A Promising Writer And "Poet!"
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A Promising Writer And “Poet!”
I recently attended a “Marvelous” poetry reading! The Library in Lincoln sponsored a “VOICES OF LINCOLN POETRY CONTEST!” It is an annual affair! There was a very good mixture of poems from a plethora of categories. There were poems about mysteries, to make you laugh, about people in the news, about relationships and poems to make you think? There were poets of all ages from (10) ten to (90) ninety. There is something special when all ages, cultures and colors are able to come together and share…
It was a beautiful afternoon and truly a delightful treat!
I want to share with you one poem in particular! Sharing this means a lot to me because;This poem was written by my grandson; Julian M. Ogans II. Writing is becoming a growing passion for him. I/we are so very proud of him and believe that he is on the right road to discovering his life purpose(s)… He is an editor for his school newspaper! Here he writes an ongoing column as well… This poem was selected for the “DREAMS & FANTASIES” category! He was quite encouraged and well received by all ages. Presenting...
By Julian M. Ogans II
The Journey Of Life
I hike my way up the mountain of self-confidence
Fighting through the bitter cold blizzards of brutal honesty
Wondering what awaits at the top
But very quickly do I lose sight of the trail and fall down into the river of disappointment
The water reflecting nothing more than my past sins
I slowly drift into a cavern of darkness
The pitch black enveloping me in a dark cloth
Suffocating me with the toxic smell of failure
Whispers from my past slowly invade my mind
Growing louder and louder echoing inside my head
A ray of hope cut through the darkness
But it didn’t reach me
For a dark hand pulled me under the water
And drowned me in self pity
I open my mouth to scream, but the black water rushed down my throat
Choking me with all my fears
I gave into my self pity and allowed it to pull me into its deep dark depths where all my broken dreams lie
Each one shattered into a thousand pieces
The gravity of my self-doubt pushed me further down towards the bottom
While carnivorous nightmares ate away at my body and feasted on all emotions
They tore away my eyes, preventing me from seeing any sign of hope
Ripped away my ears, stopping me from hearing words of encouragement
And cut out my tongue so that I couldn’t scream for help
Little did I realize that not all of my forgotten dreams were broken
Blind, deaf, and muted to the world I grab on to one fragile dream
And use the one weapon that no man, monster, or rushing water can't take away
My faith
My hands began to grow warm as the dream came to life and sent confidence shooting through my veins
I felt the water rise and part as it shot up in the air
Breaking a hole in the ceiling of the depressing cave
I felt a brilliant ray of hope come down from the sky
Restoring my vision, hearing and my voice!
I rose up from the ground and entered a valley of happiness
Where dreams grow on colossal trees of endless imagination
However, my days here are numbered in this land of prosperity
For I am just one soul, embarking on the journey of life!!
*His poem won first place in the Young Poets division!
BRAVO!!!
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Thank you for sharing Julian's work with us. It was a blessing.
Hnadsome guy. Very very promising. Nice poems. Please give him all the encouragement he desires. Remain blessed.
I can see why he won! This writing is inspired. Julian should be proud of such amazing work! I have a friend who is a poet, I will send her the link to this page, if that is alright with you.
Thank you for sharing DeBorrah!
You can well be proud of your grandson. His poem is excellent - well written and meaningful.
Talented young man! I enjoyed this poem VERY much...Voted up.
How proud you must be of this boy. His poem is excellent! I wish him all success in the future.
Oh, it's such a beautiful, deep Poem. ((Well done, Julian). I like the way he ended it too - On a positive note and a sober word that our days are numbered.
Wow, he is truly gifted and I wish him well. No doubt you will continue to encourage him to inspire others through his Poems.
Thanks for sharing this. :)
Ps. Nice Photo.
I can see that you are very proud of your grandson.
My pleasure and it was charitable for you to return the favor.
We live in these frail, emotion-ridden bodies and struggle against ourselves so much. Replacing fear with hope, doubt with faith, cowardice with courage - is the great struggle of each one of us. You could feel the fatigue and elation of triumph. Thank you for sharing this talented man's work.
Marvelous poetry. Julian M. Ogans II is indeed a great talent. Thank you for sharing his poetry with us. Blessings to you and your family. Best regards.
WOW! Very talented he is!!! Praise God! I pray for his success. Thank you for sharing, I know you are proud of him!!
Such a wonderful poem with much thought and emotion in it. What a wonderful grandson you have. God Bless dear sweet Julian. He is so truly gifted with talent. You must be so very proud of all your grand children and wonderful family.God Bless You Dear Heart.
You certainly can be pleased with the legacy that is being passed on within your family, DeBorrah. Grandmother's influence plays a part I'm sure. God bless.
Your grandson is a mountain of sheer talent. I thoroughly enjoyed his poetry. No wonder he won the competition. Wow! Awesome!
Wonderful!!! Wonderful!!!
Beautiful, I can see why he won! Thank you for sharing Julian's poem.
Wow! That is tremendous...I do hope that young man continues to write and that his faith will grow ever stronger as he witnesses to the world through his poems and other works. thanks so much for sharing this...it was a delightful blessing
Ulrike Grace
Great article nice poem there are many lesson on this content. Thanks for sharing.
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RevLady Level 3 Commenter 19 months ago
Beautiful poem with indepth thoughts of life and visions of dreams undeferred. With permission, I would love to post it on my "Poet's Homeland blog.
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