A poem. Bali Indonesia 11

This is the first time I am posting my poetry on the blog.  

I have been writing since I was 12. Poetry is how I began this writing path of mine. I have thousands of poems in booklets, on my phone, and files all over on hard drives. Yet I have not written poetry for a while.  

As I thought more and more about the current batch of posts a poem decided to pop out of my head. This relates to the location I am in and the environment I assume. I look out to the rice fields being worked before me and so this came to me this morning.  

I awake with the sunrise. 

My job is to work the land. 

I work in paradise but I wouldn’t know. 

I trod in the mud; I labor each day. 

The sun beats down on me. 

Sucking the strength from my body. 

My muscles should ache. 

I no longer feel them. 

Each day I walk in the path of others. 

Today it is me, but I know... 

Before me, it was my father. 

I have no skills I have no future. 

For my kids, I pray, for labor other than this. 

For my wife, I wish for food on the table. 

I am a poor farmer, yet richer than most. 

I lead my life, with honesty and fairness. 

I believe in myself and my prayers. 

To be listened to and understood is all I hope for. 

With the sunset, I settle, and my body rests.  

I am happy to see my family around me. 

May they take care of me once I am old. 

When I can no longer tend to the fields. 

I hope to be content and happy.  

I am who I am, a man in the fields.  

This is my take on the locals at this time. As I have been getting closer and closer to the men and women around me there is one constant.  

That is the fact that we are all the same. We seek security, love, and laughter. We seek the same basic things all over the world. However, the big difference is… These people’s minds have yet to be complicated by the world as much as ours has. 

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Published by Zsolt Zsemba

Zsolt Zsemba has worn many different hats. He has been an entrepreneur, and businessman for over 30 years. Living abroad has given him many amazing experiences in life and also sparked his imagination for writing. After moving to Canada from Hungary at the age of 10 and working in a family business for a large part of his life. The switch from manufacturing to writing came surprisingly easily for him. His passion for writing began at age 12, mostly writing poetry and short stories. In 1999, the chance came to write scripts. Zsolt took some time off from his family business to write in Jakarta Indonesia for MD Entertainment. Having written dozens of soap operas and made for TV movies, in 2003 Zsolt returned to the family business once more. In 2018, he had the chance to head back to Asia once again. He took on the challenge to be the COO for MD Pictures and get back into the entertainment business. The entertainment business opened up the desire to write once more and the words began to flow onto the pages again. He decided to rewrite a book he began years ago. Organ House was reborn and is a fiction suspense novel while Scars is a young adult drama focused on life’s challenges. After the first two books, his desire to write not only became more challenging but enjoyable as well. After having several books completed he was convinced to publish them for your enjoyment. Zsolt does not tend to stay in one specific genre but tends to lean towards strong female leads and horror. Though he also has a few human interest books, he tends to write about whatever brews in his brain for a while.

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