Each Day of Life Brings Its Own Special Gifts From the Hand of God

To those who considered life as a gift will be able to find a lot more each passing day for as long as they live. Of course, life is not always going to be an easy ride and there are days when the hurdles on the road seem like too huge for us to overcome. … Continue reading Each Day of Life Brings Its Own Special Gifts From the Hand of God

In the Midst Of A Crisis, We Can Find Comfort, Strength, Hope, And Enlightenment In the Words Of God

If God exists, why does He allow suffering? Is it wrong to ask why God allows all the troubles and sufferings in the world? The prophet Habakkuk had one time asked God: “Why do you make me witness wrongdoing? And why do you tolerate oppression? Why are destruction and violence before me? And why do … Continue reading In the Midst Of A Crisis, We Can Find Comfort, Strength, Hope, And Enlightenment In the Words Of God

Chasing A Butterfly by Napoleon Nalcot

Lost in the storm of your embrace I sought to hold you in any way I could to feel the warmth of your touch In what seemed a savage gesture. You belonged to me: the spell you wove about me enmeshed me like a spider’s web. I could tell from the way our fiery lips … Continue reading Chasing A Butterfly by Napoleon Nalcot

The Gates of Hell by Napoleon Nalcot

“We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell.”― Oscar Wilde Gone are the Gates of Hell published-- A flaw it was, indeed; But someone thinks what he had wished: The hell that he has made. So much for telling truths and lies And deep imaginings; The Gates of Hell seen … Continue reading The Gates of Hell by Napoleon Nalcot

If I Could Write You A Poem by Napoleon Nalcot

If I could write you a poem It must be short and simple; Why bother making it long? When few words could say it all If I could give you something, It must be love--heart and soul; For what’s more than I could give? I’ll be giving you my all If I could sing you … Continue reading If I Could Write You A Poem by Napoleon Nalcot

Three Poems by Napoleon Nalcot

False Alarm Everyone at 360 degrees bent for reflex. Diameter: 143.5 mm. So this was why the rounder it gets, the more it Morphed into a sleek of dark oceans Like a perfect dose of buoyancy Someone’s plotting circumference. There we scout some vistas, clockwise And in a graceful turn Twice the stabilized Virtually opposite … Continue reading Three Poems by Napoleon Nalcot

Still Life with A Flower Vase

It grows and spread out quickly and the color may drift when no one is looking. The rule is: to not be confused between seeing a particular thing from a particular point of time and finding something from what you saw out of that particular thing. Behind the lids, is a visual flow for us … Continue reading Still Life with A Flower Vase

Ode To the Ephemeral by Napoleon Nalcot

Time moves in one direction, memory in another. —William Gibson Traversing the expanses that divide us I have waited long enough on the length Of what is to be seen across Like it was wrong to avoid, and Reason, and worry, grinned. What lingers on and winds away I don’t care again To bother with a … Continue reading Ode To the Ephemeral by Napoleon Nalcot