My Poems

I write poems, sporadically. I average about 6 poems per year. Growing up in Tamil Nadu; I never imagined, one day I would enjoy crafting poems. Poems were boring, not worth my time.

Perhaps, you might think the same?
Poems help you reflect and capture experiences of your life.

How I started writing Poems?
My Journey in writing poetry started in 2014. One Evening; I was walking to campus to meet a friend. We planned to have dinner at the dining hall.
My experience walking to campus was rich, stirring, vivid and memorable. I decided to capture the memory through poetry. Thus, I started my journey to write poetry. I write about places, people, philosophy. I try to keep them simple.

I keep updating them
Read them and Enjoy!

  • Oct 27, 2018

  • The Ignatian from Loyola:




    Loyola was like every man.
    His pride was to make a name for himself.
    Oh, how?
    How different are you?

    Wounded,
    Wounded after a battle,
    He fell, lost his hope in life.
    Walk, He walked limping.
    Shame, yet he brought the highest honour.

    Paralyzed, he was hopeless.
    Unexpectedly, he read Francis of Assisi

    My King rescued him.
    Rescued him from himself.
    How?
    He asked him in his life.
    Would you ask my King into your life?
    He brought the highest honour to himself.
    Through my King…
    Through my King…

    Five centuries later,
    Wakes up to follow…..
    With motto,  
    “Perinde ac Cadaver…..”
    “Perinde ac Cadaver….. “

    Comments: I wrote this after understanding the impact of Ignatius of Loyola

    Author: Rick Sam 
    
Date: Oct 27, 2018

    © You may not use it without the author's permission.
  • July 16, 2018

  • Descartes: On and On He Flew




    On a Bright day………
    Bubbly, Extroverted, Descartes lands in a new country.
    Mingles with everyone,
    Happy, Joyful.
    Yet — constrained by circumstances, confused by others.

    Meeting everyone from evergreen state
    to the city of dreaming spires.
    Yet, none knowing Descartes.

    Suddenly — tragedy, death felt like a sting.

    On and On, He Flew Around,
    Frantic, Frantic,
    Caught between Two Worlds
    To find hope.

    His bearded general shaming him,
    Losing his face,
    None understanding him,
    The final day; showing up,
    He left, he left with shame.
    Yet, his King in his life.

    Author: Rick Rejeleene
    Wrote: July 16, 2018.

    My first poem this year. I came across how Descartes bled to death in Descartes's Secret Notebook by Amir D. Aczel. Descartes was in Swedish court and influenced the young Princess . She left Sweden to Rome. However, these are my own reflections on life. Poetry is taken as metaphor and to be imagined.



  • Dec 31, 2017

  • My Diamond



    My Diamond:

    My King is like a Diamond.
    Like a Diamond, Like a Diamond.
    As a Diamond is precious in history,
    Precious to Men.

    How Precious is my King?
    My King is more precious than a Diamond.
    When you and I make him more precious,
    He shines with Love, Peace, Joy, Self-Control.

    Will you make him Precious this year?_

    Yet my heart flees from him.
    My King awaits, awaits for me to embrace him.
    He wants me to make him more precious.

    My only Precious… My only Precious…
    Precious more than a Diamond.
    My King, My King.

    Author: Rick Sam
    Wrote: Dec 31, 2017, Ambassador Track, Baltimore.
    Wrote this as a challenge from Jairam for 2018 to keep my King
    as my Diamond in my life.
    Thank you — Zeke, Mohan, Kevin Niemen, Rachel Dass,
    Emily, Lauren Davy, Erica, Ricky Stevens, Chandler, Alex,
    Daisy, Harts, Dean

  • November 30, 2017

  • Augustine loves...




    With little charm, Augustine was seeking fun,
    With gaiety walk, Augustine was seeking to be cool,
    Abruptly on a cloudy day, Augustine was confronted.
    Confronted with this brokenness,
    On a snowy day, His King arrived.
    Arrived as the Spirit of God into him.
    Arrived as he invited him to take over.
    Swiftly, Augustine was adopted in his King’s family.
    Growing slowly into the image of his King.
    Growing in his thirst for Knowledge,
    Growing in his thirst for Learning.
    Augustine loves reading…..
    Augustine loves reading……
    In the Memory of my love for my King, who imparted
    me the last lines of this poem.

    Author: Rick Sam 
    
Date: Nov 30, 2017

    ©You may not use it without the author's permission.

    Comments: Wrote to celebrate my love for the last two lines
    in this poem.
  • April 21, 2017


  • Sandwich
    I decided to write this to make a poem funny.



    Sandwich –– All we need is bread.
    Bread with Lox
    Bread with Chive
    Mix it up. Mix it up.
    Grab and Go

    Go, Go, Go.
    Go go go with one Sandwich
    Go go go two pieces of bread.
    Out of Time?
    Out of Time?

