Thanks for The Imagination

Going to some special trip or spending money without worries is an ambition. But for simple people, surviving the day fruitlessly regardless of so much effort, is enough for one great goal. With this, life can really be disheartening. Fortunately, there are always the better sides of things. We only need to open our eyes and heart.

My poem ‘Thanks for the Imagination’ is a four stanza poem. It contains the sum of 8 syllables in line one and four while the sum of 7 syllables in line two and three. There is an imperfect rhyming series at the first and third line in the first stanza – with the words ‘failed and cares’ but, with perfect alternating rhyming sequence with the rest of the poem.

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The first stanza is addressing man’s sarcasm in life being unjust. The second stanza is simply showing that even with all man’s failure, life goes on. The third one is addressing God’s wishes upon man. Finally, the fourth stanza is describing man’s acceptance with all the trials given to him.

Life can be unfair. Most of the time, we do not get what we deserve. But, God has plans for us – far better than we have in mind. And God has given us the capability to imagine and see things or circumstances beautifully and in a positive way.

At least…

Read my poem here

Make It Happen

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Day and night she prayed -

Solemnly, looked up above.

Still, she was ignored.

Maybe she should plead out loud?

She wanted to be an actress,

but, too shy to stand out bold. 

So, she stayed inside her fortress,

hoped for a clap from the world.

She sobbed and she wished,

begged faithfully and louder.

Pleas will be received,

she said her prayers longer.

Hence, poor girl’s prayers have been heard,

for her good daughter, God came.

He hoped for her to have courage,

make her first step for her dream.

© Phoenix Montoya @ June 6, 2011

'God helps those who help themselves.'

Sonnet 001

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More than once, I have questioned Your judgment.

Not a quiet child I am, but a fool.

How I stood humbly for Your assessment.

Once more, you took a rebel for a tool.

Never can I ever deserve Your love –

Your name, too sacred for my sinful mouth,

impure, undivine servant you will have,

filthy earth, who can never keep an oath.

Hence, patiently you waited for this child.

Not to grow wiser but, to see the truth;

To preserve audacity and not to hide;

And give compassion for those who are hurt:

Yet at times, this child, a coward servant.

Here You remain still, Your heart filled with trust.

(c) Phoenix Montoya @ October 2, 2010

'For the loving and forgiving Father'