How bold can one be when left unchallenged?
Let he who is saintly, be first to chide
For arrogance lurks in the face of pride.
Let he who is sinless, be always right
For he has nirvana in plainest sight.
Let questions be posed and answers be shared
For he who has doubt is the least prepared
And one day a moment, seeking to win
Goodness prevails, but tastes bland, unlike sin.
Contentment and hope, what more can we ask
In strangers and loved ones and all who we are
Temptation abounds, and our one small task
To stay on our track, no matter how far.
Let those be the words that are now decreed;
Temptation is nothing, it’s love we need.
Saints Sonnet is a poem © Ms Moem 2012.
We mourn the loss of Whitney Houston;
Her voice, so crisp and strong.
She inspired a million melodies
And touched hearts with her song.
Born in August 1963
An icon; she was great.
But Whitney left us far too soon
Aged merely 48.
An international superstar;
A daughter and a mother.
She was simply incomparable;
There will never be another.
Her work is now a legacy
And her soul is deep within it.
Rest in peace dear Whitney;
Thanks for your music & your spirit!
Poem In Memory Of Whitney Houston is © Ms Moem 2012.
Hope is a poem © Ms Moem 2012.
If Only is a poem written by Ms Moem, taken from her paperback book, You & I.
After searching for a cover star
At last my new book is here.
It’s a collection of 60 poems;
A fab way to finish the year.
I hope you’ll read and love it;
I am proud of it through and through
Thank you for supporting me;
It is written, with love, for you!
You & I – A collection of 60 love poems.
Buy today £15, with free postage and packing.
A boy is born with passion and he wears it with a grin;
Forever his Mummy’s baby, his battle is always fought to win.
And yet, despite much courage, and unfaltering country pride,
He became a fallen soldier; joining the ranks of those who’ve died.
He stood up for our nation, where others fear to tread;
Entering into battle, where others are paralysed with dread.
He marched perpetually forward, with determination clear;
Master of his own destiny, yet sadly no longer here.
Comraderie and friendship were forged deep in the field
Whilst pure unrivalled terror was faced-up-to, as revealed.
Families at home receive the news in briefest form
And so we mourn our soldiers, who are not created, but born.
So to our fallen soldiers, thanks for everything you did;
You saw more in your lifetime, where others may have run and hid
Forever you’ll be remembered by your action and care for others
And now silently you watch us all, with dedication for your brothers.
Dedicated to the family of Cyrus (Jeremy Vine BBC Radio 2 07/11/11)