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GIVE YOU THANKS

Father, I want to give You thanks
You raised me when I almost sank
So I’ll forever give You thanks
for You are the highest rank

Although I’m not yet in paradise
I feel Your presence when I close my eyes
On the ground, in the air and the skies
I am certain You’re always by my side
Inside Your bosom is where I can confide

I walk boldly because You light the way
Your grace guides my feet every single day
Lost would I be if You didn’t hear me pray
Good times or bad, I never doubt my faith
And in Your glory, I shall eternally bathe

No other being has ever compared to You
I love You wholly and You love me too
Existence fails without everything You do
Magnificent is my King’s everlasting rule
My heart is mended, Your word is the tool

That’s why I give You thanks
On You I can always bank
So I give You all my thanks
For there is no higher rank

 

 

K.G. says…
I’m ashamed to admit that I’m not as strong in my worship as I should be – it’s definitely an area for me to improve on. What I’m not ashamed to do is declare that I believe in God, the Almighty. This poem is just a small token of praise to reflect my appreciation for all that He has done and continues to do in my life, and for being able to share some of the talents He gifted me.
In today’s world, it’s not very fashionable or easy to remain a committed person of faith. Despite all the distractions and temptations around, we must try to be the best versions of ourselves, regardless of our chosen faiths (or whether you believe in a higher power at all) – and be grateful for life itself – for the sake of one another.

NO ONE TRULY LOVES YOU

No one truly loves you
Very harsh yet very true
The “love” that you construe
Comes with a condition or two
It is not you whom they adore
But how you help them gain more
The value you offer is at the core
Thus, their adoration is not raw
Showing love for their own sake
A charade in which many partake
All justified via give-and-take
Thinking it’s real is your mistake

No one truly loves you
We don’t truly love anyone too
Showing “love” the way we do
Only to those who bring value
When benefits no longer remain
Passion oddly doesn’t retain
Where there is little to gain
Going there, we often refrain
A kind act marred by hesitation
Is false affection under limitation
But to give without expectation
Is pure love in glorious liberation

 

 

K.G. says…
Heart-warming title, isn’t it? [LOL]
While writing this, I didn’t want it to turn into a criticism of others but rather, a frank reflection of ourselves (including me) as people. It always seems to be the other person’s fault that we fall out or lose contact but how often do we evaluate how WE could have improved the situation?
I acknowledge that, like other, I’m not always a great friend. We seem to get caught up in our own selves and personal interests while expecting others to be there for us. Life does get in the way. Although that really isn’t a good enough reason to forsake the love we show to others. I suppose all we can do as inherently selfish creatures is to keep trying to be better. Let’s never stop trying to be more loving.

POTENTIAL SLEEPS IN EVERYONE

What we perceive as our limit
is merely a barrier to be broken.
Potential sleeps in everyone
waiting to shine and be woken.
Rise out of darkness into light,
for it has already been spoken.
Life gifted us all something rare
so redeem that special token.

Awakening potential is a test,
one we may never achieve.
Destiny demands endeavour
to challenge what we perceive.
Hard hits on the way to glory
shall be softened with reprieve.
Cast out all apprehensions
and let the impossible conceive.

 

 

K.G. says…
I read through everything I’d written up until this point and realised none of my poems were particularly cheery or positive. [I’m not a completely miserable guy, I promise!] Consequently, I decided it was time to write something a bit more upbeat and encouraging.
Truly, I believe that no one is utterly hopeless in this world. We are all created with a degree of potential for us to unlock, if we choose to. That’s why we shouldn’t underestimate anyone, even if we are currently better than them, because we don’t know what they will achieve or be capable of in future.
Most importantly, don’t underestimate your own self.

BOTH KNOW THE GAME

He dangles his cash like bait for her beauty
She uses her looks to lure lots of his money
Both are in it for themselves, their actions are phony

He won’t make her his girlfriend, he just wants to beat
She won’t enjoy his company yet she agrees to go eat
Both know the game so they keep each other sweet

He is after all the pleasures without the commitments
She wants to taste luxuries beyond her confinements
Both tease with their assets, trading off in instalments

He takes her fancy places for her to post on social media
She entertains his advances to ensure he stays eager
Both keep playing till they get tired and need a breather

He happily pays to fulfil his desires, regardless of cost
She cares not that her feelings are colder than frost
Both know the game well and there is zero love lost

 

 

K.G. says…
Bwoiii… a modern take on an age-old tale. These are just certain observations that others and myself have made; presented in art form. It speaks for itself so I don’t need to say too much about it – we all know the game!
On a side note [before the PC brigade gets up in arms], I acknowledge that the particular roles described in the scenarios can also be depicted in reverse and are not restrictive traits of any particular gender or orientation.

