Selfesteem Poems
To myself
by Mario Odekerken
I have watched you
rise with heavy limbs,
even when the world
offered no hand.
I have seen you
carry silence
like a stone
you refused to drop.
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ICE : Ode to Self
by Ghairo Daniels
I C E : Ode to Self
few Hearts can fancy dress their
nakedness in icicle Presence
fewer minds will slip into cemetery’s dusk
soul appears, no hectic heady harkening
glancing what is needed or already seeded
Insight measures wisdom, not cerebral chancing
silence answers chaos, no questions
......
With the flow of the wind
by Mario Odekerken
Not everything needs direction.
Some things are meant to drift.
Like a leaf
that does not question
why it falls
or where it lands.
The wind does not ask permission.
It arrives
......
The Once Mighty Rendered Low
by James Kipp
Oh what spectacle of visage rendered bare before the world to suffer silent ignominious glare
On bended knee in humbled show, head and heart abashed, by how the mighty have been rendered low
Venerated glories of faded past, evanesced long ago. Now, chattel'd bondage to indignations rending soul and bone. The once reverent, now lie ‘neath heel and stone
The once mighty have been rendered low.
Made so by inglourious traitorous deeds, self inflicted upon thine sacred creed. Solely fervent in the certitude. We reap that, in which we sow.
O' how the mighty have been rendered low.
......
Stil geword
by Mario Odekerken
Iemand het iets gesê
en die lug het van kleur verander.
My hande het nie meer geweet
wat om vas te hou nie.
Die kamer het dieselfde gebly,
maar ek het niet meer daarin gepas nie.
Die klank van my hart
het skielik vreemd geklink,
......
To myself
by Mario Odekerken
I have watched you
rise with heavy limbs,
even when the world
offered no hand.
I have seen you
carry silence
like a stone
you refused to drop.
......
With the flow of the wind
by Mario Odekerken
Not everything needs direction.
Some things are meant to drift.
Like a leaf
that does not question
why it falls
or where it lands.
The wind does not ask permission.
It arrives
......
ICE : Ode to Self
by Ghairo Daniels
I C E : Ode to Self
few Hearts can fancy dress their
nakedness in icicle Presence
fewer minds will slip into cemetery’s dusk
soul appears, no hectic heady harkening
glancing what is needed or already seeded
Insight measures wisdom, not cerebral chancing
silence answers chaos, no questions
......
Stil geword
by Mario Odekerken
Iemand het iets gesê
en die lug het van kleur verander.
My hande het nie meer geweet
wat om vas te hou nie.
Die kamer het dieselfde gebly,
maar ek het niet meer daarin gepas nie.
Die klank van my hart
het skielik vreemd geklink,
......
The Once Mighty Rendered Low
by James Kipp
Oh what spectacle of visage rendered bare before the world to suffer silent ignominious glare
On bended knee in humbled show, head and heart abashed, by how the mighty have been rendered low
Venerated glories of faded past, evanesced long ago. Now, chattel'd bondage to indignations rending soul and bone. The once reverent, now lie ‘neath heel and stone
The once mighty have been rendered low.
Made so by inglourious traitorous deeds, self inflicted upon thine sacred creed. Solely fervent in the certitude. We reap that, in which we sow.
O' how the mighty have been rendered low.
......
