Diary of a Wanderer

Tag: Poetry

  • Your story will change

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    Benjamin Nambu
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    One day your story will change You’ll take your rightful place It will happen like a dreamLike nothing you’ve ever seen Keep moving even when hope burns outThe resiliency within mustn’t be quenched Champions are not made in the gymChampions are baked in the heat Of the rough road with few travelers

  • True friends

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    Benjamin Nambu
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    Where do I goWhen I’m broke?How do I copeWhen I’m without hope?True friends have turned fakeTight bonds have grown coldWhen this dark hour turns brightI shall have                 Much to write                 Scores to settle                 Forgiveness to contemplate

  • Push

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    Benjamin Nambu
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    HopeThat things will get betterEven when you don’t see howPushFor changesNo matter how scary they may seemMusterEvery strength withinAnd go all out, go farYou see,A lot lies in our own handsYet we suffer for our indecisionsAnd blame everything elseExcept ourselvesWe live in closetsWith ideologies and perceptionsThat never get challengedGo outIt’s the unpleasant talksAnd uncomfortable criticismsThat…

  • Confused

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    Benjamin Nambu
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    Sometimes I’m confusedI do not knowif I’m on the right trackI’m temptedTo prune my wild selfSo I can fit into the pictureThat offends no oneThese wild shootsThey grow backAs soon as they’re cutIt’s scaryWalking aloneNo wonder so many voices get drownedIn the echoes of the masses

  • The inner compass

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    Benjamin Nambu
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    We’ve come farThough miles still lay aheadBut the view from here is beautifulThere are those who sayIt’s taken too long to arrive hereListening to such voicesHas never produced any progressShut your ears, look only aheadOne stride at a timeIt’s an unusual journeyWhy should those who won’t travel this pathDecide how we journey on it?Listen instead,…

  • We are our problems

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    Benjamin Nambu
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    When things do not go as we wishWe say, that perhapsWe’re harvesting the punishmentOf past sins sownYet how many timesDo we ever look backAnd seeHow our own immaturityHas plunged us into needless painWhen shall we stop and ponderOn how we are the causeOf our own problemsThat the real devil retarding our progressIs us?

  • Seasons are time-bound

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    Benjamin Nambu
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    Green fields, despite droughtsFields green entire townsDream big, despite doubtsBig dreams invite tauntsThis wound is time-boundSeasons are time-bound

  • Retreat

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    Benjamin Nambu
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    When birds go huntingThey return homeWhen the waves surgeThey retreatEven a straight treeMust bend in the windSometimes you must retreatIn what looks like defeatIn order to strike backAnd strike hard https://wp.me/paf3ao-klq

  • This storm

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    Benjamin Nambu
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    I’ve been defeated many timesI’ve learnt to take in blows silentlyI’ve leant to moan silentlyI’ve encountered so many lossesI’ve learnt to live on lessI’ve lived through wintery timesSeems I’ve become insensitive to coldI’m used to hearing bad newsI now look forward to themI’ve had good reasons to give upJust don’t know what keeps me goingAs…

  • One day they’ll understand

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    Benjamin Nambu
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    Outsiders do not understandThey’re quick to judgeQuick to pass commentsBut at this stage of my lifeI wear a hard shieldInsensitive to attacksInsensitive to criticismsNot bothered what they sayBehind me, and in my faceLiving my lifeDoing my jobLeaving my critics to do theirsI don’t see any conflictOne day they’ll understandIf only they’ll grow

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