Tag: inspiration

Power to the powerless

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

Volcanic eruptions abound

With each step that we turn around

Muted voices rival against the loud

Scrambling from the darkening crowd

So we tremble in our rooms all alone

Eyes focused on blood images of our own

As the sly sooty wind twists and turns

It fans fires across continents as each burns

Lights out, lockdown, you have no power

A prisoner trapped in the hand of each hour

The rumbling rolls into a cumulative groan

Groundswells of power claim the throne

With a quick mathematical calculation

The masses of the powerless have overtaken

The viral infection leaves little room for choice

Unless we elect to speak in a bystander’s voice…

Author’s note: This poem was inspired by a post I read on  random rants ruminations ramblings Please check  out Kunal Thakore to read about the Japanese word  kuebiko   

which helps describe the state many find themselves in with current complexities facing us in many parts of the world.Check out the post at this link: https://randomrantsruminationsramblings.wordpress.com/2016/07/15/the-deliciousness-of-words-iii/

Still we rise again

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

resilient

in ruthless devastation

yet again we rise

to be a witness

of persevering courage

and forgiving heart

that we too shall rise

brick by brick, each of us can

tear down cemented walls

in spite of the loss

a calm quells the violent storm

Sun rises again

many before us

showed us that Freedom’s way

was paved with love

and untainted faith

that a new day would dawn

lit by a peace lamp

though we may stumble

soaked and riddled with pain

still we rise again

Going within

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

A room full of pearls

The wisdom of many years

A mountain of gifts

A snug cosy chair

With warm words cuddling the air

Comfort waiting there

My vision impaired

I stumbled and did not see

Love waiting for me

The sun streamed in

Lighting up a splendid display

Gratitude’s delight

Another step further

Into a dark sacred room

You welcomed me in

Then my tears flowed

When you opened your arms

And consoled me

Then I heard your voice:

Always go within

To figure it out

I am always here

Whenever you are in need

Just remember this–

I send you little miracles everyday!

Don’t give up

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

I cannot take your pain

Since I would be a thief

To take what isn’t mine

You do not need my crime

I cannot hear your groans

In midnight’s silent breaths

That grow loud in your head

As Sleep stands you up again

I cannot taste the last drops

Of the bottle, your sole mate

Though I wish I could know

What your thirst feels like

I cannot stop your crying

Or know the river’s source

But as you climb the mountain

And it starts to get steeper…

Know  that it will descend

When you get to the other side

How can I ?

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

How can I…

Feel the fathomless pit

of your pain,

the tendrils that throttle-

muting your voice

to a ghost of your scream?

How can I…

View the misty horizon

behind your tears,

the fears which squint-

blinding your vision

to a mirage of your dream?

How can I…

Touch the raw wound

that never seems to heal,

the scab keeps peeling off-

exposing your soul

now handcuffed in solitary?

How can I…

Tell you that the sun still shines

after the storm of yesterday,

that today will soon become-

your tomorrow and will present you

with ribbon wrapped choices ?

How can I take your hand-

mark your footprints in the sand…

Perfect alchemy

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

You’ll not fall on your sword

And I’ll not take an asp to my arm.

We both know the folly of such an act.

But at least indulge my daydreams

As I will give flawless blossoms to yours.

Paint me a portrait of our soulful love

In words that catch the trick of the light.

Sculpt a statue that moves in iambic rhythm

In sync with the person you’ve come to know,

Then strum a melody into the flow of your verse.

You’ll not reach the top of Mount Everest

And I’ll not swim across the English Channel.

Neither of us has such urge or tenacity,

But at least listen to my silent words

And I’ll lend vocabulary to tag your feelings.

Just keep in pursuit of the perfect alchemy

That will bring you eagerly back home to me.

Little miracles

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

Imagine it!

That in everyday and in every way

Little miracles will find you, need you, inspire you

And veils will fall, sparks ignite and pages fill with ink,

With verse and rhyme you knew but could not think.

Delight in it!

The exuberance of your inner child, long repressed

Between black and white, malevolent, deep dark nights.

Retrieve that inner being whose longing eyes still glisten,

If only you would lend an ear to her beating heart and listen.

Believe in it!

That your dreams will see the light

And destiny’s promise will not let you down,

The thoughts you’ve hidden in pockets of your soul

Will be redeemed and restore you to feeling whole.

Take it!

The abundance that life will bring

Prepare to receive it with arms stretched out!

When the little miracles accumulate in what appears as chance,

You’ll realize that there was always an epic plan to watch you dance!

Salt of my tears

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

The salt of my tears washed with the sea

As I swam to the horizon searching for me

I tumbled with the waves in fluctuating emotion

Deep-diving into mysteries of a rapturous ocean

Astounded by the array of creatures I found

The resplendent beauty held me spellbound

Genuflecting to the greatest artist of all time

Creator of love, of all that is pure and divine

Lost and found midst the kaleidescopic vortex

Fresh understanding stirred in my visual cortex

Of a beauty and wonder I had never seen before

My soul floated by, a bright light leading to a door

There in the secret chambers, on the ocean’s floor

I found a glimmering scroll, engraved with my score

A tally of my life’s account and the outstanding balance

With budget notes, on how to offset the sum of my talents

Then I heard a voice so tender and profound

Encouraging me to finish the race to higher ground

Intense feelings of sorrow left me feeling bereft

For a moment I felt helpless as I wept and wept

Gently he took my hand, leading me back to the air

Sharing my burden, telling me I had nothing to fear

God in all his wisdom, would honor my every need

Splashing out of the water, my soul majestically freed!

Close that door

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

Close that door on your anger

Still contending and defending who is to blame

Re-living all the hurt and your dark secret shame

Until it becomes a lethal toxin to your existence

Organ pipes tuned so loud, you lose all resistance

Close that door on your resentment

The festering sore that never seems to truly heal

Opening new wounds in old scabs that you peel

That thick bile that keeps congesting your chest

Until Misery’s eggs are warmly laid in your nest

Close that door on being the victim

Emotionally scarred and taken for granted

A washtub, a door mat – in your mind implanted

Time for a new way of looking at what life brings

Perhaps a different pest control to fend off the stings

Close that door on your deception

It’s nothing strange, we all hide behind our masks

Ready to please and tease the world in all that it asks

But when the sun peaks inside, someone pays the price

Of souls torn apart in a cold, steely, shredding-device

Close that door on your unhappiness

The world is filled with a myriad of magical things

Time’s too short to not breathe in all that nature brings

So many smiles lie wasted behind curtains of tears

I’ll drink a toast to you and hope you’ll say Cheers!

Close that door so that new ones may open

Here’s to you for all dreams you have been hoping!