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Thursday, 31 December 2009

Lies

I told a lie, one small tiny lie.
What I knew, I said I did not know
And now I carry it with me all the time
Hoping to grow old with it but it eats at my bones.

One lie became two, three, four
Guilt plastered on my face
Heavy on my shoulders; a stench to abhor
This lie is in control, I’ve lost my place.

Now several lies have been told
My life, my actions are all lies
My heart has now become stone cold,
I see in black and white, no more green grass or blue sky.

Unfortunately, the end came too soon.
I thought I would stop but that was just in my mind,
Each lie proved a useful tool.
I became the source of pain to many, all because of a lie?

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There's really no reason to lie, it causes a lot of pain and for the person doing the lieing- it causes phsycological stress. when the 'end' comes - that is the time when you get caught- it may be too late to rectify the damage already done..And then you finally ask yourself: why did i even lie in the first place??
It's a new year so don't begin with lies. Have a wonderful year ahead!x


© The poets voice~~~ December 2009, All rights reserved.

Tuesday, 1 September 2009

Nineteen

Reminiscing on the times
When I was a little girl.
The tight black curls,
The beginning of the upward climb.

Then like everything must,
That little girl changed.
Like the green of the favourite dress faded
Childishness slowly ebbed away.

There were days when I played in the rain
And others I had to allay pain.
I managed all the roles,
Both young and old.

A little more fun and adventure,
High school was hard work.
A greater responsibility; a risky venture
Having friends for life was an added perk!

My life came to a pause,
I felt stuck on a spot.
In the attempt to find myself,
I discovered God in a greater depth.

Now, I’m a living work-in-progress
With a touch of brilliance.
Coming together are the puzzle pieces;
It’s another day for me to rejoice and be glad!




© The poets voice~~~ September 2009, All rights reserved.

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I'm soooooooooo happy, it's another year in my life! I am grateful to God for everything. He has brought me a long way and I wrote this just to commemorate my journey so far...and in case you are wondering..I really am just 19!....happy birthday to me..lol

Wednesday, 19 August 2009

Prisoner of pride

Huge head. Big ego.
Nose raised to the air
Refusing to ask for help.
All by your self,
Struggling in despair
Fooled by the lie-decorated lair
Your strong fa├žade; a hopeless affair.

Haughtiness in quintessence,
Totally absorbed in your self
Suddenly you think you are of the essence.

No complete understanding of tomorrow
Nor an appreciation for today
Borrowing people and after use, away they go.
You forget that every dog will have its day.

Boasting in ignorance,
Blinded by the expanse of your empire,
Encapsulated in your narrow, diminished mind
You fail to see you are a prisoner of pride.






© The poets voice~~~ August 2009, All rights reserved.

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Hey everyone! i know i haven't updated in ages..i was looking for inspiration.lol
This poem is about pride (bad pride not the self-confidence type of pride), the sort of pride people show when they look down on others and think they are the world..it's all about them!
Pride goes before a fall says the Bible..but pride can also be a prison a cage that looks you in for so long..it's invisible so you don't realise but it's there!
Humility is definitely the way to go. Stay blessed people!!!

Friday, 24 July 2009

Bored

Bored.Sitting here waiting for time to pass
The steady , loud voice of my teacher
Fades away into the distance.
I see lips move but sound eludes me.
To my left and right are chittering bugs
All dressed in uniform.
Tired. Sleepy. I just want my bed.
Well actually, I’m tired of sleeping.
I want to do something fun.
Maths lessons,Biology, chemistry…dreadful!

The sports day is just beginning
It’s fun watching
People run.
The adrenaline pumping,
The roaring of hands as
The sprinter
Crosses the finish line.
The smile of victory
Sitting comfortably on his face
And the medal embracing his neck.

As the events come to an end
Equipments are cleared up and
Once more I find myself bored;
Waiting for time to pass
Until I go home.




© The poets voice~~~ July 2009, All rights reserved.
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This poem explains boredom from the point of view of a student in secondary school. Boredom exists in the workplace and sometimes even at home! It's summer so everyone get out and have some fun, don't be bored...God Bless.x

Friday, 10 July 2009

Who is God?

