Christen kuikoua Poems
America The Great Has Fallen
by Christen Kuikoua
Oh America The Great, What Happened?
You were the land of the free, the home of the brave,
But now you are the kingdom of the lost, the empire of the depraved.
A nation built on righteousness, now swallowed by darkness.
Your streets bleed with the cries of the innocent,
Your towers rise on the graves of morality,
And your people bow—not to God, but to greed, to perversion, to chaos.
Oh America The Great, What Happened?
You butcher the unborn in clinics called sanctuaries,
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Cherished by Mom
by Christen Kuikoua
In you, dear Mother, my pride resides,
No hate could ever in my heart abide.
Nine months within your loving embrace,
You nurtured me with boundless grace.
You taught me to speak, to write, to stand,
Guided me with a gentle hand.
A part of you, you gave to me,
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A Song of Faith and Resolve
by Christen Kuikoua
A Song of Faith and Resolve
Some say yes to Satan to reach their goals,
To sell their priceless soul for fleeting glow.
But I, Christen Kuikoua, declare, "No!"
For I have the Lord God Almighty's hold.
It takes hard work and reading of His Word,
It takes a bond with Him to truly see,
How best to praise His name in purity—
The Lord of hosts, by whom all life is stirred.
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The Day I Saw Death, and It Smiled at Me
by Christen Kuikoua
That day, as though yesterday it lingers,
The school bell rang, yet sickness clutched my fingers.
From nowhere it struck, with a pressure so deep,
My body faltered, as if yearning for sleep.
“It’s a sickness like every other,” I thought,
So I bathed, dressed, and the next morning fought.
Yet by the first class, my strength ebbed away,
To the nurse I staggered, hoping she'd delay
This strange shadow that loomed over my frame,
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So Who Is Christen Kuikoua
by Christen Kuikoua
In the quiet quest of self, a name unfolds,
Christen Kuikoua, a story yet to be told.
Not just a random soul or a fleeting dream,
But a being with purpose, a soul in the stream.
Through days and nights, in life's winding thread,
In the valley's shadow, where mysteries are bred.
Asking, "Who am I, and how did I come to be?"
A pondering heart, longing for clarity.
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America The Great Has Fallen
by Christen Kuikoua
Oh America The Great, What Happened?
You were the land of the free, the home of the brave,
But now you are the kingdom of the lost, the empire of the depraved.
A nation built on righteousness, now swallowed by darkness.
Your streets bleed with the cries of the innocent,
Your towers rise on the graves of morality,
And your people bow—not to God, but to greed, to perversion, to chaos.
Oh America The Great, What Happened?
You butcher the unborn in clinics called sanctuaries,
......
A Song of Faith and Resolve
by Christen Kuikoua
A Song of Faith and Resolve
Some say yes to Satan to reach their goals,
To sell their priceless soul for fleeting glow.
But I, Christen Kuikoua, declare, "No!"
For I have the Lord God Almighty's hold.
It takes hard work and reading of His Word,
It takes a bond with Him to truly see,
How best to praise His name in purity—
The Lord of hosts, by whom all life is stirred.
......
The Day I Saw Death, and It Smiled at Me
by Christen Kuikoua
That day, as though yesterday it lingers,
The school bell rang, yet sickness clutched my fingers.
From nowhere it struck, with a pressure so deep,
My body faltered, as if yearning for sleep.
“It’s a sickness like every other,” I thought,
So I bathed, dressed, and the next morning fought.
Yet by the first class, my strength ebbed away,
To the nurse I staggered, hoping she'd delay
This strange shadow that loomed over my frame,
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To My Future Wife
by Christen Kuikoua
If ever thou didst love me first,
My heart shall pledge in boundless trust.
If thou bestowed upon me armor bright,
I would be thy golden knight.
If ever thou and I didst entwine,
I’d fight for thee with soul divine.
And if in battle I should fall,
I’d skip death’s grasp to heed thy call.
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Before The Beginning Began
by Christen Kuikoua
Before the dawn of time’s first breath,
Before the light of morning’s crest,
There was a Presence, pure and grand,
Who shaped the stars with His own hand.
He did not begin where beginnings unfold,
Nor fit within the bounds of old,
For He, the Prime Mover, the Uncaused Cause,
Initiated all with divine laws.
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