Whispers -A Poetry Offering by Dr. Harry CD

Whispers 

This title reflects the intimate, spiritual essence of my poetry, rooted in personal experiences and interactions with the Almighty. It conveys a sense of sacred communication and introspection, perfectly aligning with the themes I explore.

Dr. Harry CD- A Pilgrim

The Price of a Man

I ventured forth to the bustling mall,
Seeking a treasure to enthrall.
A rare delight that caught my eye,
I bought it, my spirits soaring high.

In my drawing room, it took its place,
Chosen for beauty, color, and grace.
Its fragrance danced, my soul it stirred,
Precious to me, without a word.

In my hands, I cradled it near,
Pampered and shielded, free from fear.
But time revealed a changing hue,
I whispered softly, "Evolving, too."

Its fragrance waned, the breeze to blame,
Naivety cloaked my fleeting shame.
Distortion grew before my eyes,
My heart succumbed to bitter cries.

Cheated, betrayed, I wept, undone,
The treasure I loved had come undone.
It wasn't the prize I had planned,
For I had bought an animate man.

The Two Voices Within

Count your flaws, your imperfections deep,
Have you pondered why your soul does weep?
Why were you born with this design,
To tread a path both dark and divine?

How many hearts have you left in pain,
With bias, coercion, your ill-gotten gain?
Whispers of slander, betrayal's sting,
What shadows trail where your actions cling?

For every soul holds voices two:
One is self, a reflection of you.
An embodiment of desires, your mirrored part,
The other, God's conscience, the selfless heart.

One speaks of want, of pride, of fear,
The other whispers, kind and clear.
Choose your guide, your life's refrain,
And seek the light through love's domain.

The Ocean's Dance

At the ocean of my expectation wide,
Came trembling boats of hope to bide.
But storms arose, fierce and strong,
Plunging my dreams where they don’t belong.

How can I sing a joyful refrain,
When hope is lost, drowned in pain?
The shore I sought, so near, so true,
Was swept away by pride I knew.

The boat swayed gently, nature's grace,
Yet I stood firm, pride in place.
It danced, unbound, to the ocean's tune,
While I, unmoved, faced pride's monsoon.

How is it, then, I failed to sway,
To the rhythm of life, its fleeting ballet?
For pride is brittle, and nature's vast,
And only those who yield can outlast.