Strokes Of Passion

A small poem collection available on Wattpad

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Strokes of Passion‘ – A small poetry collection by Haunting Angel

Hi everyone,

How’s everyone doing? 🙂

Thank you so much for all the support and love you’ve given my poetry so far. This was a long time coming but I’m so happy it’s finally here. I’ve decided to gather up a handful of poems from what I’ve posted on this blog so far and put it in a Wattpad book for those of you who prefer that platform. I have arranged these poems into a thematic series that explores the ups and downs between losing one’s voice and the triumph of finding the creative power within.

From wingless birds to creative masters – voices can be silenced but there is nothing that can stop wild imagination when it strikes.

You’ve all been wonderful people and I don’t think I would have the guts to do this without your enthusiasm. So thank you once again and please enjoy. There will be more to come so please follow and stay tuned for more updates.

God bless and have a nice day!

Yours truly,
Angel

Cover photo credits: ‘Garden of Memories‘ by William Cho is part of this derivative work called ‘Strokes of Passion (Cover)’ used under CC BY 2.0. The other photos used in this work were in public domain and required no attribution.

The Hermit Crab

An Interesting Introvert

Very recently, I came upon a creature with an interesting story to tell and inspiration struck. This creature was none other than the hermit crab.

While many other creatures on the beaches and swamps seem boasted about not needing a shell, this interesting creature enjoyed carrying his little corner of solitude around with him. He’s a real introvert, a little shy about coming out, but he’s happy. (Who knows, maybe he’s writing a book in there. Haha. Shh….)

If he can be happy the way he is, what does that say about the other introverts out there then? Who’s to say they have to leave their shells?

Photo credit: “{unidentified} hermit crab – Ko Lipe / Thailand” by Rushen used under CC BY-SA 2.0

Silence In The Trees

“What Do You Hear?”

Around the neighbourhood
Birds perched up on the trees
Silent, still they stood
It caused me some unease

“Why do you not sing?”
I asked one in colour green
“It’s the early morning,
I brought you your favourite bean.”

Though he was suspicious,
The bird could not resist
He perched himself on my hand,
Delivered me the gist

“Why do we have a voice
When none can say a word
Without the fear of wrong
Or being overheard?

“Make-believe or truth,
A falsehood or a lie,
Offend the silence in the wind,
and we might never fly.”

Before he could have finished,
A dreadful sight deterred,
Falling from the tree above
Was a wingless bird

Photo credit: This work, ‘Silence In The Trees (Cover)’, is a derivative of ‘Birds‘ by Orangeaurochs used under CC BY 2.0.

Honouring The Departed

QingMing Festival 2018

Paper money, paper house
Paper gold and paper blouse
Burn them for ancestors dear
Dead but somehow always near

Photo: A large Chinese cemetery located on a hill near Choa Chu Kang, Singapore.
Photo credits: ‘Garden of Memories‘ by William Cho used under CC BY-SA 2.0

 

Hope From The Grave

The Lord has risen. Happy Easter 2018 🙂

At the Sabbath’s end,
In the early dawn
A great earthquake shook
In the early morn

Down, an angel came
Rolled the stone away
The tomb which once sealed
Now empty for display

The tomb keepers trembled,
Fell down like dead men,
Who knows if they ever
Got up again

The angel spoke clear
“Fear not,” he said
“Christ whom you seek
Has risen from the dead”

Photo credit: “Easter Morning 07” by Waiting For The Word used under CC BY

 

The Lord Provides

In the cold silence of the night
A single boat floats out to sea
The moon glows full and bright
So it’s not so hard to see

A man casts his net down
And prays for fish aplenty,
Then the water yields a mighty catch
Counting more than twenty

Soon, the waves begin to echo
The seabirds begin to cry
It’s time to make his journey home
Where the land is dry

He pulls his loaded boat to shore
To meets his wife’s embrace,
Then he takes the fishes up the path
To the marketplace

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This poem was submitted as an entry for the Word Play – March 2018 Contest on Wattpad. It is a fun poetry contest organized by the Poets Pub. If you liked it, please give it a vote on the contest page and don’t forget to support the other poems there that you like.

If anyone is interested in participating, the contest is open for submissions until March 31st 2018. It is completely free. Thank you and have a good day. 🙂