~ The Significant of Being Insignificant ~

~ The Significant of Being Insignificant ~
Memoirs of an Alley Cat


I am but insignificant
yet beyond yonder
benevolent hearts
speak through their mind
as if they are wise
and kind.

 

They say…
Poor soul.
Have you fill those roaring
empty stomach
Have you soothe those
aching paws
Why do you sigh?
Are those signs of wear
Or sadness that you can’t bare.

 Compelling
as may be your musing.
We’ve let life passed on
as simple as can be.

Simplicity
to every extend
makes fortune
rise from every bend.
 

The worries you whine
and moan
and go about
will make
one’s youth
elude
within a blink
and bring
satiny to a brink

I am but insignificant
Iife for me
Is far from your complexity. 


 

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Suffering in Splendor

Suffering in Splendor   

by F. Myzura

In my deep anguish for the glimpse of you
I cry…
though tears have left me long before
and left me dry.

This torment
this lash of burning suffering,
what did it intend to bring?
and will that relentless heart of yours sing
sing to my suffering.

I have no more devotion,
not even an affection.
What are the remains for me
when my heart is blinded to forever see.

and yet…
this feeling is awaken again
and my soul is in vain.
To runaway from this imminent pain
what just
can that bring
to this soul of mine
when in turn,
approaches a knight so divine

must I ever give in
to this anguish torment.
And forever behold
this phenomenal moment.
Or should I let the knight
pass me by
and leave my heart
to bleed and cry.

shall it never be known….

– F.Myzura UKM 98

Copyright © 1998 F. Myzura

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Us in Cyberspace

Us in Cyberspace   

by F. Myzura

This poem is about you
It’s all about love
Its what I lived to gain
And yet I cannot have
This poem is about you
Its tells of how we met
Two strangers in the night
United by the Internet
This poem tells you of me
My world that you can see
‘Twas weary and dry before
Then you came and gave me more
This poem is about us
About the things we love and adore
And the feelings through ICQ
We wrote but never came through
This poem tell you through your email
How my feelings have become so frail
And as days and nights go by…
I love you more and I don’t know why
This poem has no means to an end
Though I wish I could do that somehow
But I know I’ll cherish you deep
And let this love dim to sleep.

– F.Myzura UKM 98

Copyright © 1998 F. Myzura

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