POETRY FOR LIFE (A collection of Charity's earlier poetry)
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Life Is Irony At Play
Life is irony at play!
However, you might think this a queer thing to say.
Ah, but my friend give me a minute or two,
And I will persuade you to think this way too.
A rich man with mountains and mountains of gold,
At his dying day, had a sad story to be told.
Although, his money had bought treasures so fair,
On his dying day not one soul was there.
Yet another man, with dirt in his hair
Had thousand of tears, moistening eyes full of care.
What of this man in rags of filth
Gave of him this castle of love so built?
The world says happiness can be bought through greed
But it needs so much more to breathe.
'Cause happiness is a smiling child
With eyes so bright and dreams so mild.
So isn’t it ironic that the world would ask,
'How much pays your life long task'?
When indeed the question at last should be,
'How many people truly loved thee'?
My Blackened Mind
In fear I wander into the dark unknown,
The great abyss of my blackened mind.
Doomed to linger for a term alone,
Yet, blessed to be the one of my kind.
Outside my appearance masks the pain,
And it returns to cut sharply into my soul.
The memory, the center, of the offense thus lain,
And then to my limbs make them numb and dole.
What more can be done to rid the gloom,
To throw away the garbage of life’s retreat?
If I am cursed by my past to be for it doomed,
Then I have thus found reason to call my defeat.
A Letter to a Soldier
My dearest love,
Not one moment has by me passed, that I wonder what horror has thou seen.
Our death marked love has been thus by these dirty, yet simple means.
For it is simple for a man to command his willing hand to kill,
but I find that my heart has not such a destroying kind of will.
I have thus commanded it to pierce the enemy called love,
But it turns from its calling duty as if it were to it above.
What can I tell a wounded soul to keep?
For the sword has pierced its nurturing flesh too deep.
I cannot sustain this body in a life as cruel as this,
That it would steal you from the last embrace of my tender kiss.
I fear too soon your spirit will be gone from this world of woe,
And thus, I likewise, have just enlisted to go.
Our love will not end with the receding smoke on the battlefield,
And thus, with my blood, our union is finally sealed.
You and I
Listen to the wind tonight,
The soft and gentle blow.
The moon is giving a glorious light,
The tide is calm and low.
No one seems to be around,
I guess it’s just you and I.
A cozy spot upon the ground,
Watching the midnight sky.
My love exceeds the brightest star,
That could ever shine above.
For heaven is never too far,
When I am near you, my love.