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The King and Us
You are the master
Sitting on your throne
Gloating on your fame and fortune
Your appetite for praise insatiable
The humble servants present
Watch you with tentative eyes
Have to praise you when the wisdom says otherwise
Cannot understand justice for the imbalance
The court jester is in his element
Cracks a few smart jokes in awe
Writes a few odes to boost your ego
Recites them to your heart’s content
Attention, attention I am here
I am the King, I own this kingdom
I am the Ruler and you the applauders
I am the Master and you the servants
We cannot miss your presence, Sir
We know who you are
Our obedience to you is the silence in our hearts
You are the fool on the hill and we the wise.
Sitting on your throne
Gloating on your fame and fortune
Your appetite for praise insatiable
The humble servants present
Watch you with tentative eyes
Have to praise you when the wisdom says otherwise
Cannot understand justice for the imbalance
The court jester is in his element
Cracks a few smart jokes in awe
Writes a few odes to boost your ego
Recites them to your heart’s content
Attention, attention I am here
I am the King, I own this kingdom
I am the Ruler and you the applauders
I am the Master and you the servants
We cannot miss your presence, Sir
We know who you are
Our obedience to you is the silence in our hearts
You are the fool on the hill and we the wise.
Doha, November 2014
Copyright © Pepi Martin
Fabric of Society
Fabric of society is a woven reality
At times it can be very sobering
I try to feel the texture
This tactile tapestry is of a mixed nature
Threads gold and silver,
cotton and silk, nylon and wool
Many yarns are fed to people
They are not white lies my friends
As an onlooker, I’m trying to comprehend it all
Who are the masterminds and the designers?
No doubt they are the Big Boys and the Sharks
I see them as Ironmen busy amassing fortunes
Empathy and compassion non-existent
Empires built on greed and ruthlessness
The illusionists think they are the untouchables
This is the bubble they live in, bubbles burst
Those with knowledge of physics, no doubt, are aware of Newton’s laws of motion
and also know that “What goes around, comes around”
Killing and destructions to no end
This is reality of life these days
At times mighty nature shows its power
You are caught by surprise and it irks you deeply
You should realize that you are just small particles
We are mortals hence while here let’s be good and kind.
At times it can be very sobering
I try to feel the texture
This tactile tapestry is of a mixed nature
Threads gold and silver,
cotton and silk, nylon and wool
Many yarns are fed to people
They are not white lies my friends
As an onlooker, I’m trying to comprehend it all
Who are the masterminds and the designers?
No doubt they are the Big Boys and the Sharks
I see them as Ironmen busy amassing fortunes
Empathy and compassion non-existent
Empires built on greed and ruthlessness
The illusionists think they are the untouchables
This is the bubble they live in, bubbles burst
Those with knowledge of physics, no doubt, are aware of Newton’s laws of motion
and also know that “What goes around, comes around”
Killing and destructions to no end
This is reality of life these days
At times mighty nature shows its power
You are caught by surprise and it irks you deeply
You should realize that you are just small particles
We are mortals hence while here let’s be good and kind.
Doha, November 2014
Copyright © Pepi Martin
Expectations
You call it desires
I call it wishes and dreams
It’s part of human nature
And I have a few
The objectives in life
can be big or small
They motivate and keep one on one’s toes
The spectrum is broadened, inevitably
Life has taught me not to worry in advance
Worries are like inviting clouds to one’s mind
And with clouds there comes the rain
That, we do not want
Oftentimes I wonder with my spiritual mind
Why I was not named “Patience”
It is rather dated, like my name “Peproneh”
but then you have to live with it to the Z.
I call it wishes and dreams
It’s part of human nature
And I have a few
The objectives in life
can be big or small
They motivate and keep one on one’s toes
The spectrum is broadened, inevitably
Life has taught me not to worry in advance
Worries are like inviting clouds to one’s mind
And with clouds there comes the rain
That, we do not want
Oftentimes I wonder with my spiritual mind
Why I was not named “Patience”
It is rather dated, like my name “Peproneh”
but then you have to live with it to the Z.
Doha, August 2014
Copyright © Pepi Martin
No Belfries
Where I live there are no belfries
hence no echoes of church bells
Domes with no crosses atop
Sundays are like any other day
Minarets with resolutions and
domes adorned with crescent moon atop
Muezzin’s call to the prayer travels
either with breeze or sucked in the arid air
I miss lighting candles and
inhaling the sweet and divine scent of frankincense
in a church no matter how small
and seeing some familiar faces
To comfort myself while here and now
I think of the day
when I will go to the adopted town
which I call home
By the sea it is, blue sky and the sun
Belfries and minarets stand next to one in unison
The mountains and forest not so far
Churches and monasteries pebbled everywhere
There are two mosques with minarets
in this town of ours.
hence no echoes of church bells
Domes with no crosses atop
Sundays are like any other day
Minarets with resolutions and
domes adorned with crescent moon atop
Muezzin’s call to the prayer travels
either with breeze or sucked in the arid air
I miss lighting candles and
inhaling the sweet and divine scent of frankincense
in a church no matter how small
and seeing some familiar faces
To comfort myself while here and now
I think of the day
when I will go to the adopted town
which I call home
By the sea it is, blue sky and the sun
Belfries and minarets stand next to one in unison
The mountains and forest not so far
Churches and monasteries pebbled everywhere
There are two mosques with minarets
in this town of ours.
Doha, July 2014
Copyright © Pepi Martin
Stepping Stones
Fear no more, let it be an object of the past
Take big strides with no space for doubts
It is a road that you have to traverse
There is no room for fear or hurdles
Your road is paved with stepping stones
Each stepping stone a mirror of hardships
These are your struggles and achievements
Head high, saunter towards your goal
Your destination lies ahead
There is lambent light in the starry night
There is hope, light and love
The long awaited break is there
Soon there will be here and now
Smile on your face
Thank the Lord
for who and what are in your life,
and likewise who you are
All these blessings in one.
Take big strides with no space for doubts
It is a road that you have to traverse
There is no room for fear or hurdles
Your road is paved with stepping stones
Each stepping stone a mirror of hardships
These are your struggles and achievements
Head high, saunter towards your goal
Your destination lies ahead
There is lambent light in the starry night
There is hope, light and love
The long awaited break is there
Soon there will be here and now
Smile on your face
Thank the Lord
for who and what are in your life,
and likewise who you are
All these blessings in one.
Doha, June 2014
Copyright © Pepi Martin
Lady Luck
Promise that turns into a denial is
like a worthless token
A treaty written on a tablet of ice
that melts away, leaving only a stain behind
No ethics, no honour, just talk
The cheat believes his lies are truths
They become the realities of his life
These facts are in his kingdom of fable
You don’t have a part in this farcical play
Your realm is of the purest
A lesson learned for good
Stronger inside hence infrangible
One day soon Lady Luck
will be knocking at your door
Your prayer has been answered
Hope: the shimmering light in your heart
Nurture that eternal glow therein.
like a worthless token
A treaty written on a tablet of ice
that melts away, leaving only a stain behind
No ethics, no honour, just talk
The cheat believes his lies are truths
They become the realities of his life
These facts are in his kingdom of fable
You don’t have a part in this farcical play
Your realm is of the purest
A lesson learned for good
Stronger inside hence infrangible
One day soon Lady Luck
will be knocking at your door
Your prayer has been answered
Hope: the shimmering light in your heart
Nurture that eternal glow therein.
Doha, April 2014
Copyright © Pepi Martin
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