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In a community deep in the Southern land of feed corn and cotton The more basic things of life are best treasured and unforgotten Newspapers and Radios, Jack Rocks and Jump Ropes, Pop Whips, Hide and Seek In child’s play,
Hollywood Angel, Somewhere over the rainbow And on down that yellow brick road through The years and stage to stage well That’s Entertainment Still going strong, although she’s been gone for So long her spirit still lives on… Like a
Deathly silence enveloped the vicinity As tears welled in every eye Stirred every heart,soul and mind That photograph and that beautiful face Thrown out of existence By inexplicable desire and malevolence Now cast a ghostly radiance In the light of
life is a beautiful and precious gift given by god, That gives us a chance to live as we like. Sometimes it make us feel like teeny-weeny pot. Though we are unsuccessful, But we try our best to be successful.
When the night was full of terrors, As a child what you had encountered in your sleep with the demons or devils, Or the beautifully adorned prince or princesses, The superheroes and the fantasies and yet some more- “Dreams” ,
At the bookstore I found a guide Inside was a simple instruction. A funny looking diagram. I tried everything imaginable but still couldn’t figure it out. Flipping page after page, Telling you what I’ve found. The way the instruction was
What kind of God would treat us this way? In mankind the wide spectrum between evil to good can be found. In some, such kindness, while in others a wickedness not to be believed is in play. The ancients believed
Curtain call yet once again. Time to track the boards. Greasepaint hides the shameful faces. Lime-lit shadow-play, Pantomime dames, Evil stepmothers, Monsters behind The innocent eyes That focus on the fool. So I enter the game; It’s the only one
The kids wanted a piñata, so we got them one; but I must stress that it had no religious significance. It did not have seven points representing the seven deadly sins, and it was not an allegory of man’s temptation
All I could hear were the deafening roars of the crowd at the show stopping moment, when everything got silent. The smell of something burning reached my nose, but I decided to ignore it. “Fire!” a voice screeched. Get up!
Shuuuuuuush! And listen! Listen carefully, To the rebirth of emotions strengthening bonds Bonds disguised in ignorance Listen, to the birth of revolutionary ideas which mother creativity Creativity which sprinkles glitter ❇ to this earth inform of epic art, soul touching
Let’s, you and I, have secs. Let’s have seconds that lead to minutes that lead to hours that lead to days. For entertainment purposes, let’s enter our secs for roles in ‘special’ theatrical plays in which we’re allowed to act
Oh the difference young, old, rich, poor, squirming with words, hitting the floor squabbling, fighting, feeling sore. a world of regret, I swallow and beget this absence of you! O! I wish I could turn words into wishes. I wish
Spooked by a two headed snake, a double of a living person squirms. A moral crisis comes out of a cage. The private space is violated and bloodbath of robins start- to understand the unrest. Antimatter will keep the mystery
Face to face, I was bewildered. What was happening to the garden? My body left in absent seizure; words had destroyed a beautiful poem. I was listening without blinking like a blue moon or the serene lake. The interlocking in
1 When I was a little boy I watched a balloon wiggle itself free and spiral upwards towards where I thought might be Heaven. I don’t recall the circumstance— whether it was a birthday party or the circus, or the
It’s pretty- Mysterious- To me, Can you not see it? Truly- It almost hurts- Terribly- I’ve fallen for it, yeah, quite predictably, Quite hard, I guess I know, quite selfishly, as well. But the flowers can never never come too
That fierce winter night I was passing through the dense forest what a terrible night of winter it was black clouds had covered moonlight woods was plunged into complete darkness and capped by the terrible silence sometimes frightening voices of
I will make amends with me today, stop fighting with myself. Unthinkable to live without pain, in war with suffering. Quietly cries the flame without sound. While night lingers on. Nothing was easy for a quick resignation of ephemeral tears.
Logic races toward oblivion, In a little black dress and heels. Whispering words of love in your ear. Reason waits in the house, In yesterday’s shirt. Wanting very badly to be held. Passion consumes only in secret places, Clad in
Behold our world so tired, torn, and insecure Filled with high tech answers, but yet unsure Nation after nation, fighting terror and crime Does mankind’s DNA force us to be so unkind? Many are seeking solutions, while others whine When
Now you call this living ? But what is living without loving ? And what is love but a verb ? Nothing more than a misconstrued word, Taken out of context by the world. We all strive for happiness . And society tells us
A look to behold A passion to fulfill A life to live An obligation to creed love, loss and the futility of it all… Buckle up still, while you can meandering valley of sorrowful loath sunrise of purpose and lost
When You need to focus On something, You have The camera! When You want To communicate With someone, You have The omnipresent Mobile phone! When You want to Cook a Quick something, You have The Microwave! When you Need some
An old woman slings loose the accordion from her shoulder, feels her ribs expand draws a mental connection with the sag of her breasts and, broke, starts off home unseasonably warm for February a pack of dogs have run of
Dead ones speak Martyr speaks More loudly than before With Echos every corner How fortunate they Treading path of Martyrdom Martyrdom to peace Harmony & Justice But- Shooters of martyrs Build society of hatred And martyrs crucified Generation after generation
Living in and roaming through a rugged domain east of Princeton, above the Old Hedley Road, this elusive cougar’s domain is to be admired. In the solitude of Nature. Elisa, with her three kits precariously strolling across a rocky precipice
Dawn did arrive and brought soft light across a sand-filled shore, but no one knew the sadness that the widow there did bore. The young new widow with bare feet and loneliness at heart, walked slowly down the sandy beach,