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Heaven they say!

Heaven they say is the place to be
Up in the skies all I can see
are abstract clouds of glorious seas

Heaven they say is a promised dream
An unseen paradise to me it seems
Which we see only in our dreams

Heaven they say is home
Every inch of it I wish to roam

Heaven they say is the promised land
For the righteous if you understand

Heaven they say is forever
It is forever and after and not never

But I say!
Heaven is the ultimate reward
From the Almighty Lord

Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi 

(I looked up to the skies one day and the words for this poem came to me.) 

Beautiful

Honesty is beautiful
Kindness is beautiful
Intelligence is beautiful
Talent is beautiful

Beautiful is a romance with such abundance
Beautiful are the flowers that roam the earth
Beautiful is awaking to the sound of singing birds
Beautiful is a disguise
Playing hide and seek inside and outside
Beautiful is as naked as the rising sun
Beautiful is delightful and truthful
Beautiful is the golden daylight that shines
And the taste of sweet colored red wine
Beautiful was never ever created by mistake
Beautiful is the ingredient we bake life’s cake
When all or nothing is at stake

I am beautiful
You are beautiful
We are beautiful

Beautiful is great
Beautiful is sweet
Beautiful is love
Beautiful is power

Come to me Mr. & Mrs. Beautiful
Let me into your little secret
Of why you are so obedient and dutiful

Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi

(I came to the conclusion that everything in life has its beauty.)

The Journey of Life

The journey of life begun
That fateful day I was born
My eyes opened up blissfully to the sun
My soul, heart and brain emerged as one
Behold my journey had begun!

This little child in time has grown
Yes! Time has flown, time has flown
A lot has been learnt on my very own

Life has been a mystifying journey
With every up and down
With tears and laughter
With hate and love
With stupidity and wisdom
With enemies and friends
But even in my journey of frustration
I have found a means of celebration
In my toilsome exploration to my fateful destination

Tick tock, the clock goes on
Minute by minute, then hourly
Month by month then yearly
Tick tock, and in my journey
I have searched, questioned and answered
Whilst walking painfully along many paths
Sometimes requesting protection
Seeking from above immunization
When hit by obstacles in locations

But I am still on this journey
Shaking hands with the sad and merry
My passion for life which was once raw
Is now confined within the Almighty’s law
For life's journey itself never ends
Once you have reached the end of each road
Uplifting off your entire cloggy load
Be it in a hot summer or a winter’s cold
Behold! A new journey will unfold

Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi

(I really put in energy and meditation into this poem. I had to put my mind into a spiritual state of elevation to get this beauty out of me. I love it!)

So Alone

So alone in my bed
Alone listening to nightly whispers
Alone in my thoughts
Alone standing in court
Alone I stand and fight
Alone I pray for rainbow lights

Alone in the morning I awake
Alone I celebrate my joys
Alone I cry out my sadness
Alone I voice out my fears
Alone in strength

Alone in wealth
Alone in good health
Alone I try to understand
Alone I seek knowledge
Alone I share what is mine
Alone I try not to be alone
Alone when my time has come, I pass away

Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi

(I felt really alone when I wrote this, I guess that is why a lot of people can relate to this poem. I felt alone, naked, without friends and I was sleeping and listening to insects taking over the night with their little chit-chat here and there) 

In Solitude

In solitude I remain
With absolutely nothing to gain
Perhaps in time I will be strong
You see! Solitude is not my favourite song

A solitary place
Is not where I belong
Read my lips and trace the lines on my face
You see! Solitude is not my favourite song

But social isolation
Combined with social manipulation
Places me once again in solitude
You see! Solitude is not my preferred attitude

This isn’t a journey of spiritual enlightenment
As some people might say to my resentment
But in great loneliness of this magnitude
I must find some self awareness in solitude

I must find strength and pretend
That everyone around me is my friend
To put this state of scale of elevation to an end
I must pretend, I must pretend
That even Solitude is my friend

Copyright 2007 - Sylvia Chidi

(It is very easy to place anyone in solitude or isolation. Just simply as a community or group avoid them, don't talk to them over a period of time. Be cold, ignore them etc. Some of us choose to be in solitude and some of us don't. This poem addresses the latter!) 

