Small kindness

A swear and a curse
Invites a swear and a curse
Round and round goes the hapless
A vicious cycle of reckless words

A rush and a sea of faces
A sea of faces faceless
Crushed by the faceless peers
So round and round goes the hapless

By the candle's flicker
See now the ones who bicker
When life's a candle's flicker
Fickle ones who choose to bicker

A swear and a curse
Invites a swear and a curse
But a flicker of kindness
May yet light the darkness

And have you seen he who rehearses
A mask of smiles and a pack of lies?
A haughty walk by the man heedless
And of small kindness averse

And how could they rise
Above their petty little wiles?
For in all of us there's a spark of dark
And when it grows, a part of us dies

So who is it that shall be the first?
To risk doing a bit of kindness?
It's not just a matter of nice for nice
But to rise above it all, so rise

Repel evil with that which is better
For the high road is that which is harder
And a small kindness may yet last forever
And perhaps in the end... is the only thing that matter...

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- Dronee

Hope you get the message somewhat. Was listening to music when writing, so was a bit distracted...

Lovely, madam

Nack said:

Lovely, madam

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Haha... thanks... but I'm a guy.

Excellent poem mate.

thuany said:

Excellent poem mate.

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Thanks! I draw heavily from certain forms. I read a bit of Arabic, lots of English, some Malay, a bit of Chinese. I'm not really proficient in any of these, though English is probably my best language. So I kind of mix and match the different prose and forms from these different languages sometimes.

Serafina said:

Your title caught my eye. I'm glad I decided to read your post. This is a good poem.

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Thank you. Glad you liked it.

lol i took a guess..meh

Nack said:

lol i took a guess..meh

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No problem. Hmm... I think I'll continue on with the same theme...

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Yesterday's memories
And tomorrow's worries
When today's sorrow
Is all I know

Faces that come and go
Like unto the rapids' flow
But steadfast fellows these todays' sorrow
And where I walk they do but follow

The good old days and where are they?
It's all a haze and a haze it stays
Tired todays and here they stay
It's all a maze and these office grays

'Cheer up old fellow' but they do not know
For a nameless sorrow I do but know
And one day into another flow
And bound and chained I do but follow

I followed them unto a man
Who stands upon a bridge's end
And when I neared he paused to stand
Saying he wants it all to end

So here is one whose fate is worse
So listen and listen and now converse
Surprised is he by a small kindness
"So many passed, but you are the first"

I go on my way and yet today
Yet today still my troubles stay
But when I look up into the crimson skies
A little spark in these once dead eyes

It was real good the first time around, then you had to go and put that second part in, and make it great. great poem, I follow every line.

slicknsly said:

It was real good the first time around, then you had to go and put that second part in, and make it great. great poem, I follow every line.

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Thank you. I'm really in a bad place right now. Writing stuff helps.
Was inspired by some Arabic and English poetry... (... I will show you fear in a handful of dust... or something like that) Some of the Chinese and Malay stuff are also interesting sometimes...

Thanks for the encouragement. I hope to come up with more poetry soon.
Hopefully, some people will enjoy them.

Good work, Dronee. But I must say that the dark little corners of my mind now want to write the opposite.

With the recent activity on this section of SPW I'm almost tempted to dig out some of my older stuff. I've already posted a few, but there are still some I haven't shared yet. Like "The Statue," or "Memories." And I don't think I posted "@*#$ing Dark" yet.

And Dronee, it doesn't matter if other people enjoy your poems or not. If you enjoy writing, keep writing! But it's always nice to have something to feel proud of.

Tiercel said:

Good work, Dronee. But I must say that the dark little corners of my mind now want to write the opposite.

With the recent activity on this section of SPW I'm almost tempted to dig out some of my older stuff. I've already posted a few, but there are still some I haven't shared yet. Like "The Statue," or "Memories." And I don't think I posted "@*#$ing Dark" yet.

And Dronee, it doesn't matter if other people enjoy your poems or not. If you enjoy writing, keep writing! But it's always nice to have something to feel proud of.

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Believe me, it is extremely tempting for me to write the exact opposite of what I write. But thanks for the encouragement.