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POEMS
by
Joseph Matua
WITNESS FOR
THE DYING
As I lay here
wondering why
People keep
dying, oh why oh why
Give me
strength to stop the deaths
Instead of
standing by
as they take
their last breath....
HAND OF DESTINY
Look into my hand you see
Is it nothing?
What can it be?
I see the seed of things to come
My fist is strong
My mind is one
LOVE IS LIKE A ROSE
Love is like a rose
You hold it, cherish it,
and hope it will never die
Plant it then so it can rise
Your love, like the rose
will then never die
THE TEST OF TIME
A pebble in the sand
Like one of many in the world
Our love will endure
Like the sand against the seashore
The hourglass of time
With each turn it renews
A reflection of our love
Of both me and you
THE SEASHELL
Take this seashell
As my heart so pure
Look inside it
To remind you of me
Close it to shield it
From the harshness at bay
My heart like the pearl
Will never go away
IS HE CRYING
As I watch
The rain falling from the sky
I wonder if God's crying
If so and why
Are those tears
Of sadness or joy
Could it be
About a girl or a boy
Those tears that I see
Touch everyone in a way
I wonder how it does
I wonder how it may
SOMEWHERE OUT THERE
My feet are in the sand
My eyes gaze across the sea
I know something is out there
Maybe my future or destiny
I don't know what it is
But my eyes keep gazing out to sea
I know something is out there
Something keeps calling me
Could it be a place
Or a person or a thing
My eyes just keep gazing
And wondering
what it all means
TO HONOR
To my mom
Who I love so dear
She gave me life
So precious so near
She suffered so much
To give me all that she could
I've never forgotten
And I never would
She taught me things
That I've kept so well
Those values I cherish
Those things I'll never sell
I learned honor and compassion
Since when I was young
Such pride in my mom
Even more being her son
DEATH HAS NO FACE
Death has no face
Yet his arrival can be seen
His presence can be felt
His face must look mean
Pain and sorrow
Are the gifts he adores
The gifts nobody wants
I wonder who they're for
He comes without warning
So silent he creeps
Please don't knock at my door
For if you do
I won't speak
CAN YOU SEE ME
Can you see me
Like I can see you
You seem to see others
Am I invisible to you
Can you see me
I'm over here not there
Just look my way
My heart just can't bear
To see you notice others
Like I wish you would notice me
I wish you could see me
I wish you would care
VISIONS OF YOU
I feel the breeze
Brush close to my skin
The warmth of the sun
And other things mixed within
I then close my eyes
And imagine you so much
The softness of your lips
The trembling of your touch
It plays in my mind so vividly
The closeness of your heart
Soft rhythms of each beat
A masterpiece within my mind
The perfect work of art
The thought of you and I as one
Will never ever part....
ADDING
MORE....
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Use is prohibited without express written permission.
To contact Joseph Matua,
E-mail him at:
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STORIES....
MASQUERADE
by
Joseph Matua
It was 8:00 on a weekend
night, when the buses had suddenly stopped running 2 hours
earlier than they were supposed to.
I myself happened to be
on my way to a masquerade party. But since I didn't want to walk
past a notorious gang territory, I decided to take a shortcut
instead. A shortcut that would also eventually lead me to a
peculiar-looking stick that was laying in the street.
"Cool" I
thought to myself.
I felt kind of depressed
that night since I wouldn't be able to be a baseball player or a
pirate like I wanted to, because I was too poor to buy those
costumes. I could now at least use
this weird stick as a sceptre and try to pretend I was a tiki god
from the south pacific instead. That was when it all
happened.....
The second after
grabbing the peculiar-looking stick from the ground, I suddenly
began to hear a barrage of automatic gun fire coming from behind
me. Quickly turning around, I was even more surprised to see that
it was all being aimed at me too! That was when I suddenly became
light-headed and before I knew it, I had transformed into a huge
6-foot baseball glove that was catching all the bullets. If that
wasn't enough, I then transformed into a giant pirate cannon that
was about to fire a huge cannon ball made from all those bullets
that I had just caught as a baseball glove.
"KABOOM" I
screamed as I shot the huge cannon ball back towards the
notorious gang members.
In the blink of an eye,
it was suddenly over as quickly as it had begun. I think they
must have thought that I was a member of a rival gang or
something. Who knows? All I know for now is that I found a
strange looking stick with unbelievable powers and whoever lost
it is bound to come back looking for it....
ADDING MORE....
MASQUERADE Copyright 1997
Joseph Matua. All Rights Reserved. Use is prohibited without
express written permission.
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