(Most people have their moments when they feel hot, when they are on the heat. I was on the heat when I wrote this, but today I am not! Please do not write me offering me friendship of any kind or nature just because of the contents of this poem!)

     (A friend of mine kept on lingering on the subject of home one

     particular evening that by the time I woke up, my head was filled with

     the word 'home'. I just had to write a poem about home.)

Pink is my colour

Pink pants and rosy plants
Pink blouses, never failing to arouse spouses

Pink hot feverish lips
Passionate pants of pink
Love letters dipped in pink ink

You see! You see!

Pink is my colour
Pink is the sweet side of wild
Quite mild
Like a little lost baby child
Of all the colours compiled
Pink is romantic and disarming
All pink roses are ever so charming

Pink is my colour
The fruit juices I drink
Are always colour pink
With favourable odours
Igniting my fire making me desire more and more
Think! Think! Pink always links
With erotic pleasant stinks
Those flirty winks
Combining with pink
Creating an effect of kink, kink, kinky!

Pink is my colour
Refined or raw
Pink is my colour
And the colour of my door
Pink is my colour
And the only colour I adore

Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi

(This is not about the pop star Pink, even though I think she is hot. This is about my favorite colour as you can see evidence from my website. Pink is my colour,  a colour you simply cannot ignore.

Pink is the colour of my door and my watch.

Oh! Oh! That last part did not rhyme! )

What is music to you?

Music is freedom that relentlessly exists
Freedom of speech
Freedom of thought
Freedom of creativity
Freedom of imagination

Music is ever soothingly healing
A bombardment of on-going expression of feelings
Music is a tool of unity
Always bringing people together as family
Hence be described as a mentor of spirituality

Music is magic
Performing its tricks
With sweet instrumental tones and lyrics

Music is emotionally captivating
Music is positively distracting
Music is a form of beautiful art
Passed on as a message on a public stage

Music is as powerful as water
Flowing in and out of generations
Trapped ever so often only by its own enormous power

Music is an angel
Singing out from the skies as she flies
Music is love
Music is the food of all moods
Music is perfect and it is good for you

Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi

(I adore music and this is what music means to me and perhaps to you. Music is the passion of life. I suppose sometimes I oppose it and sometimes I cling onto it to survive.) 

What is my destiny?
What is your destiny?
Can it be changed at all?
Or is it another hallucination
A figment of our imagination,
of what life should hold in stock for us

If destiny would walk our paths
I would say to destiny
Why have you come all this way, just to lead us astray?

Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi 

(Have you ever asked yourself, 'what is my destiny?' I have. Perhaps the answer is very obvious!) 

   (I wrote this really with deep feelings for someone special but my feelings were declined. It hurt and it made me realize how others must have felt when I let them down gently.  However Love requires mutual feelings! annnddddd chemistry!)

The Blind man and his dog

Excuse me, excuse me
Make way, he heard a voice say

The blind man and his dog
Walked along his way
His one and only companion
For friends he had none

The blind man spoke
When I think about life
I like to slice it with a knife

We hold on to it tight
for this thing called life, right!

We battle and fight
For this thing called life, right!

Behold I'm a man without sight
Deprived of the colour of daylight
I have no anger, I have no right
As I live free of fright
Treasuring the fact I'm alive

I have no vision of black or white
Do not stress over my plight
I am the blind man with his dog
At night I sleep like a log
The earth is my rug
The air is my drug
With or without the nightly fog

I have a vision of beauty of love and thruth
I have perfect immunity of material wealth
I have appreciation of good health

I am the blind man with his dog
I am thankful of all simple things
O! What joy they do bring!

Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi

(When I was a child my Dad used to tell me of a blind man who begged for a living and someone tried to put a poisonous snake in his bag as a joke. However it backfired and someone else dipped his hands into the bag and got bitten. 

Think about the blind and how they live their life each day, that is what this poem is about.) 

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