The Alstroemeria whispers
To the sprouting stem of thorns
Look how I blossom
The Rose mutely announced
"The end is a solace
To the beginning"

I'm a star in the light
I hear my name being chanted in the hall of fame
Giving way for pride and ego
To rise along the way

I'm a star that's alright
Walking the Isle of fame is my right
I do what I do, it's my pride
Why I do what I do?
I'll tell you why.

I do it for the love
Not for the fame
I do it for a course
Not to play some game
I do it to put smiles on your face

I do it to teach lessons
Not to mock masses
I do it for our stars
Who let fame into their pride
And now lost unto which cause they fight
I do it to preach the gospel
And not to insult people
I do it to build others from the interior
And not to feel superior

With all this being my pride
I do it to keep sane
In this large hall of fame.

God created the world in seven days
Six actually, the day he created a spectacular being (you)
In five ways will God bless you
And the four Seasons never fail to favour you
The three recipe for living (knowledge, wisdom and understanding) will always be with you
With two lines left to tell you what I want to tell you
I tell you one thing

Thanks for appreciating my poetry and I

Here they Sit
Like the Wizard Behind the Curtain
Hitting a Poetry Writing App
And Hoping for a Strike
True Angler
Throwing out a Line
In Whatever Form
Possible