Justin G: Favorites

Jun 2016 Justin G

Pradip Chattopadhyay

Much adored is the dead poet

Within the glass case
Away from dirt
Amongst the books pressed
Rests his heart

Such was the silence he dreamed
When words streamed
Like riverine flow
In all might arose
Seeking the order in chaos

Orderly bound now his name
In peace standing behind wooden frame
Yet with the ceaseless commotion of wait...

Much adored rests the dead poet.

Jun 2016 Justin G

Alternate Universe

Jun 2016 Justin G

ryn

Alternate Universe

In an alternate universe,
the light would be more friend than foe.
I need not entrench myself
in the sturdiest foxhole...
The deepest burrow.

In an alternate universe,
shadows would not goad me
into submitting to leverage.
Spotlight would be on,
and I would take centrestage.

In an alternate universe,
the world would perceive
with magnanimous eyes.
With no malicious intent,
with no obscure motives,
all twisted and bent.

In an alternate universe,*
I would readily reveal myself...
As an entity and not a martyr.
In my heart, there'll be no worry.
Because there'll be no fangs
amidst the jubilee.
Only smiles that would draw out
the best in each other.

#hellopoetry107 #alternateuniverse

Jun 2016 Justin G

wide spaces

Jun 2016 Justin G

its gonna make sense

wide spaces

i am a mere word of this page
and you are the phrases i admire most that i can't have.
at least give me a proof of sentence,
that i am still part of your paragraph.
i've never thought that this boundless sea of whiteness
can be so lonesome.
the large gap between us and other words,
feels like the vastness of the ocean,
drowning me in and out of the pages.*

©IGMS

the untold story of the lonely word

#broken #sad #lonely #hurt #spaces

Jun 2016 Justin G

a poet i never read

Jun 2016 Justin G

SøułSurvivør

a poet i never read

a poet i did not know
i sail through life blithely
mouthing prayers
but do i show
the love of God Or do i
forget it as i go

a poet i did not read
a poet who passed on
joining the ranks in heaven
yes, that mighty throng
does he look down
and smile on us
now that he is gone?

a poet i did not read
a poet who knew Christ
perhaps better than myself
when cut comes to slice
perhaps now i'll
know meaning
i'll take my
own advice

the advice i give my family
the advice i give my friends
you never know the poem

until

the

poem

ends

SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/8/2016

R.I.P.
Chris G Valliencourt

please read
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1653116/poem
/when-you-die-it-will-be-your-dreams-that-
are-remembered/

Please. Let's love each other.
Put aside our differences today
in honor of Chris.

I think he would like that.

I will be off site today for a while.
I'm going back to my wellness camp.

#love #prayer #life #god #death #dreams #jesus #christ #united #hpfriends

Jun 2016 Justin G

A Song of Hope

Jun 2016 Justin G

Valsa George

A Song of Hope

When the pall of gloom overcasts my mind
And at cross roads bewildered I stand
I tell myself
This shall pass

When my mind is full of fear
And I find no single soul to share
I tell myself
This too shall pass

When darkness invades my abode
And there is not even a ray of light inside
I tell myself
This too shall pass

When my burdens weigh heavier than I can bear
And when no one around seems to care
I tell myself
This too shall pass

When storm clouds gather in the sky
And my tensions rise high
I tell myself
This too shall pass

When the road ahead stretches strenuous
And the distance makes me nervous
I tell myself
This too shall pass

When those I love and trust let me down
And look upon me with scorn and frown
I tell myself
This too shall pass

When misfortunes flow in torrent
And am caught in the eddying current
I tell myself
This too shall pass

When the cycle of seasons keep changing
Life, from sorrows to joy will surely be shifting
Let us wait for the pendulum to have its full swing
And let our hopes heavenward steadily wing!

Love will again fill the air
Doves of peace will coo in pair
The wintry chill will lose its frosty bite
Spring will come on wings like a sprite

‘‘Nevertheless, the hilltop hour
Would not be half so wonderful
Were there no dark valleys to traverse”
Helen Keller’s words resonate in my ears

Jun 2016 Justin G

On the Mend

Jun 2016 Justin G

ryn

On the Mend

.

How do we mend wavering pedestals...
When the ground beneath is parched dry.
Stemming off loose foundations that time had weathered wry.

How do we mend broken gazes...
When watchful eyes which were meant to see,
are blinded by the onslaught of half-truths and fallacy.

How do we mend burnt bridges...
When we never look back to trace heavy missteps.
We fail to admit to consciously springing obvious traps.

How do I mend ailing hearts...
When familiar corridors seem warped to a bend.
When my own is struggling and perpetually on the mend.

#hellopoetry107 #onthemend

Jun 2016 Justin G

You're My Grease

Jun 2016 Justin G

The Lunchtime Poet

You're My Grease

You are my foundation
You are my rock
A shoulder to lean on
To whom I can talk

When we are together
I am at peace
I'm your bearing
You are my grease

Twenty five years of bliss
Is what we had
Proud you're my wife
Our daughter her dad

I hope twenty five more years
Is what's in store
When those are done
I'll need twenty five more

#love #passion #family #bestfriends #soulmates #anniversary

Jun 2016 Justin G

A Theatre

Jun 2016 Justin G

Jade

A Theatre

Such a beautiful dance,
Make it through my windows,
Windows to hearts and flowers,
Until I realised,
It's just a theatre

#love #loss #theatre #depress