God is the beginning and the end
He is the everlasting friend
He knitted me together in my mother’s womb
He raised his son that was put in a tomb
He knew me from birth
And he created this earth
The heaven is his throne
And everything in this world is his own

God is love
He tells me right from wrong
He is a father to the fatherless
And also help to the helpless
He watches where I go so that I don’t fall
And he answers me when I call
He knows my name
And he has unending fame

He created the skies
And in it he put everything that flies
He made the sun shine
And he is good all the time

He is the way the truth and the life
Anyone who believes in him shall never die
He is a supernatural being
The one that has ever been
He does not forsake or leave me
But he hears our every rhythm
He is our saviour
And the world’s creator

The alpha and omega
The everlasting king
The Lord of Lords
The creator of heaven and earth
The one whom our praises are due
The one whom we give all the glory
He alone is God.



© The poets voice~~~ July 2009, All rights reserved.

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I wrote this a few years back in my early teens when I was just discovering my talent in poetry...I saw poems on this topic and I thought I would write my own...As I took the pen and paper, I just let my thoughts flow...I thought of who God was to me, what He had done and the words came... I hope this speaks to you as you read!

Wednesday, 20 May 2009

Today

We have a new start,
A fresh quota of 24 hours;
a new canvass for new colours and exhilarating art
where artistic prowess can blossom into vibrant flowers.
An atmosphere where we can dare to dream,
conceive ideas and imagine.
We can put right the mistakes of yesterday
and prune out the mishaps of the becoming bouquet.
Today is a clean page;
will you let the past out of the bag or put it in a cage?


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Today was my last day in school so in a way I've officially 'graduated' but I still have exams to write though! lol. Anyway I was thinking how I now have an opportunity to move on to the next phase of my life/education .The things I have done wrong in the past few years, I can correct in the years ahead. From a Christian point of view, Jesus gave us a fresh start when He died on the cross!.......................The message here is basically, to utilise today wisely and fully not allowing your 'yesterday' to get in the way!



© The poets voice~~~ May 2009, All rights reserved.

Thursday, 23 April 2009

Trapped

Reaching for the door of opportunity
to find freedom
and break free.
The air is stale,
It is suffocating.
The 6 walls around me
Leave me in an enclosed cube.
I’m trapped!
The feeling that a Giant
like Goliath
Stands 6 feet tall
before me is prominent.
My flesh, weak and frail
Held together by ligaments of fear
Gives in, crumbling under the pressure
Of this challenge.
A giant within and a mountain before me –
An enclosure that needs a big God
To expose me.


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This poem was talks about being trapped, not only physically in a house or something but being trapped by your thoughts and memories.It's when you keep remembering the things you want to forget that makes you feel trapped!



© The poets voice~~~ April 2009, All rights reserved.

Sunday, 12 April 2009

The Cross

An object, a mere symbol of Christianity
A pedant on your necklace or key chain
The sign made by the priest with his hands
Or the fusion of humanity and deity

Sometime around 25AD
A king was substituted for a robber
The son of God
Was mocked and made to suffer

The implement of execution
Turned to a means of Salvation
A blood sacrifice
That issued out redemption

On that plank of wood
Where his hands were nailed
His unconditional love
Had no bounds.

On that plank of wood
Where his feet were nailed
And that spear was thrust into His side:

Blood, so red and thick
Gushed out like a flood
- A flood that drowned
All sickness

Water, so strong
That the torrent
Washed away our sins like
a retreating wave on the shores of life

The cross.
The situation of Gods’ power
And humanity’s sinful nature.
The meeting of God and man.


Wednesday, 25 March 2009

Questions


Who, what, when, where?
I stop and stare
Life goes by
and I don’t understand a thing
I have no clue how
or why?

My head keeps spinning;
There are bills to pay,
Mouths to feed,
Work to do,
but there’s no strength to.

An abundance of people to love,
Laughter to share,
Joy to give,
Yet I do not know
how to peacefully live.

