A Brighter Day

They say
That tomorrow
Starts today.

That today
Represents the present
That was passed on to us
In the past.

That the lefts of yesterday
Will always have a say
In the telling of our history.

Yesterday
Seeds of greed
Were sown Infertile soil
Growing into weeds that coil
On our crops to spoil
The good of our toil.


Today
The world is on her knees
Whilst humanity is on his ease
Ignorant in his bliss
Causing illness
and all things amiss.

Not hearing the pleas
Of a land plagued by fleas
That crossed the seven seas
Seeking to spread disease 
Onto the bees
That pollinate our peace.



They say
That yesterday
Ends today.

That today
Presents us
With the chance
To write our wrongs.

That the rights of today
Will always have a say
In the telling of our future.

That even though our history
Is clouded in misery
Our actions today
Can craft a better story-
Telling of our history.


True happiness consists not in the multitude of friends, but in their worth and choice.

Samuel Johnson

Cries of the Poets Pain


Oh! how it puts a poet in much pain.
Counting syllable after syllable
Just to come up with the perfect refrain.

Five tercets, only a single quatrain
In which to tell my most fetching fable?
Oh! does it put a poet in much pain. 

How much longer can i suffer the strain
On my mind, of wanting to be able
To come up with the most perfect refrain?

Many a page on which i left a stain
Writing a refrain juicier than an apple.
Oh! how it puts a poet in much pain.

On days when my head is on a low plain
I sometimes wonder if my mind's stable
After thinking up the perfect refrain.

Was there really ever something to gain
In trying to write a good villanelle
Either than the cries of a poets pain
When he tries to make the perfect refrain?

However long the night, the dawn will break.

African proverb

do not expect sunshine and clear blue skies

Continuous effort, not strength or intelligence is the key to unlocking our potential.

Liane Cardes


Do not expect sunshine and clear blue skies
On your odyssey through the sea of life.
Always endeavour to weather the storm.

Sailing across the ocean with sore eyes
Crying because at home you left your wife.
Do not expect sunshine and clear blue skies.

When you are sinking, and sharks start to swarm
In the waters that are with troubles rife
Always endeavour to weather the storm.

When the world wants to fill your head with sighs
Then happily try to seek out the strife.
Do not expect sunshine and clear blue skies.

When the forces of nature break your dorm
Do not in your back, try to sheathe a knife
Always, endeavour to weather the storm.

When the bold bitter winter starts to form
And the sapling summer plants start to thrive
Do not expect sunshine and clear blue skies
Always endeavour to weather the storm.


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The Game of Chess

Image by Ylanite Koppens from Pixabay
They call it the black and white jungle
For you might not live for very long
Here, were danger lurks in every corner.

Always be ready for a battle
And watch out for dangers in the throng
Of this place they call the black and white jungle.

You will need to be a Grandmaster
Or in the very least, very strong
Here, were dangers lurk in every corner.

Safe, sound and secure in your castle
Is the place you should always belong
Not here in the black and white jungle.

Perhaps one day; when you are older
Looking back at days when you were young
In this place were danger lurks in every corner.

You will see everything clearer
And realise there is nothing wrong
In calling it the black and white jungle.
This place, were dangers lurk in every corner. 

The great and glorious masterpiece of humanity is to know how to live with purpose.

Montaigue

A Dream of Spring

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Shall i, compare thee to a dream of Spring?
For when i entered a state of slumber
My melancholy mood, began blooming
Into a mood, that brought fourth its flower.
Thou art more sweeter than a buzzing bee.
A conquerer; more regal than a queen.
Pollinating my sadness into glee.
Turning the dry desert , of my heart green.
Of you, the very air must be jealous.
Scent from heaven; thou aroma will lure
Many men to come your way and make fuss.
In illness, hoping you will be their cure.
But alas; i awoke from my slumber
Feeling cold from the bold bitter winter.


When anger rises, think of consequences.

Confucius

A Prayer

O Thou, 
who's beauty be comparable to none.

I pray in hope you grace me with thy presence
For ever since you left, my heart is a desolate one;
For it has taken to hiding behind a fence
So as not to take offence
When thy love i cannot sense.

Has Heaven from me stripped her favour
That i no longer revel in thy splendour?

If indeed it be so,
Then truly i drown in sorrow
And look not well upon the morrow
For in it, you i never saw.

If indeed it be false
Then to me return, despite all else
And once again witness, the rise of my pulse
When you enter our house
And within me arouse
The desire to make you my spouse.

Oh, My Love;
Who's beauty be comparable to none.

I pray all else turns out right
So to me you return at once
For ever since you left
My heart is a desolate one.



Nothing is stronger than habit.

Ovid