Faith Saves
My soul sought to find God.
Salvation was in God's hands.
Deliverance was God’s wishes.
Sitting in the chapel praying.
A heart full of grief praying.
Loneliness turned into tears.
Praying for heaven to come
Seeking peace in my life.
Always seeking to belong.
In moments of despair tears came,
Praying for heaven to come to me.
Always praying for heaven to come.
Soar with Me
Heaven is a place with my heart.
A renewed awareness of each beat.
Listening to the sounds of light.
Soar with me to a place of beauty.
Leaving a trail of stars to heaven.
Follow each star as it lights the sky.
Soar with each breath you take.
Behold each star as your own.
Touch Heaven in your dreams.
Night Stars
Night stars glow in the skies of Vermont.
Stars upon stars as the moon watches me.
Light my path home to heaven to God.
A shooting star leaves a trail to heaven.
Harmony to a place where love exists.
A soul finding Jesus among the stars.
A life of hardship and despair forgotten.
It was grace that saved me from the pain.
A night that my soul was full of light.
Today's Breakfast
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Today's Breakfast
is yesterday's lunch
And Dinner was
"Keep the coffee Hot!"
I'm alone in the night
Until I close my Eyes
Until the lure of Love
& my Hands touch
the sky
to adjust the stars a nudge
Everything I do Happens next
& I'm happy to the moment.
I lift my New Memories
of the freshly Brewed pleasure
Abandon my past
this savory moment
Kiss time
and Let go
The Luminous Child by Cheryl D. Wade M.D. is a fantasy account of how the universe and earth were created. A lot of the pictures throughout the book are from the Hubble Telescope. They are absolutely breathtaking. A very enlightening book for mythology and fantasy lovers.
By Chinese Poet Yuan Hongri
Translated by Yuanbing Zhang
Every Giant Looks Like Another Me
There is a colossal ship in my golden state from outer space,
sometimes it visit me in dreams,
take me to the interstellar city of giants.
Where there is my tomorrow's new home–
the streets are covered with multicoloured gems,
the words of giants sounds like the music;
the gigantic buildings are the works of the Gods,
let you forget yesterday's self in an instant.
The whole giant city is your own garden,
and every giant looks like another me.
07.10.2020
每一个巨人仿佛另一个自己
我天外的黄金之国有一艘巨轮
有时在梦境把我访问
载我去星际的巨人之城
那儿是我明天的新的家园
街道上铺满了五色的宝石
巨人们的话语仿佛乐曲
一座一座巨厦是天神的作品
让你刹那间忘了昨日的自己
那整座巨城是你自己的花园
而每一个巨人仿佛另一个自己
2020.07.10
The Paradises From Outside Time
The heavenly flower from paradise on my palm
make the wine of time twinkle with a smile of dawn.
When the ancient in your bones play Guqin leisurely,
you will see the prehistoric self, who riding like the wind–
the mountains will be transparent and greet you ,
the rivers will be mellow, as if they are surrouned with the jade belts.
There are a great many golden palaces on the clouds,
where there are your paradises from outside time.
07.10.2020
时光之外的乐园
我手掌上这朵天国之仙葩
让时光之酒闪烁黎明之笑容
当你骨骼里的古人丁丁而弹琴
你看到了乘风而行的史前的自己
群山透明向你致意
河流芳醇如玉带萦绕
在云朵之上有巨多的金殿
那儿是你时光之外的乐园
2020.07.10
There's A Much Larger World in The Body
There's a much larger world in the body
this is the secret that the ancient sages has told you.
Listen to the light pass through your body and play Guqin in your bones
noticed an old man, who was 30000 years old ,sitting in a palace on the mountains top.
There is an island in the depths of the ocean,
the goddess was so brilliant before the world had been born.
Her eyes will make you to forget the sadness,
for an instant, take you through those free and unfettered days outside.