I wonder when….
When will I have the ability
to carry my head up
and walk through the doors of opportunity?

But in the first place,
Why am I here?
Who am I here for?
What do I do
And how do I do it?

Many questions race through my head
I wonder who, what, where and when...
When, if ever will these questions come to an end?



© The poets voice~~~ March 2009, All rights reserved.

Tuesday, 24 February 2009

Distant

My hands reach for yours
but you pull away each time.
The sea between us widens into an ocean,
wider than the thin wall that separates our rooms.
We drift apart like the tectonic plates of Africa and South America.

You are never there.


‘hi’ and ‘bye’ are the only words we manage to string together in conversation.
The person I once knew is no more.
I see a vague picture of you but quickly it fades away,
all that is left is a shadow; a figment of my imagination,
A total stranger.
Your silhouette stands outside my memory.



© The poets voice~~~ February 2009, All rights reserved.

Saturday, 14 February 2009

love



As you celebrate love, remember what love really is about.

1 corinthians 13:4-8 - Love is patient, love is kind.

It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.

It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.

Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.

It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails.



**Happy Val's day bloggers and readers!!


© The poets voice~~~ February 2009, All rights reserved.

Tuesday, 10 February 2009

I heard a voice


I hear but I don’t listen
The voices that tempt me
Like gold they glisten.
I see things which are not really there
And the will to succumb is greater than for prayer
I live with people who are in my head
Constantly tormenting me, wishing me dead
I live with this pain each day
It’s not as simple as black and white
How do I explain this?
When there’s an in-between of gray

The will to cry and end it all is strong
But the power is just not mine
Frustration overshadows rationality
The heart bleeds. It bleeds, it bleeds.

Wait…
I hear a voice
A sound quite vocal and articulate
Accompanied with such authority
Quite different to the others

“Quiet. Be still” it says

And the other voices were suppressed
At long last- silence…



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*Schizophrenia, paranoia or maybe depression can be life-threatening.When you are associated with a mental disorder of some kind, you find that you seem not to have a value for life.You lose your ability to make good judgements and everything pretty much goes down hill from there. But this poem is saying that there is a voice- the voice of Jesus- which is strong enough to silence every other voice in your head. In Mark 4:39, Jesus said to the storm: "Quiet! Be still!" and it calmed down.Just know that every storm in your life can be calmed.*




© The poets voice~~~ February 2009, All rights reserved.

Monday, 2 February 2009

My Mother


My mother,
Who brought me up at birth
And laid me to rest

My mother,
Who kept me safe
And saw me through my rainy days

My mother,
Who saw through me
And knew the pain I was going through

My mother
Whom I will always love
And cherish till everlasting days above.



© The poets voice~~~ February 2009, All rights reserved.

Friday, 23 January 2009

What people call God

Journalists' call him “the truth”
Drivers' call him “the way”
Lawyers' call him the “righteous judge”
Geographers' call him “the rock of ages”
Doctors' call him “the great physician”
Horticulturists' call him “the rose of Sharon”
Musicians' call him “the rhythm of heaven”
Oceanographers' call him “the spring of life”
Bakers' call him “the bread of life”
Policemen' call him “the prince of peace”
Farmers' call him “the tree of life”
Sailors' call him “the captain of our salvation”
Teachers' call him “the perfect masters”
Sinners' call him “our saviour”
Photographers' call him “the image of God”
The sick call him “our helper”
The needy call him “our provider”
Servants' call him “the everlasting king”
The dying call him “the giver of life”
God calls himself “I am that I am”


* what do you call him? who is HE to you?...take a moment and think about this...*

© The poets voice~~~ January 2009, All rights reserved.

Sunday, 18 January 2009

What the future holds

What the future holds,
Only time will tell
I sit and worry …oh, the stress
Even crying does not help
The fear of the unknown;
Constantly keeps me on my toes.
I want to know
What the future holds for me
Please, please let it be good
But only time will tell
What my future holds
God knows,
He won’t let me down





© The poets voice~~~ January 2009, All rights reserved.