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Thine

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Thine are the words that wake the flowers
Thine are the tears that make the dew
Thine is the touch that overpowers
Thine is the laugh that makes sound new

Thine are the eyes that take possession
Of every fibre that is mine own
Thine are the ears that shake confession
From this humble heart to thy thrown

If by this sweet declaration
I do lose the love I sought
All I knew of love’s salvation
Is rounded here to less than nought

Troydon Wainwright

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Complexities

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Complexities
Complexities are simplicities compounded
Layered reasons, paper-thin,
Folded into reams,
Stacked on top of each other
A billion simplicities
Interconnected and throbbing
To know one is to glimpse all
To gaze down the marrow chamber of its spine

Fate’s Music
Fate plays all of us to a tune we don’t know
Thou at times we dance to its beat
But who prey tell is the conductor
Is it us with our dreams
And songs in our heads
Or does destiny make
The music that moves us
Are we improvising
Or is it written
I would wager both are on stage
That we are at our best when in harmony
Only these things are certain
We are not alone in this orchestra
We all have our diminuendos and crescendos
We all lend our strains to the symphony
And the curtain falls on us all

Through darkness
How deep was the darkness that enveloped me
And for years of youth was all to see
How much hurt and scorn can a boy take
And what kind of man do they make

Yet all the innocence lost, never to return
Set a blaze in me a fire to learn

Once it drove me to be the best
Now I lay that ghost to rest
I have nothing to prove,
My life has shown
Out of the dirt an oak has grown

Though at times afraid
I shan’t yield to the frightening
The darker the clouds
The brighter the lightening

Should the darkness impinge once more
It will find me as it did before

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Biography

Troydon Wainwright started writing in his late teens to compensate for his dyslexia. Since words were his weakness, he figured, he would work on them until they became his strength.

He’s written a novel that he is currently seeking publication for and a bunch of short stories. He hopes in time to become a professional writer. At present, he works as a facilitator to a disabled student.
He also reads his own poems at various open mic poetry events around Cape Town.

Awards:
1st in Easter Province Inter Schools Sign Writing Contest 1995
3rd SFSA’s Nova Short Story Contest 2009
Runner up in ZigZag’s Surf Magazine’s Reader’s Story 2011

Troydon Wainwright

Biography

Troydon Wainwright started writing in his late teens to compensate for his dyslexia. Since words were his weakness, he figured, he would work on them until they became his strength.

He’s written a novel that he is currently seeking publication for and a bunch of short stories. He hopes in time to become a professional writer. At present, he works as a facilitator to a disabled student.
He also reads his own poems at various open mic poetry events around Cape Town.

Awards:
1st in Easter Province Inter Schools Sign Writing Contest 1995
3rd SFSA’s Nova Short Story Contest 2009
Runner up in ZigZag’s Surf Magazine’s Reader’s Story 2011

Thine

Enlarge poem

Thine are the words that wake the flowers
Thine are the tears that make the dew
Thine is the touch that overpowers
Thine is the laugh that makes sound new

Thine are the eyes that take possession
Of every fibre that is mine own
Thine are the ears that shake confession
From this humble heart to thy thrown

If by this sweet declaration
I do lose the love I sought
All I knew of love’s salvation
Is rounded here to less than nought

Featured Poem:

Complexities

Enlarge poem

Complexities
Complexities are simplicities compounded
Layered reasons, paper-thin,
Folded into reams,
Stacked on top of each other
A billion simplicities
Interconnected and throbbing
To know one is to glimpse all
To gaze down the marrow chamber of its spine

Fate’s Music
Fate plays all of us to a tune we don’t know
Thou at times we dance to its beat
But who prey tell is the conductor
Is it us with our dreams
And songs in our heads
Or does destiny make
The music that moves us
Are we improvising
Or is it written
I would wager both are on stage
That we are at our best when in harmony
Only these things are certain
We are not alone in this orchestra
We all have our diminuendos and crescendos
We all lend our strains to the symphony
And the curtain falls on us all

Through darkness
How deep was the darkness that enveloped me
And for years of youth was all to see
How much hurt and scorn can a boy take
And what kind of man do they make

Yet all the innocence lost, never to return
Set a blaze in me a fire to learn

Once it drove me to be the best
Now I lay that ghost to rest
I have nothing to prove,
My life has shown
Out of the dirt an oak has grown

Though at times afraid
I shan’t yield to the frightening
The darker the clouds
The brighter the lightening

Should the darkness impinge once more
It will find me as it did before

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (0)
  • Pride (1)
  • Optimism (0)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (1)
  • Inspiration (1)
  • Reflection (2)
  • Captivation (0)
  • Peace (0)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (0)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (0)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (1)

Thine

Enlarge poem

Thine are the words that wake the flowers
Thine are the tears that make the dew
Thine is the touch that overpowers
Thine is the laugh that makes sound new

Thine are the eyes that take possession
Of every fibre that is mine own
Thine are the ears that shake confession
From this humble heart to thy thrown

If by this sweet declaration
I do lose the love I sought
All I knew of love’s salvation
Is rounded here to less than nought

Comments

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