Theme: Fear

Within the Darkness

The darkness beckons, it calls to you,
With wordless whisper, it summons you.

To dare you to walk on waves of rage,
And to loose yourself in quakes of chaos,
Perhaps the seduction to abuse power,
Or to feast on harvests of blessed men.

The darkness beckons, it calls to you,
But within the whisper, it is lying to you.

- Larry Yap
 

Faith and Fear

To fear is not to faith,
Or had we forgotten
how it felt to beget faith?
How it feels to fear not?

O, we all know fear,
do we not, brothers?
He is a friend of souls
and a companion of men.

But he is a snake!
A cunning beast that
in every chance, strikes!
And kills our heart and soul!

But faith is not so,
Faith is a gentle creature.
It's hands we do not see,
but ever ready to help.

Yet we harden ourselves
and reject the healing.
His hands reach in vain
as we fall to fear instead.

How it feels to fear not,
how it felt to beget faith?
Have we forgotten
To faith is not to fear?

- Larry Yap

Theme: Prayer

Everyday

Everyday I reserve a little prayer for a special someone,
Everyday I reserve a little time for a prayer for you,
Everyday I learn that I do not always get what I want,
But God wants me to keep blessing until I am blessed.

- Larry


Grace of God

How do I sing in breathlessness
yet hear sounds of my whispering words?
How is it that my soul is empty
yet was able to give to the thirsty at heart?

By no ways but the grace of God.

How is it can strength be found
by the mortal and frail and shaken feet?
How is it can courage be drawn
by the beggar and lame without help?

By no ways but the grace of God.

How does a man conquer death
and see morrow's dawn fresh and anew?
How does a woman pray and fast
and remain vigilant in her every task?

Aye, by no ways but the grace of God.

- Larry Yap

Hi All

Hi, everyone, it's Larry here.

I've been keeping track of the number of views on my Blog and I have seen a consistent number of views for each post I write. Thanks for taking your time to read the simple things that are written here, I may not know you, but it's cool.

The motive of me writing these poems are mainly for personal expression. It's how I am able to explore creative writings with my own personality. It's a personal practice, and if there are any comments that you wish to drop off, feel free to do so. It also helps me to know that you guys are real, too. > <

Another reason to write is to show that it does not take very deep English to create poetry. Writing poems are like a hobby, really, and it requires training to develop a certain style of the poetry. If you are reading this right now, I encourage you - try writing a poem. Anything will do, and it does not even need to be in English.

Anyway, it's time to hit the sacs for me. Hope you guys continue to look forward for my works, and help me improve by constructive comments and communication. Thanks guys.

Cheers and good night.

"Tonight, I shall sleep - late."

Theme: Travels

A Traveling Man

Every road not taken is a turn not made
Every turn not made is a place not visited
Every place not visited is a culture not known
Every culture not known is a knowledge not found
Every knowledge not found is a mystery not discovered.

- Larry Yap


Mr. Hitchhiker

Thumbs up, a car is passing by,
He is going to paradise, so am I.
A shame I do not have a ride,
But I am never ashamed to beg for it.

Heads up, fuel is running out,
Time to pay the gentleman's price!
After all, he did help me out.
The least I can do is to help him, too.

Wake up, my hitchhiker friend,
Here's our stop! Oh wait - it's not?
Oh no, dear hitchhiker friend,
The paradise I know is not as you know!

Cheer up, dear good Samaritan,
We have come a long way now, have we?
Let us enjoy this paradise for now,
Maybe the next one you can join me, too.

- Larry Yap


The Final Destination

One can travel the seven seas
But find no place that he calls home;
And visit the seven wonders
But find no place to rest his soul.

One can see no love nor care

But finds a place to lay his head;

Or finds nothing but despair

But has place for his heart to rest.

One can read and not understand

But achieve greater than most men;

Or be named by fame or wisdom

But achieve nothing known to man.

One can be a man or a woman

But they start at the same location;

Or they can poor or even rich

But change the world with a passion.

- Larry Yap

Game of Kings

The pawn goes first,
He sets the example,
Or is it that he will be made example of?
He knows not whether his return is promised,
Or is the end of the line in the middle of battle.

The knight stomps forth,
His presence ever known,
A thunder of metal hoofs and plate armor.
He welcomes his foe in battle for a challenge,
While others fear and cower he stands unshaken.

The rook holds ground,
He guards without rest,
Or maybe his oath tolerates no rest?
His hammer is ready and trained to strike,
Like a fortress he defends like one he protects.

The priest stays back,
While all goes to war,
He made himself like a symbol of providence.
Who but he can bestow holy fervor and speech,
And he alone can smite by his spoken words.

The queen looks on,
She sees every move,
Or she watched by eyes of another like her?
She exchanges the freedom of dying pawns,
In return for a victory of one bloody war.

The king commands,
Lord of the battlefield,
His pride is in the sword and the crown.
Will he return home tonight no one knows,
But what joy it will bring if he does return.

- Larry Yap