    Sandwich to the rescue,
    Munch, Much, Munch.
    Mix it up, Mix it up
    With Ranch,
    Throw some Onions & Lettuce,
    Mix it up, Mix it up.

    Nom, Nom, Nom....


    Author: Rick Sam
    Date: April 21, 2017
    © You may not use it without the author's permission.
    Comments: Written after having a fun conversation with Allie Schrader
    and Joe Schrader, Sue Diaz Hart, Britta Hart, Christopher Hart, Annie Cecil


  • April 8, 2017


  • Honor and Shame



    Honor, Honor, Honor is what you seek.
    To save your face,
    To save your face,
    From failure, from losing face.

    Honor, Honor, Honor is what you seek,
    Honor, Honor from your parents,
    Honor, Honor to look good,
    Yet, deep inside you know -- It's flimsy.

    Shame, Shame is what you instill,
    On and On the same cycle for generations.
    Not Pausing, and asking -- Why?

    Avoiding, Avoiding Shame,
    Every Decision follows from,
    How you look in front of people,
    Self-interest is what you lack,
    Self-interest is what you ought to pursue,

    Debate is disharmony,
    Debate shames your face,
    Seeking Truth is not your concern,
    To Lose Face is to lose your soul,
    To Lose Face is to lose your essence,

    Yet, My KING lost his face for you,
    Yet, My KING was shamed for you,
    Shamed in Death, suffering for you,

    For Eternal Honor,
    For Eternal Glory,
    MY KING, Make Him your KING.


    Wrote: In the Inspirition of Jackson Wu, Mr.and Mrs. White, Annie Cecil
    Saving God's face, Honor/Shame.
    Keywords: Guanzi, Mianzi, Lian

    Author: Rick Sam
    Date: April 08, 2017
    © You may not use it without the author's permission.


  • 1 January 2017

    Flow of Time



    The Flow of Time
    Oh time, you flow
    But where do you start?
    Puzzle, Puzzle and Paradox
    To think of you

    Oh time, you are flowing,
    But where are you flowing us towards?
    Maybe towards darkness.
    Maybe towards light.

    Oh time, oh time.....
    How you flow?
    Why you flow?
    Only MY KING knows it.

    Author: Rick Sam
    Date: Jan 1, 2017
    Comments: Wrote in the Inspirition of John Achilles
    © You may not use it without the author's permission.


  • 6 December 2016

    John and Abigail Adams



    John, the New Englander travels,
    Travels with all his books,
    His first sight of Abigail -–nonchalant;
    Gently, back to his books.

    John, the New Englander gazes,
    Gazes into Abigail's brown eyes,
    Oops, He forgets himself,
    Oops, He falls for Abigail's eyes.
    Abigail–– a swarthy Omaha princess.

    Admiration –– He forgets his books.
    Attention –– He seeks.
    Suddenly, realizing his own enchantment,
    Abigail quips John as a "Scholar"
    John chuckles inside, thanking his King.

    Wishing to meet, John requests Abigail.
    Abigail misconstrues John.
    John sighs –– Abigail around, John reluctant to be close by,
    Gently reminding himself of his King.

    John delights in Abigail's Joy.
    Abigail's Joy in music,
    Abigail's leisure in Hammock.
    Musing Abigail's ravishing brown eyes,
    Chuckles, thinking if Abigail thinks of John.

    Days passing by –– Time to leave.
    John thanks Abigail for her King,
    Leaving, not knowing where.
    Musing of Abigail
    Musing.......


    Comments: Wrote this in the Inspirition of John and Abigail adams.
    Letters from John adams to Abigail adams. Thank you reading.
    © You may not use it without the author's permission.


  • 5 May 2016

    The Rose


    The ROSE –– exhilarating.
    Reflecting His beauty,
    Al though, passerby not noticing,
    Day after day,
    Attention –– Will you give?
    Will you?

    It's Beauty beams unreserved,
    Beams like my KING.
    Even when our hearts don't give attention to Him.
    His Grace remains firm....
    His Grace remains firm.....
    My KING.

    May 27, 2016
    Author: Rick
    Comments: Wrote for MY KING.
    © You may not use it without the author's permission.



  • 14 April 2016

    In a Lovely Night



    In a Lovely Night
    In a Lovely night, He walks to the woods,
    Under the Glimmer of the Moon –– Pauses.
    Pauses, his walk.
    Pauses, his thoughts.

    He reflects his walk to the woods,
    He reflects his thoughts –– Swiftly,
    Swiftly, He sees his shining heart.
    Swiftly, His heart is ready to pour out love to all,
    Swiftly, Transformed from a wretched filth.

    But how, He asks?
    Oh, His heart screams of his KING.
    His KING, Who poured out his radical love –– Transformed
    By His King...........
    For His King he lives.........

