LILIAN

    

 KINDLE THE CANDLES AND OTHER POEMS

The Sage’s Burden

He is a creator

that can make the words play

That would surely make one

knowledgeable each day

With diligent passion

he rakes Life's mounted hay

Each discovery

in versified forms he lay

With clarity expose

human's erroneous way

Wise one will masticate

every one word he say

To fools his words will fall

on ears made of clay

Forever will the world

for them is month of May

Misunderstandings and

lies are common pain source

With facts and proofs

reconciliation he set course

Trying to fix the strife

with intellectual force

Eyes bleeding with tears and

voice pleading until hoarse

Yet no one listens

he is left with no recourse

Humanity and the world

to Fate he endorse

Silently sat down

watching lives end in remorse

'Till dusk caught up with him

closing his eyes to dose 

Writing Again

Words we, poets, automatically rhyme 

it comes so easy, it’s not worth a dime 

ideas come, go, reappear in time 

to wake up those, who proved themselves as slime

silence uninvolved is a heinous crime!

Poetry I love, makes me tell the truth 

yet still have control to its painful fruit 

emotions with rushed words must not take root 

for things I can't control, past old and moot 

I would share in style, than wear rags with soot! 

Our world’s affairs, myself I cannot kid 

abuses, killings and scamming we did

religion and science options to bid

honor and compassion, hearts we got rid

all for selfish desires, so stupid! 

Atrocities that makes our world bleed 

just be happy, glamorous life we lead 

faith in love and in God we do not need 

creatures and nature’s cries we do not heed!

deluding ourselves we’re doing fine 

troubles come to our homes we then whine 

after wasting our lives drinking wine 

settle our affairs with the Divine!

We all have run with hardship in Life’s race 

and now we have been given time as Grace 

leave a righteous path for others to trace 

but do it in the most followable pace 

then our hearts shall see God's loving face 

 Kindle the Candles

Pain is like a running river

it flows, drop by drop of sliver

a slow current of nerve quiver

as my body and soul shudder

In one step, in one at a time

I seek myself in the Divine

my tears flow in one straight thin line

as I decide, accept what’s mine

and seconds tick in edges fine

Pain is an exacting healer

just like a soul cleansing liver

open up wounds like a cleaver

to release fear, grief, and anger

for pain is new life weaver

There are such times I do feel down

hiding when there's someone around,

 who, can hear my heart's grieving pound

and  pulls me back to happy ground

Kindle then the healing candles

of my  love, I pray God handles

our past that sadness muddles

in the sea of life one fumbles 

Then soon, I shall hear nature's sound

and see life’s beauty so profound

remember those whose love I’m bound

my Life's purpose again be found