the night. As the Nightingale plays the lullaby. The night of the dark moment. Whispering in the ear of every head. Do not mourn my demise! On a segue to a beautiful land. Seek solace in your storm. I live in death. I am not dead! I live daily In tranquility in one big Sauna. I bid goodbyel. © Ferdinand

Title: "In Loving Memory of My Father: A Tribute Poem"

This heartfelt poem reflects on the loss of a beloved father. It speaks to the enduring love and cherished memories left behind by the departed dad. The poem emphasizes how the father's guidance, wisdom, and love continue to live on in the heart of the grieving individual. Despite the pain of the loss, there is a sense of comfort in the idea that the father's presence remains, providing strength and guidance for the future.

Happiness is a Choice

Happiness is a choice, A decision we make each day, To embrace the joy within us, And let our worries fade away. It's not found in wealth or power, Or the things that we possess, But in the moments that we treasure, And the people that we bless. It's the laughter of children playing, The warmth of the sun on our skin, It's the love that we give and receive, And the peace that we find within. Happiness is a journey, Not a destination to reach, It's a state of mind and heart, That we can always ch

This poem to dedicate for All mothers in the world.

A mother's love, so pure and true, Guides us through all we do. With arms that comfort, and words that heal, Her love and grace, forever we'll feel

The bear and the two friends

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Mornin' Prayer

A time of peace, a time of grace To start the day with God's embrace A time to talk, a time to pray A time to thank Him for the day A time to seek, a time to learn To ask for strength for what we yearn A time to hope, a time to trust To seek His will and do what must A time to love, a time to care To share His love and show we're there A time to give, a time to share To show His grace and show we care A time to rise, a time to start To open up our humble heart A time to seek, a time to find The

Broken 💔 and bruised original poem

Broken 💔 and bruised original poem

The Isolated Porcupine

A poem about little porcupine

New month prayer

Dear Heavenly Father, We give thanks for a fresh start, As we enter a new month, Let us have a thankful heart. We pray for guidance and strength, To search for better days ahead, Lead us out of times of distress, Help us to know when to take a rest. We pray for faith and resilience, And for others, may we share Your grace. Help us to use our time wisely, And see Your goodness in each place. We thank You for Your everlasting love, Your presence that is always near. Your goodness remains unwaverin

The betrayal

In shadows deep, where friendships fray, Lies the tale of trust led far astray. Once, they wore masks of loyalty so tight, Yet beneath the surface, darkness took flight. Their smiles masked secrets, their words were veiled, In the garden of friendship, treachery unveiled. A dagger concealed by a friendly embrace, Betrayal's bitter truth, hard to erase. They whispered sweet promises, a pact so sly, But their deceitful hearts harbored a lie. Behind your back, they plotted and schemed, In the realm

THE THIRD WORLD POLITICIAN

Here he is, The big man. He flaunts his money, To show the masses His affluent and wealth. And the rumours spread, That the big man, Was not a businessman. "But what could he be". They wondered. Which occupation, Made you as rich as a businessman? It was not carpentry, Nor was it bricklaying, Or blacksmithing, Then suddenly we knew! The big man, Was nothing but a politician. An occupation of the privileged Who never got tired of their occupation, Who did more bad than good, Whose personal intere

The tree

Inspired by the tree in my compound 😆

A Lesson in Respect: A Poem for a Disrespectful Child

Respect is a lesson that I must teach It's a lesson that I hope you'll reach It's not something that you can buy or sell It's a lesson that you must learn yourself It's not something that can be taken away It's something that you must learn to stay It's not something that you can ignore It's something that you must learn to explore Respect is a lesson that you must learn It's a lesson that will help you discern It's a lesson that will help you grow It's a lesson that will help you know It's a le

Alone

The unfinished memories

Love Poem for Wednesday

You’re the day after Tuesday, before eternity. You’re the day we ran out of tomatoes and used tiny packets of ketchup instead. You are salt, no salt, too much salt, a hangover. You hold the breath of an abandoned cave. Sometimes you surprise me with your aurora borealis and I’ll pull over to watch you; I’ll wait in the dark shivering fields of you. But mostly, not. My students don’t care for you or your lessons from the life of a minor god. Can you hit the high C in our anthem? Can you bench pre

POST ELECTION VIOLENCE POEM

The poem talks about the 2007 post election violence in Kenya which lead to death of many citizens

REGRETS AND TEARS

Seeing people happy and loved brings out tears because I see what I lost. Regrets is the emotion left in me wishing it never happened because it hurts to be stung by the pleasure of our memories which can't be bought. Deceived by your flawless facade oblivious that I'll be damaged. Yes being hurt for a year but no droplets of tears...just the consistent fears. Someone please drag me from this pit of darkness and loneliness, but I miss you so much that I forgot you hurt my feelings regardless. Wo

Miss you A poem that describes my feelings of my Mom not being with me

Miss you A poem that describes my feelings of my Mom not being with me

Nyctophile

Tears rollin' down cheek, That no one can see Hands tremblin', that no one feels Give such a peace, That nothing compete Being all lonely Make jokes and smilin' Remember them and cryin' Makin' a world and livin' Talkin' to one unseen That's what darkness brings.