    April 14, 2016
    Author: Rick
    Comments: Wrote this in the Inspirition of conversation with Him.

    © You may not use it without the author's permission.


  • 7 January 2016

    Theodore Roosevelt and Alice Lee



    Theodore Roosevelt & Alice Lee


    On a new morning,
    By the Lone Star State,
    Roosevelt met Alice,
    Bewitched by her pulchritude,
    Roosevelt entangled by her spell,

    A spell deep as oceans,
    Which Alice did not know,
    Roosevelt anticipating Alice.....

    All but in Vain,
    Stricken and Languish,
    Days Later renouncing the spell,

    Renouncing the spell from his King,
    Only to Look at his King's glory,
    Only to Take refuge under his King's righteousness,
    Woe to Roosevelt......
    Woe to Roosevelt.....


    Author: Rick
    Date: Jan 7, 2016
    Comment: Wrote as a memoir of conversations with Craig Henderson.
    © You may not use it without the author's permission.


  • 3 January 2016

    Folly -- Man has become



    Theodore Roosevelt & Alice Lee


    Folly, The modern man has become,
    Closed–– inside a Prison,
    Vanity, The modern world is traveling towards,
    Busy –– He is living in this prison.

    Living –– Inside the prison,
    Explaining –– the bars of prison,
    Figuring out the details of this prison,
    Knowing –– He could contemplate things outside the four walls,
    But, absent in asking –– Why?

    This Prisoner of darkness,
    Bounded by chains of prison,
    Swiftly –– My King arrives to rescue [him] from darkness,
    Snatches, the captive from Darkness to Light,
    Fame –– for My King.
    ––Post Tenebrous Lux–––


    Jan 3, 2016
    Author: Rick,
    Comments: In the Inspirition of my hike with John Mulligan.

    © You may not use it without the author's permission.


  • 11 November 2015

    My King



    The King, Majestic of all.
    Irrevocable in Love,
    Purest in essence,
    Fathomless in Knowledge.
    But Thy King was the humblest of all.
    Oh how could Thy King be humble?

    He took away all iniquities,
    Oh, How grateful your servants ought to be?
    Teach thy humble servants,
    Thy ways, Thy Meekness!
    Thy Servants cry for living dead
    To Make them Alive

    November 11, 2015
    Author: Rick
    Comments: Wrote this in the Inspirition of Lylle Mullins.
    © You may not use it without the author's permission.



  • 10 June 2015

    Desire



    Desire
    Do you desire?
    Perhaps, to be happy.
    Do you desire each day?
    Perhaps, to seek love.

    As you wallow in darkness –– When is that thirst enough?
    As you try to fill the void by the world,
    Finding to realize that it is fleeting.
    The more you try –– more frustrated you become.

    As a deer pants for flowing streams,
    Your own soul craves to thirst
    for more,
    Thirsts for a deeper longing –– though none can fit, present in the world.
    Do not stop to desire –– to not desire, is a desire.

    Could the thirst be filled?
    The thirst, could it be be satisfied?
    Could it be?
    Yes –– Cherishing something of infinite importance?
    It can be......
    It can be......

    June 10, 2015
    Author: Rick
    Just a simple poem wrote to reflect in the Inspirition of Blaise Pascal. (Blaise Pascal, Pensees, Page 75)
    Thank you for the patience you had for reading.
    © You may not use it without the author's permission.


  • 24 April 2015

    Do you own Anything?




    Do you own anything?

    Do you own anything?
    Do you?
    No-thing belongs truly to you,
    No-thing,
    No-thing,

    Do you own your phone?
    No, Anyone can take your phone away.
    Do you own your money?
    No, The government can take it away.
    Do you own your own body?
    No, An accident will change you.

    Such a half-hearted creature you are,
    Chasing things which are not yours' permanently,
    Such a self-interested creature you are,
    Seeking pleasure not realizing that you're emptying yourself,
    Eventually driving yourself to decay.

    For if you love only the people who love you,
    Such a self-interested creature you are,
    For even sinners love the sinners among them,
    Maybe, you will fathom the Life beyond,
    Maybe, you will seek the Life beyond,

    Beyond the end of the tunnel,
    Beyond the tunnel......

    Author: Rick
    Date: April 24, 2015

    A simple, easy poem which I wrote as a Inspirition of conversations of Selfishness, Self-interest with various people.

    Thank you for the patience you had for reading.
    © You may not use it without the author's permission.


  • 3 April 2015

    Love



    Love
    Wouldn't you love to know?
    Love?
    Did I say Love?

    Love is not a feeling,
    If it were a feeling, it is going to crash.
    Crash as the waves crash into the shores, waiting for the next one to arrive.
    Love is a choice,

    A choice which belongs to you,
    Eros is a feeling, a passive desire of the flesh,
    A Man shackled by Eros, empties his heart more and more,
    As He gratifies his flesh, he is blinded by Eros,
    Walking on the path of Eros, he looks back with no Love,
    But Which Love?

