I've finished life's chores assigned to me,
So put me on a boat headed out to sea.
Please send along my fishing pole
For I've been invited to the fishin' hole.
Where every day is a day to fish,
To fill your heart with every wish.
Don't worry, or feel sad for me,
I'm fishin' with the Master of the sea.
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My window-pane is starred with frost,
The world is bitter cold to-night,
The moon is cruel, and the wind
Is like a two-edged sword to smite.
God pity all the homeless ones,
The beggars pacing to and fro.
God pity all the poor to-night
Who walk the lamp-lit streets of snow.
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It is the first mild day of March:
Each minute sweeter than before
The redbreast sings from the tall larch
That stands beside our door.
There is a blessing in the air,
Which seems a sense of joy to yield
To the bare trees, and mountains bare,
And grass in the green field.
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And wilt thou have me fashion into speech
The love I bear thee, finding words enough,
And hold the torch out, while the winds are rough,
Between our faces, to cast light on each ?--
I drop it at thy feet. I cannot teach
My hand to hold my spirit so far off
From myself--me--that I should bring thee proof
In words, of love hid in me out of reach.
Nay, let the silence of my womanhood
Commend my woman-love to thy belief,--
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There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie--
Perfect passion and worship fed
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As I stand, a poet in an ocean of words,
Unspoken feelings, unheard verses surge.
What is this craft, this calling to write?
Is it light for others or my own plight?
I pen the tales of others, the struggles they bear,
Yet each word I write is a weight I wear.
To live, to serve, to break free from norm,
A poet’s life—a perpetual storm.
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She carries life, a quiet bloom
The earth beneath her feels her grace
Within her heart, the sun finds room
A sacred hymn in time and space
Her steps, a rhythm, soft and kind
Through barren fields and shadows deep
The seeds of hope she leaves behind
She sows the dreams the world shall reap
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Under the vast and silent sky, a young man raised his gaze to the twinkling stars above. He always felt that the stars held a special story for him, a story carved with light in the night sky.
On the other side of the world, there was a girl who also loved to look at the stars. She felt that there was something special every time she looked at the stars, as if they were whispering to her about a love she had yet to find.
One night, under the same blanket of stars, the young man and young woman found themselves thinking about love and hope. Unbeknownst to them, the twinkling stars above were actually forming a pattern that carried a message for the two of them.
The message was "A sincere heart will always find its way." The stars became silent witnesses to their meeting that had yet to happen, but was already written in the night sky. A love story carved in the name of heaven, waiting to be realized.
Sometime later, fate brought them together at an art event. They felt as if they had known each other for a long time, just as the stars told them on that silent night. Their love story begins, with the stars as silent witnesses who always remind them of the story carved in the night sky.
Jakarta, 3 January 2025
Beneath the vast and silent sky,
The stars awaken, twinkling high.
A symphony of light and grace,
In endless realms of boundless space.
Each star, a note in cosmic tune,
Their rhythm sways beneath the moon.
Through ancient whispers, they proclaim,
The story etched in heaven’s name.
Their voices hum through midnight's veil,
A melody that cannot fail.
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O Eternal, beyond the grasp of flesh and time
In silent nights, where stars softly weep
My soul wanders, yearning to taste the divine in time
I search for You in depths still and deep
What am I but dust, mere clay and bone
O Beloved, pure as the morning’s breath
While You are the Unseen, seated on Your throne
Draw me near, release me from death
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