Poetry in Motion

Living everyday is like a winding road with twists and bends, I must navigate with rows of tiny symbols on paper before it is lost along the way in the rush.

* * * R E F L E C T I O N S * * *


I wasn’t a mother when I married you,

yet you want me to be like your mother

I wasn’t “perfect” when you met me,

yet you expect me to be more than the other

I wasn’t expecting anything than acceptance,

of your love and repentance

I didn’t ask to fall in love with you

we fell in love despite strange perceptions

I willingly accepted you knowing

everything would be foretelling

With nothing but my wits and stupid love

You promised “it would be alright love”

I understand it would be tough but

with every passing moment in stride

Your loving embrace keeps me upright

I made my life with you even without dough

I believe in us – two hearts in one clove

So here I am inundated by your absence

I’ve tried once and tried again to make sense

Of why this unbearable abuses

had surfaced and resurfaced

against someone like me

Me, a mere reflection of you!

© 2012, Bessielah David

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I have a list of folks…all written in a book.
and every now and then…I go and take a look.
That is when I realize these names…they are a part,
not of the book they’re written in…but taken from the heart.
For each new name stands for someone…
who has crossed my part sometime.
and in that meeting they have become…
the reason and the rhyme.
although it sounds fantastic… for me to make this claim.
I really am composed….of each remembered name.
Although you’re not aware…of any special link…
Just knowing you have touched my life…
More than you could think.
So please don’t take my greeting…
as just a mere routine…
Your name is not…
forgotten in between.
For when I send a message…
that is addressed to you,
it is because…
you’re one on the list…
of folks I am indebted to.
so whether I have known you …
for many days or few,
In some ways you have a part….
in shaping the things I do.
I am but a total…of many folks I’ve met,
You’re someone I would prefer…
Never to forget.

The ‘Net of Friendship

This is so beautifully penned…I had to share it…

It’s true I have never seen you

and we have never met,

never shaken hands or even truly hugged

and yet! I know for sure

you care for me by the kindness that you give.

And our keyboards keep us together

doesn’t matter where we live

so I am emailing you to put a smile on your face

and to let you know in my heart you have a special place.

The sun is always shining just above the cloudy haze,

as we share friendship across an online maze.

We express love and kindness without a face

it comes from deep inside our hearts from a special place.

Within our lives we share special dreams, unusual and unique,

and it is with our keyboards that we speak.

We are friends from the emails we exchange,

I wouldn’t know you on the street and it doesn’t even seem strange.

You have brightened my life with the thoughtfulness you show.

Your words encourage me more than you could know.

As people change and times keep changing too,

one thing stays the same the way I feel for you.

For this friendship we possess we owe a world of gratitude and debt,

because we would not know each other if it wasn’t for the net.

Seeking Solitude

After a tiring week of never-ending emails and endless telephone calls,

I needed quietness.

I walked to the beach to enjoy the cool see breeze.

The day was luminous and beautiful.

As I face the sparkling turquois sea, the islands welcomed me.

Blue enamel and white fluffy clouds swathe the horizon.

It’s so quite…only the droning of the airplane at the far distance,

Then the hum of dragon-fly wings, the lapping of the waves against the shore,

The buzzing of the bee over my head and the pandanus leaves interrupt my reverie.

From some hidden spot in the grasses,

A frog scolded the pilot for disturbing the peace.

Seagulls’ called from the far right; a chickadee chirped to my left.

A family of four sand crabs made an occasional dance, in search for food from where I sat.

A breathe of air stirred the palm trees,

And caused the fireweeds nearby to sway and shimmer.

The smell of seaweed was in the air.

It was a fishy smell, a pungent, salty odour.

I felt the warmth of the scorching sun, despite the sheltering trees.

Here and there, fireweed seedpod split open, releasing the white soft cotton.

The sea breeze ruffled the water.

I seemed to see a thousand silver-winged birds, dancing to their hearts’ content.

XV Pacific Games 2015

If I may see the paradise banner
Every fleeting moment counts
If I am bold and proud enough,
The golden lace will survive the years.

This is our time, these are our games
To fly it high – to raise the banner
To run the race – our feet light weight
To shine the torch – of sportsmanship

If I may see our kumul, the sky is the limit
As we run, we soar, in prideful glee
The pressure is on, “We’re ready to go!”
The drum beats roll, “We’re ready to roar!”

The baton tip shines –
The podium calls
Anticipation wild, hearts boom, boom!
Wrapped with banners, one two three

At last we hear the names being called
Hands pump the air, we shout with glee
On podium stands our bronze in third,
Our silver in second and our gold in first

My Angels

You were a phantom of delight,

when first you gleamed upon my sight,

heaven in your footsteps

and grace in your eyes.

you really were a blessing from above

in a disguise, you were sent down for me to love.

I love you more and more as every day goes by

But it’s painful and I pray to God

’cause I don’t know why!

Why things have gone the way that they do.

For the love of my life… Shania, Sonny and Afiqxz

copyright 2015 Bessie David

All We Need

beautiful, simple and relatable…have reblogged on threeprayers

DoubleU = W

you are the warmth on my face,

the breeze brushing my skin,

the cooling storm on a hot day,

the shade in the patch of woods,

the rain dripping from leaves,

you are all that brings life,

and you are all we need


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©2015 Bessielah David

My Son

My Son.

My Son

My Son

As a babe, my child

The apple of my eye

Take heed, be strong!

A babe I held

A youth you’ll become

In no time, your own path to tread

Take heart, my child

Take heed, be strong!

As a man, my child

Do not forget, what you have been taught

Your footsteps firm, your kindness supply

For in your days, kindness returns

Do not forget my child

Take heed, be strong!

A man you’ve become

A master of your own destiny

© 2015 Bessielah David.

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