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My Father’s Hands by Chestlyn Draghoender

[tabby title="Poem"] I wasn't raised by my father's hands.Those tiny hands couldn't raise a monkeyeven if they wanted to.When he visited I kept my fingers crossed,In the hope that my mother wouldn't see himand lose her temper. I wasn't raised...

Unconditional Love & Unforgivable Sins by Chestlyn Draghoender

[tabby title="Poem"] DO NOTspeak of sacrificeand commitment,Without knowing whatthey mean Carry onas though we had no reasonto leave. Believewhen you said we would fail A thousand livescouldn't make up forthose unforgivable sins DO NOTspeak of unconditional loveWithout learning how to...

Where did the spirit go? by Chestlyn Draghoender

[tabby title="Poem"] The hypocrisy and the prejudice. The injustice of a gift unutilized. Its undeniable effect on the body. They lie, and steal, and cheat, without an ounce of guilt. Preach the gospel without consulting the spirit. The love letters...

Song by Chestlyn Draghoender

[tabby title="Poem"] In the stomach of your mouth was a song. A song you burned by the bridge, a long time ago. It was meant as a gift to your "favourite" mother- in-law; A fresh wind. Then it died in...

Enemies by Chestlyn Draghoender

[tabby title="Poem"] I am not bothered by the shape of my enemies. Each one has their own vulnerabilities. It's just a matter of time before all is revealed. In my quiet time, I can no longer hear the nagging. The...