A Message for the Youth

 

Youth, you still have a long way ahead
Take your time but use your head
Life is easy if you work hard
Enjoy each day as it passes
Just be sure to leave your mark…

Never take anything, anyone for granted
Youth is not a licence to do as you please
Be daring and adventurous —
That’s your privilege
You’ll learn a lot if you don’t
scoop yourself in
Just remember not to go overboard…

Be gentle and firm with yourself
And with others, too
Remain friendly, but be a friend loyal and true…

Look up, aim high
Discover yourself truly and honestly
It’s in accepting yourself as you are
That you’ll be able to see others
as they are…

Do not try to search for everything
For what is truly yours will surely
come your way;
As you go on with your life
Once in a while try to look back
at where you’ve been
Remembering the lessons you’ve learned…

Remember, too, to bring along some memories
Look at the past and remember
That once you’ve passed this way

Lastly, no matter what Life has to offer you
Give thanks and be humble
Know that if you walk with God
You will never be lost.



Message For The Youth is my reflective sharing of wisdom to all young people whoever they may be…— Marichu – I shared this poem on Writing.com

 

 

 

Poignant Angst

 

One voice failed to catch the wind —

Its words laid out like carpet…

Yet, the waters of the stream might have washed them away

Beneath stones upon stones…

Hence no ripples could they make

To let the mighty wind stop by its side

If only for awhile;

Oh how that soul lies in anguished wait —

As it bleeds beneath the trampling hoofs of its scorn!

                                                                                    — Marichu

Shanghai By The Moonlight

 

 

This is a poem I wrote in 2000, inspired by both Enya and a postcard of a Shanghai Buddhist Temple. Though it is in poetry form, it is also a good example of how to write vividly by using descriptive details that are concrete and specific. Doing so can help our readers use their imagination to see, or hear, or feel what we as writers present in our composition. (my note to students)


Like folded hands steepled in prayer

The Longhua Pagoda solemnly beckons –

Where are the stars that paint the sky;

Only the gentle moon silently casts its light

On the mysterious city of Shanghai…

What a cold, lonely night

As I walk through its snow-laden grounds

And I behold the haunting sight

Of winter trees and stones;

And hues of blue and gray and white

Dance to the eerie sounds of silence…

Upon its lace-mantled bosom

A golden light glows

A solitary glimpse of warmth

For a distant soul in hope

Of Memories and a China Rose…


Poetry Prompt #17 – Dreamflights