    An Agape Love which is committing till the last breath,
    An Agape Love which is not self seeking to boast itself,
    An Agape Love which keeps no track of wrong doings,
    An Agape Love which breaks shackles of desires of the flesh,
    Possibly, the greatest of Love is Agape.
    Agape -- the unconditional love to sacrifice everything for you,

    To be in Love is to be all vulnerable.
    He loved you unconditionally and suffered the most.
    We Love, because he loved his creation first
    Wouldn't you love to have that in your life?
    A Life without shame, guilt and sorrow?

    Only through him, you are set free from the passive desires of the flesh



    Author: Rick
    Date: April 3, 2015
    Wrote this because the word love is misleading to young people,
    Check out 1 Corinthians 13:4-8
    To check out more about why I mean Love is Vulnerable,
    Yes, when you love you are vulnerable.

    http://zenpencils.com/comic/103-c-s-lewis-to-love-at-all/

    Thank you for the patience to read it.
    © You may not use it without the author's permission.



  • 28 December 2014

    Soren and Regine



    Regine Olsen

    Regine meets Søren,
    Søren is struck by her pulchritude,
    Søren connives....
    Søren connives meticulously.

    Søren exists to pursue....
    Søren exists to pursue esthetic,

    Søren schemes to desire,
    Søren schemes to make Regine fall.

    Søren plots .....
    Søren plots to conquer Regine.

    Søren befriends Regine's kin,
    Søren befriends to make Regine fall.

    Søren triumphs after three years,
    Søren proposes Regine.

    Regine is enamored with Søren,
    Regine is enchanted with her Prince,

    Regine's eyes are beaming with light,
    Beaming with light of happiness.

    Søren retreats,
    Søren retreats without reason.

    Regine's heart is shattered,
    Regine's dreams are lost.

    Regine pleads.....
    Regine pleads to get her Prince back,
    Her heart aches,
    Aches more than a fire burning....
    Aches more than her soul,

    Søren still loves Regine,
    Søren still breathes for Regine,

    Søren dies .....
    Søren dies .....leaving his wealth for Regine.

    Author:Rick
    Dec 28, 2014.
    Comments:
    Wrote as a Inspirition of Søren Kierkegaard & Regine Olsen.
    Thank you for the patience to read it.
    © You may not use it without the author's permission.


  • 12 December 2014

    Grim Reaper


    The Grim Reaper

    The Grim reaper is going to take you away,
    Away conquering everyone, no matter if you're a patrician or pleb.
    Not Petrified by the Grim reaper unless,
    The Grim Reaper moves close to someone you know.

    The Grim Reaper brings agony;
    An Agony which starts from your heart beat
    The Grim Reaper brings trauma,
    A Trauma which leads to torture.
    The Grim Reaper brings heartache,
    A Heartache which makes you tearful.

    Do you exist merely to meet the Grim reaper?
    What if you meet someone after the Grim Reaper?
    The Grim Reaper is awaiting patiently,
    Awaiting.....
    Awaiting.....


    Author: Rick Sam
    Date: September 18, 2014.
    Meanings:

    The Grim Reaper = Personification of Death.
    Patrician = someone who is born from a wealthy family
    Pleb = ordinary person

    Wrote this because nobody talks about it,
    It was inspring
    Because it's coming!


  • 28 April 2014

    Living Legend



    The Living Legend

    Would you ever dream?
    In an eternity, thou would meet;
    The Living Legend.

    Would you describe how thou feel?
    Flabbergasted by erudition,
    Discerning the breath of almighty,
    Exhilarated no matter how arduous thou journey is.

    Would you describe thou sea change?
    Life changes so much that nobody can believe thou shadow.
    Thou accomplish, the Impossible with the breath of almighty.
    Feeling the presence of the breath of almighty every second.

    Would you limn thou emotions ?
    Like an empty glass filling with water,
    You could sentient the filling of emotions in your heart,
    Throwing away the past haughtiness,
    Walking with the breath of almighty every day,
    .
    .
    .
    .
    .
    Reverence for the Living legend . . .


  • 15 April 2014

    My First Poem



    At the height of procrastination,
    Forty emails pile up,
    Homework to do,
    A simple text changes your moment,
    Looking through the window,
    You see the incessant rain,
    Feeling not to go outside.

    Walking outside,
    You hear the gust of the wind,
    The gentle rain brushes my face,
    As I run across the streets like a race,
    Gazing the beautiful dusky sky,
    The trees dancing in the wind,
    The sound of the sudden squall,
    Your umbrellas turn up-side down,
    The feeling of joy enters you,
    A simple text can bring joyful memory,
    Gratitude to the kind friend.

    A short journey yet so memorable.

    Life!


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