Tag Archives: Poetic Muses

An instant

In an instant it all fell apart.

With a word that refused to take flight.

A moment soon gone.

For my words lingered on my lips for far too long.

A moment crying mercy!

But left behind, wasted in foolish hesitation

O, cruel inhumanity so afraid and lost

Was there any other way in which pride was not so blind?

Caleb
GTG

Life

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I know, I know, how hard it is

but for all the stars that shine
and the flowers that bloom

there is nothing more precious
than the light of her eyes.

Not even the sounds of the ocean
nor its gentle breeze

there is nothing more precious
than the laughter of her smile.

I know, I know, how hard it is

but if it is a miracle
when a star is born

it fails to compare
to the cry of a newborn.

Caleb
GTG

A False Choice

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Love and life drained
in the agony of despair

a false choice that wants to rip
humanity from your heart

for the world calls you
to give up the fruit of your womb

to offer it as a sacrifice
to appease the gods

that we have built for ourselves.

That is not you! Your heart knows best
because you were made for more

yet you feel that you have no choice

but why such haplessness
before the dawn?

Don’t you know that light shine
its brightest in the depth of night?

Caleb
GTG

Amsterdam

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Hues of colors playing far away
defying darkness

as they fiercely proclaim
the approaching dawn…

Curious and vibrant

bouncing through fields
with fierce authority

as natures bows
and stain glasses

come alive.

Awaken from their slumber
stories of heroic virtues…

as if suddenly recalling
memories of a fading faith.

Peaceful and innocent

ready to remind the world
the beauty of life.

Lest you not forget!

When the spring blooms
traveled through your

handcrafted canals
out to paint the world!

Caleb
GTG

The World

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The world was growing old
but we were growing young.

Holding hands with grew up together
while the world lost its patience

with our ways.

On forts built on the fields of our minds
we stood alone together

as the world went mad.

We took our swords and declared
with valiant bravado

our war.

For it was worth the fight!

Truth was drowning in a faceless crowd
chatting the end of right and wrong.

Beauty was confused for cynicism and honor
had lost its meaning.

We made our stand on the shadows
of giants.

For we were not alone.

All the saints from St. Pious V to
to Joan of Arc awaited at the gates

to make new what the world made old.

Caleb
GTG


The line in GK Chesterton poem in The Man Who Was Thursday that reads:

The world was old and ended: but you and I were gay;” 

The juxtaposition between the rambunctious energy of the youth and the tired and old false promises of the world hunted me ever since I first read this poem. It is a war that has been ranging since the fall of man, between the Good, the true and the beautiful and sin.

The other night this line pop again in my mind. Soon after I found myself writing the verses that made up these poor prose and my 100 post.

A Broken Memory

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A broken memory
far and lost

barely holding on.

For the though of what you lost
carries such a weight.

Memories fading
into a painful reminder

of what you left behind.

Yet you hope.

For the life in your eyes
to set fire to that that hold you

so tight.

Caleb
GTG


THANK YOU!

Today marks the one year anniversary since my first post: So it begins:

“He is a sane man who can have tragedy in his heart and comedy in his head.”

GK Chesterton
Tremendous Trifles

It has been a wonderful and exciting first year of blogging. I have been blessed of meeting so many great bloggers and be encourage by them.  Thank you for following and all the encouragement.

God Bless,

Caleb