05.12.2020
在身体里有一个更大的世界
在身体里有一个更大的世界
这就是古代圣人告诉你的秘密
倾听光线穿过你的身体在骨骼里弹琴
看到一个老人三万岁了坐在山巅的一座宫殿
在海洋的深处有一座小岛
那位女神在世界诞生之前就如此灿烂
她的两只眼睛会让你忘了忧伤
一瞬间带你穿越那天外逍遥的日子
2020.05.12
The World is just A Lie
The world is just a lie,
truth is on the other side of the world.
We can neither see the light of time
nor know that everything is a shadow on the running water.
There is another me on another planet,
you have never been born or died.
When the maze becomes transparent, the door of time-space opens,
you will shake hands and smile with the giant in the heavens.
The words are both music and the epic of the soul,
Telling you that the palaces of outer space are incomparably lofty,
as if they are as endless as the mountains of gold.
03.17.2020
世界只是一个谎言
世界只是一个谎言
真理在世界的另一面
我们看不到时间之光
不知道一切只是流水之上的影子
另外的星球上有另外的自己
你不曾出生也不曾死去
当迷宫透明时空之门敞开
你将和那天上的巨人握手微笑
那词语是乐曲也是灵魂之史诗
告诉你天外的宫殿无比的巍峨
如黄金之山岳连绵而无际
2020.03.17
Bio: Yuan Hongri (born 1962) is a renowned Chinese mystic, poet, and philosopher. His work has been published in the UK, USA, India, New Zealand, Canada, and Nigeria; his poems have appeared in Poet's Espresso Review, Orbis, Tipton Poetry Journal, Harbinger Asylum, The Stray Branch, Pinyon Review, Taj Mahal Review, Madswirl, Shot Glass Journal, Amethyst Review, The Poetry Village, and other e-zines, anthologies, and journals. His best known works are Platinum City and Golden Giant. His works explore themes of prehistoric and future civilization. Its content is to show the solemnity, sacredness and greatness of human soul through the exploration of soul.
Yuanbing Zhang (b. 1974), who is a Chinese poet and translator, works in a Middle School, Yanzhou District , Jining City, Shandong Province, China. He can be contacted through his email- 3112362909@qq.com.
Phone:+86 15263747339 Email:3112362909@qq.com
Address:No.18 middle school Yanzhou District ,Jining City, Shandong Province, China Yuan Hongri
Confession Lines
In this poem
I’m just a shy girl
Trying to say stuffs
That has never parted
My lips before
So sorry if my words
Are blushing like how
My face blushes
Every time I see you
I know you don’t see it
But my eyes wander
Around with eagerness
At the sound of your name
And the sweetest worst
Part of it all is my heart
Skips a beat every time
Your hand lands on mine
Just this one touch from you
My body trembles and yearns
That you do it all over again
That’s why I’m letting my feelings
Flow freely like how the river
Flows in to the ocean
But I hope mine flows
Down the walls of your heart
After all the heart understands
The language of the heart
Aminata Talawally is an emerging writer from Liberia. She is a secondary student. Her ambition is to become a software engineer and also a great writer. Most of her poems surround love, life, pain, etc..
To cry is a pill
Seated alone counting on your losses, sometimes it's better to cry
Cry aloud from the top of your lungs and feel it no more.
It's better to scream, it's better to shout, it's better to yell and set free your whole
But it's faulty to wear the garments of pains and sorrows under your long going sleeves, grief! it hurts.
Cry is the filter that flushes out the pains clustered in your heart, causing headache
And I see grief as a catcher that condenses a bundle of pains inside the heart, causing suffocation, constipation and heartache
It doesn't tell how weak you are, cry
It doesn't prove that your eyes are filled with tears, no!
It doesn't tells the world that you're living in fears, no!
It's a therapy of no cost, and another way of telling emotional stories, yes!
It tells the world how strong you are, cos weak vessel never cries, yes!
Cry is a pill, you'll get up and move after a cry
It's better to cry
And I see grief as an ill, it hurts a lot
You must be endowed with heart attacks,
sleeping with grief.
Tears were meant for crying, cry aloud cry them out, cry like you dare it
Your heart was built for beats and channeling free flow, grief not, cos cry is a free gift.
