Tag Archives: poetry

Poetry: My Reality


Looking inside the mind of a quiet soul can sometimes be a daring act.

For a sneak peek into once such mind, read here.


Poetry: By God’s Grace


But by the grace of God I am what I am: and his grace which was bestowed upon me was not in vain; but I labored more abundantly than they all: yet not I, but the grace of God which was with me.(1 Corinthians 15:10 KJV)

How shall we then act towards others knowing the blessing of grace God has extended towards us? Click here Imageto read my poetic response.

Health Benefits of Watermelon


This is a poem I whipped up just to mess around with the SEO term of the day.

Here’s a taste:


No, the only summer food

for me

is slice after slice

of healthy,



yummy watermelon.


Read more here: Health Benefits of Watermelon.

A Poem for Father’s Day


My dad is a hard man to shop for so when Father’s Day rolls around every year, I struggle on what to get him. This year, though, I thought I would write him a poem to tell him what he means to me.

It’s entitled Who You Are to Me. And it starts off like this…

You are to me…

To read the rest of  my dedication, click here.

Poetry: Stupidity


Sometimes the best way to win an argument is to totally confuse the other person. That way, they are no longer focused on the argument, but on trying to understand what exactly is was you said.

Read more here for a simple poetic example.

Poetry: Sinking


Not every day brings about a happy ending, but that doesn’t mean that you stop hoping, stop working towards a brighter future. There will be scars, yes, that’s the evidence of a battle fought, and won.

Read more here in my latest poem entitled Sinking.




We all go through those changes of intimate relationships, but what do you do when you run into that one who knows who you were and who you are in spite of yourself? The one who knows you regardless of your closeness (or lack thereof) to one another now?

Read more: http://authspot.com/poetry/knower/#ixzz1rgi8VtbW

Freudian Babbling


I can’t help believing that these things that come from the subconscious mind have a sort of truth to them. It may not be a scientific truth, but it’s psychological truth. ~ Brian Aldiss.

This poem is entitled Freudian Babbling for the simple reason that I wrote it during a subconscious writing experiment. The experiment is to completely distract yourself with something while letting your hand write freely on the page. In my case, I decided to watch an episode of Castle that I had missed earlier in the week. (Considering that Castle is one of my favorite TV series right now, it was the perfect distraction for me.) The theory behind this type of exercise is to avoid thinking about what you are writing; instead, you allow your subconscious mind to take over and, thus, revealing what thoughts are really going on inside your head.

I’ll have to admit, when I first read what I had written I was quite confused. As a matter of fact, I had to read it aloud to someone else and he told me what it meant. Let me know what you think about this one. I’d love to hear first-time reactions from others!

Click here to read it.