PRETENTIOUS PERFORMERS

Actions speak louder than words but silence shrouds intentions
Doing and saying things with thoughts that no one mentions
Pretentious performers prey on the naivety of the meek
Playing with facets of the truth like a game of hide and seek
Deeds choreographed to contrive without ever revealing fully
While wavering words spew from tongues that fail to talk truly

Wolves in sheep’s clothing pull the wool over people’s eyes
As pussycats prowl with pride among lions who don’t realise
Politics, drama, misdirection and sugar coating are apparent
Masks worn to prevent real expressions being transparent
In a world where genuine sincerity is often locked in a cage
It is no wonder why pretentious performers take centre stage

 

 

K.G. says…
I’m not entirely sure of what people really think about this piece because it’s not one that my readers have often mentioned to me. Nonetheless I am pleased with it from a creative perspective because I threw in a few different literary devices (i.e. alliteration, wordplay, metaphors) and well-known idioms.
Personally, I think the first line of the second verse is one of the best I’ve ever written. I also rate the line immediately after, although the meaning of that is more obscure as it all rests on a single word which can be easily overlooked. *high-five if you got it the first time*
The poem itself is about how a lot of us seem to interact with each other. As someone who prefers straightforwardness and zero drama, I find game-playing and having to second-guess to be uncomfortably confusing and unnecessary.

LEGS LONG AND THIN

Looking good with legs long and thin
Waiting to discover how it feels within
Hoping it is tight but not way too much
Beautifully made, eager to finally touch
Gently unbutton, unzip then spread
Been longing for this, it must be said

Hands on the waist pulling into position
Cue the moment desire comes to fruition
Slip one in deep then follow with another
Soon both legs are shaking like fever
Wriggling, squeezing, breathless scenes…
Such effort, just to try new skinny jeans!

 

 

K.G. says…
First of all, shame on you for thinking what you thought whilst reading it! Tut tut – it’s just an innocent poem about denim đŸ˜‰
This is definitely up there as one of the most fun poems for me to write. It was quite challenging as well because, unlike the ideas for most of my other pieces which come to me naturally, I had set myself a task to write something that would take the audience on a deceptive journey for as long as possible before delivering an unexpected twist right at the end.
Hope you enjoyed reading it as much I enjoyed writing it. Go and have a cold shower now.

CROSSED PATHS

Vowed to protect you, whatever it takes
Warmed your days and soothed your aches
Stood by you through all your mistakes
Until love ended in misery and heartbreaks

Devoutly devoted to you when you were mine
Waiting for clouds to give way to sunshine
Yet the skies grew greyer, an ominous sign
That our crossed paths would never align

Time was, this would have seemed insane
How a bond so true could somehow wane
Slipping further as the tears fell like rain
From friends to lovers then strangers again

 

 

K.G. says…
One of, if not, the most personally emotional poems I have written. That last verse! *holds back tear*  It was also the first piece I ever performed to a spoken word audience. It really seems to connect with people as a lot of my readers have mentioned it among their favourites.
From an artistic point, I was pleased with how it came to life through a mix of sincere vulnerability and metaphors. Such was how naturally it flowed from the heart, that I wrote it all out before scanning the text and eventually deciding on a name for it [after a couple of working titles].

MAGIC IS IN THE MYSTERY

The magic is in the mystery
When they can’t work it out, it sparks their intrigue

They aren’t bothered at all
Once you start shining, that is when they shall call

Only show them a glimpse
Then watch as they swing towards you like chimps

Asking what, who, where, how
Very funny that they’re only showing interest now

Suddenly they know you
Being friendly and curious about places you go to

Don’t tell them anything
Because really and truly, you owe them nothing

Had they stayed close
They would already be aware of how everything goes

Let them wonder what could be
After all, the magic will forever be in the mystery!

 

 

K.G. says…
The title of this comes from an off-the-cuff comment I made during a liquor fueled conversation with my friend while we were on holiday. It was a year before I actually wrote the piece but at the time, my friend liked the quote so much that it stuck in my mind.
Anyway, the poem itself is pretty self explanatory. As human beings, we can all be fickle when it comes to who we give our attentions to, and why and when we take an interest in particular people. I guess the “mystery” is a bit like a flame which makes us human beings similar to moths.

PLAY YOUR ACE

Birth begins a lifelong gamble for all to face

Happiness, along with sadness, is merely a phase

Ideas inspire, perceptions change, hope gives chase

Moods shift, dreams fade, whatever the pace

Death’s determination inevitably ends the race

Thus when opportunity arises, play your ace

♠♣♥♦

 

 

K.G. says…
This short piece is what really got my juices flowing to start writing poems. I enjoy hearing people’s interpretations and how each person derives a slightly different meaning from it.
Writing it myself at the time, it was about the fact that nothing is absolutely certain in life; that nothing lasts forever nor stays in a constant state. The only guarantee is that we all meet the same fate in the end. Therefore, regardless of all the uncertainties and changes going on around us, we ought to “play our aces” at some point before we no longer have the chance to.
People have asked, “What is the ace?” That can be down to individual interpretation. For me, a person’s ace can be anything – a talent, trait or gift which can be leveraged/exploited to improve one’s circumstances.