What Man Is Special

What man is special?
Misfortune visits all!

E'eryone must face trial,
What man is special?

Bear burdens with a smile
Stand or fall!
What man is special,
Misfortune visits all!

(c) Ayistar
18/12/2012

*A Triolet is a short poem of fixed
form, having a rhyme scheme of
AB, aA, abAB.

THE WRITER'S DIARY: ART OF POETRY

THE WRITER'S DIARY: ART OF POETRY: Bitter or sweet, it all begins from the heart My thoughts, my feelings, creates an image within Like a secret longing to be revealed throu...

THE WRITER'S DIARY: THE MAGNIFICENT GOD

THE WRITER'S DIARY: THE MAGNIFICENT GOD: I knelt down in the presence of your Lordship Honour and praises I atoned in your worship Though the land is dining in hardship In the fa...

This Work Of God

This work of God amazes me

More than the yellow sun or the blue sea--

To behold a babe when it is born,

And before you know it, it can even run.

'T is a wonder of divine dexterity

For a child to crawl, toddle and possess an innocent mind of curiosity;

This work of God really amazes me

More than the yellow sun or the blue sea!

The Masterpiece: Who is this Wonder

The Masterpiece: Who is this Wonder: Have you ever stopped to wonder, have you ever stood to ponder Have you ever sat to think, who made the water that you drink,...

God Made Me A Wonder

God has made me a wonder,
A star for all to see- 

His glory, His existence
In little me.

God has made me a wonder,
A light of the world; 

For kings, and queens,
And all, to behold.

God has made me a wonder,
A salt of the earth,
To be of value to humanity
And Him while on earth.

God has made a me wonder
My sins a' discarded:
I am purged, I am pure-
No longer retarded.

God has made me a wonder,
Let my light so shine.
Let me please Him in heaven
As did the True Vine.

God has made me a wonder,
His sheep, His son:
Let the serpents beware;
And the lions be-gone!

At The Tunnel's End

Although they say
My future is bleak
I believe, one day
I shall have what I seek.

They may laugh or leer
At my attempts to succeed
But I don't care
I'll keep sowing my seed.

For at the tunnel's end
There's light waiting for me;
Like a bird, I shall ascend
Out of this hole, I will be free.

Gold must pass through fire
So must champions too
I will not retire
Until my dreams come true.

It is in me, I feel it
Gold innately within to refine
It is me, I know it
A star that must shine

Although they say
My future is bleak
I believe, one day
I shall have what I seek.

The Music of Friendship

I'm happy when I see my friends
They are wonders that never end,
In this world, to thrive,
They are remedies for a boring life.

When our tro'bles are much and all,
Friends, they make it small:
A problem shared is a problem solved,
Only if one is truly loved.

O when they call my name
I feel blessed with a little fame,
A wonderful feeling of being known
Flits through the hollows of my bones.

Our hearts sing a song so sweet,
This makes us smile anytime we meet;
Life's no longer difficult
While we laugh and forget our faults.

True, a faithful friend is not a curse
And a bad one makes life worse;
I'd rather sail with my friends on a dangerous ship,
Than trek alone on life's difficult trip.

Round and round the world goes

Round and round the world goes,

Like a merry-go-round;

Life is a circle.

Round and round the wind blows,

O'er the earth's old ground;

Life is a cycle.

Round and round our deeds go,

Faster than our voices sound;

We reap what we sow.

The Silent Watcher

The Lord cannot be seen but can

be found,

Though he sits above the sky and the

stars abound,

His presence is still felt on

the planet earth.

And while the sky is dark and

the sun has set;

He silently watches, He doesn't sleep-

separating the goats from the sheep.