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Thompson Emate Poem
My mother's footsteps,
A howling wind.
March 29, 2023.
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Life is a long walk,
The path meanders,
The path undulates.
Life is a sequence of doors,
They open of their own accord,
Until the final closure.
Life is a book,
Ancient and voluminous,
No one has read to its end.
Life is a hill,
Our purpose makes us climb,
Our ambition pushes us further.
Life is a battlefield,
We don’t fight with guns and knives,
Our weapons are our will and determination.
Life is a mystery,
Some things can’t be comprehended,
The deeper we search the
more intricate they become.
Life is a race,
We run at different speeds,
Some fall out in the race.
Life is a train,
We embark and disembark,
At our various stations.
Life is a tussle,
The evil against the good,
The unseen against the seen.
Life is a timeline,
It can’t be trapped,
It flows like a stream.
June 26, 2022.
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They have told us the consequences of our actions,
We have been told about the trailing reactions,
We turned deaf ears,
Our insatiable desires have ruled us,
Our voracious longings have
chauffeured us to plunder her home,
We take more than she can give,
We take and leave little,
We rely on the law of replenishment,
Inadvertently bringing to bear our punishment,
We decimate her home,
Leaving her frail and bare,
She cries out for help,
She tells us to read the writings on the wall,
She tells us to ponder on the meaning of the words,
She tells us to consider the impending troubles,
That gloom will bring,
We say we don’t mind taking the fall,
For there'll be a season of rejuvenation,
Her hands will bear us before we stumble,
Oblivious to the fact that we have weakened her hands,
We stand at the edge of the cliff.
February 14, 2023.
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They were her favourite,
She loved them deeply,
I saw her tend them with care,
She communed with them,
She sat in their midst in the cool of the evening,
They blossomed with her every care,
I was deeply moved,
She trimmed and sold some,
Instructing that they should
be nurtured with care,
When she was indisposed,
They slowly withered,
I took over and did her obligations,
They didn’t respond at first,
But later conceded,
When she departed,
I told them,
But promised to wear her shoes.
October 16, 2022.
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I stood in the field of the lost,
Called from my slumber,
I found myself in this forever field,
They walked in silence and serenity,
The wounded, the wearied and the troubled.
Snatched by the hands of time and clime,
They were taken out of sight by the night,
They had walked the last mile of their sojourn,
The midnight train had chauffeured them to the beyond,
To a sanctuary of solace and solitude.
I wondered why they had come to this field,
Did they come to seek the unwritten?
Did they come to find answers to their troubled existence?
Have they come to fellowship?
The field looked fallow and faceless.
A wind blew and I was taken away,
It was a vivid vision,
One of the deepest I had seen,
One that left me amazed and awed,
Life has segments where nothing sounds when it falls.
April 17, 2024.
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nightfall at the country side, only the moon stands to watch and listen
November 26, 2023.
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Visions that gladden the soul
As time plays its role,
The beauty of nature we adore
even as we see and explore.
The eyes are the window to the mind,
They imprint the images that our minds sometimes find,
They search for the missing lines,
The lost grapes from the vines.
The eyes search through the gloom,
They push to attain the bloom.
They anchor on what's seen,
Forgetting that it’s more than that's been.
As time progresses we're dimmed of sight,
Then we go gently into the night,
Our eyes open in another realm,
We're beyond the world's helm.
September 13, 2023.
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An unforgotten depth,
An unreached ground,
Answers haven’t been found,
A dim lamp stands in the corridor.
He sojourns with a vague understanding,
He seeks to know the reason for his troubles,
To find the path out of the gloomy bubbles,
He has searched the deep for a reap.
He has walked out of the night,
He has sojourned to the light,
The tendrils of the night still trail him,
He has seen its different sides
The book hasn’t answered all his questions,
The sages say it’s a purposed intention,
He still journeys to redemption,
Until time and age bring him completion.
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In the solitude of my mind,
Something deep I find,
In the tranquil of my soul,
There’s a gentle flow.
A door opens to me,
I’m buoyed across the turbulent sea,
I’m embraced by silence,
I’m held by its hand.
As I walk through the meadow,
In the twilight shadow,
I’m alone with my thoughts,
I fetch from the fountain of silence.
It cannot be fathomed, the power of silence,
It can’t be said in a single sentence,
I find solace in its room,
A path out of gloomy ambience.
May 8, 2024.
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This is to me,
This is for me,
For me and I only,
Many turbulence days I have seen,
Many meandering roads I have walked,
I have been in the tempest of life,
Life's billows have compassed me,
I have walked on roads
fraught with thorns and thistles,
I write this,
A birthday poem,
A piece for me,
Celebrating self,
Grateful for the resilience,
Thankful to my loved ones,
In appreciation to my parents,
All my years gone,
I thank my Father,
All my years ahead,
I don’t know how long,
I commit into His hands.
To take the wheels.
July 6, 2022.
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