About the Author
My name is George Siaway Karnea Boakai, With a pen and well known name Compoze.
I was born on April 29 1995 in Ghanta city Nimba County Liberia.
I am a freelancer, a poet, a story teller, a song writer, a singer, a rapper and an aspiring Anthropologist.
I starting writing since I was a kid, but I recognized that I am a writer in the year 2018.
Poetry is the mirror that I see myself into on a day to day basis, it is the way I tell my millions of stories to the world.
Poetry is one of the many ways I tell about my County Liberia and its long years of civil unrest to the world, it is the way by which I want to be heard and read about.
Death Peak
Death is the highest peak in life to reach over
Mitigating the gap between right and wrong, good and bad
Keeping the body at the same place, flying on the same feather
Signing no grade or social status
Bound to receive the journey whether we like or not
Just at the meeting of the angel of death all powerful sins
Tyranny, avarice, exploitation, refusal of love and faith comes to an end
O my hungry brothers and sisters, why do you cry and blame your fate?
Let the days go and welcome the every single moment in smiling face
How refreshing the air by the river and the green and flowery land!
The eternal peace and prosperity.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
30/12//2020
Bhasan Char- The New Habitation of Rohingyas
Life is nothing but the grain of sand
Flying over time here and there
The Rohingyas are the people struggling for existence where to live and die
Life turns into the sandy storm when the address gets lost
How they live and where to find the livelihood- staring at the sky
The homeless migrants are like the goods finding no way to place the roots
With a great expectation they take shelter at Cox's Bazar in Bangladesh
They are like birds flying here and there from land to sand
Sitting in the bus on the way to Bhasan Char,
An island around thirty seven miles off the coast of the Bay of Bengal
The eyes aiming at on how to make fit struggling with the sand
Life appears to be floating on water and at the same time
The fallen green leaf flying with the grain of sand
Life other than finds the meaning of life
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
30/12//2020
The Setting Sun
Flitted by the evening shadow on my back
The red glowing sun over to the west
What a wonder on the river!
The youthful rays of the sun dims down
As it grows old from morning to evening welcoming the silver lining
The pages of love feeling open and blaze in the eyes
The bamboo shadow runs to the narrow way of the rural housing
Surrounded by the sloping blushful light
Just at the moment you, my setting sun sit by me
I talk with you, as every day I watch and talk to the morning birds
The sun is setting with the curling smoke on the river, Padma
O my love river, in my subconscious mind I jump on
Have been swimming for thousands of years
The sun went down, leaving behind us on bank of the river
The world is going to be covered in the blanket of darkness
My heart turning passion like the ember in the fireplace.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
31/12//2020
Happy New Year-2021
We can't curse any moment of the days in 2020
Though many of our near and dear ones bid us farewell from this earth
Rather we can bow down our head in a great sigh in respect of them
Cursing our wrong deeds on humanity, we can repent ourselves
What we did and what we should do in the next
Bringing out this plus-minus result, we can fix our future plan
Even after so many deaths the kids are dancing in the musical beats near me on the yard
Their hearts leap up to the world of starry sky
They must overcome the obstacles in the outside thunder and storm
As the green leaves in the soft breeze on the chirping of birds in the light of the sun
The ever-green leaves; the flowers from the buds blooming in the twinkling of the light
Let this large tree be resonant with these leaves, flowers and birds
Happy New Year-2021.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
31/12//2020
The Prey
Corona is lurking on the surface of the world
Yet the wind around us appears to be heavy in other box
The howling of the virgins or the women on rape and death
Snatches me away from this soft corner
How many paths have I crossed and how many are left to go?
Who counts this?
The bricks are burnt in the chimney
Humanity in and outside home
On the other side tigers and lions are roaring in search of the prey
The dear and the deer cubs fleeing at a stretch
To the end eaten by the unknown fate
We are the passers-by running so fast on ongoing process
And return home blowing the horn all the way -so fed-up
Nevertheless we are to stay at home nowadays
But I can't understand
Why this roaring of the victims around me?
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
01/01//2021
