Poetry From The Heart: 2018

Monday, November 26, 2018

I Wonder!

This world's a book of billions of stories,

Many of which may never be read:

Of all the pain, and all the glories,

And all that ever was done and said.

So amazing the tales of every kind!

I wonder what the author had in mind!

An anthology of lines in endless poetry,

Of awesome depth and flawless rhyme,

That have been penned through all of history,

And will be written till the end of time.

Such wondrous verse so subtly defined!

I wonder what the poet had in mind!

A magna opera of masterpiece creation,

So prodigious and beyond compare;

How awesome is the revelation

To the seeker who sees it everywhere!

Is everywhere so hard to find?

I wonder what the artist had in mind!

The designer's wisdom in the work displayed;

The percipience and the artistry:

Such amazing beauty, so well arrayed;

How astounding is this mystery!

Past, present and future, eternally divined:

I wonder what the creator had in mind!

Eric A Trott

22nd July 2018

An Ode to My Teachers

Why did I have to learn them all,

Those things beyond my ken?

And looking back I now recall

How this baffled me back then.

But reminiscing those wonder years

I’m now grateful to my teachers,

And I think of them with thankful tears

Recalling their benevolent features.

How they sedulously persevered,

Imparting every precept!

How they arduously endeavoured

To explain every concept!

Though there were times they did seem cruel

And at times a bit arbitrary,

That was usually when I broke a rule

And disciplining was necessary.

Yes, how they tirelessly laboured hard

To shape my tender mind!

As far ahead they looked toward

The future that I would find!

Their labour of love did prepare

My heart, mind, hands and feet

To stand my own and even dare

To face life’s bittersweet.

So, with a grateful heart do I salute

My teachers for their devotion,

And I write these lines as a tribute
To my teachers with heartfelt admiration.

Eric A Trott

6^th July 2018

Monday, October 15, 2018

A Genuine Need for Justice.

The words that remained unsaid

For the want of a listening ear,

And the thoughts within her head

Of memories of inexplicable fear.

Oh, the pain of a heart that's broken

And the guilt of a tormented soul:

As each callous word ill spoken

Does continue to take its toll.

And as she invents ways to conceal

The anguish that’s deep within,

Her exertions do only reveal

The scars from her tormentor’s sin.

How long can she carry a burden

That never was hers to bear?

Must she remain guilt-ridden

While her offender doesn’t care?

If she comes out and tells her story

Would they take her at her word?

Would justice win her victory

When her voice is finally heard?

What causes her trepidation

About speaking out aloud?

Is it not the intimidation

From a hostile, cynical crowd?

Friends, fathers, sons and brothers,

We cannot look the other way

As our sisters, daughters and mothers

To baseness would fall prey.

We just cannot remain callous

In the wake of gross injustice,

Nor must our apathy suppress

A genuine need for justice.

Eric A Trott

15th October 2018

Wednesday, August 15, 2018

Thursday, July 26, 2018

Thoughts and Poetry from the Soul

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Partridge India introduces Eric Trott, author of Thoughts and Poetry from the Soul.

What Poetry means to me

Whenever in life I am confronted with situations that overwhelm me and I find myself at a loss for words to adequately express my thoughts and emotions, I look deep within and it seems my soul starts to speak in a language of its own: a language of verse and rhyme that articulates my feelings beyond what I might have expressed by conscious effort. I imagine that poetry, like any form of art, is a communication of the soul and between souls. Someone once said, “A picture paints a thousand words.” Well, if that is true, then I guess a heartfelt poem can express what ten thousand words can, in just a hundred.

As a young man, I had great dreams of the future. Having already seen so much go horribly wrong with me and all around, I thought dreaming of better things was the way to make life better. But there was always the fear of what ill might suddenly happen. This fear was like a dark shadow that followed me wherever I went.

Now, looking back at the dreams I once had for my life, I realize that many of them never saw the light of day because I did not have a real hope on which to build them. I had very little to hope in and no one to even encourage me to hope. So, whenever I dreamed of good things, the dark lurking shadow was also there.

Opinions

In the current time and age, we are from all directions bombarded constantly with all kinds of ideas, ideologies and notions. Every person seems to have something to say about something or someone and is trying to make their voice heard above the noise. There are some who can shout louder than the rest and some who don’t stand a chance.

Whether politicians, religious leaders or social-activists, entrepreneurs or real-estate salespersons or someone you meet on the train, they all have a view and want you to hear it. What they have to say can be often hostile, unfriendly or plain intrusive to say the least. And even if not directed at us, we can at times find ourselves in the crossfire of opinions by virtue of our own personal stands or views.

Just thinking about this can be overwhelming. I wonder, should I too say something? If I do, will it only contribute to the already cacophonous commotion? Will I even be heard above it? Or, should I stay quiet instead and pray that wisdom will ultimately prevail, and that harmony and sanity will one day return to the world we live in?

More than meets the eye

There is truly more to life than meets the eye: You look around you and there is such a lot to experience and to observe that even a million lifetimes could not take it all in. And behind all that, is so much that the casual eye does not or cannot see, like what entails a day’s work for those countless people who make our lives comfortable: What are the stories, the joys and the sorrows of these unseen but so important souls? And how much do we take for granted all that we ought to be so grateful for?

Poetry From The Heart

Blessed indeed are those whose purpose in life inspires others to pursue theirs.