Satish Verma, 11 march 2013
A detritus
of malaise, tugs at my solitary hour.
There was a question of stature
amongst the old fractured feet.
What was it which made you feel
taller than your own son?
I was looking at the antlers of a deer,
his round eyes were full of pallor,
I begin to talk in his tongue.
The terror of a man, a speeding car,
my childhood, moving in the dark corridor,
afraid of the unending highways.
Satish Verma
Blossom Sol, 11 march 2013
Here it comes again -
Rushing into
Pagan red
Curtains
Of a breath swaying
Autonomous
Life.
The blood of my body
Is not my own -
It has been sacrificed,
Long ago.
And so we dream on
In endless portals.
Waiting for the return
Of a saviour,
Who is yet to save
A planet,
That is yet to want help.
mvvenkataraman, 10 march 2013
Please be happy my dear
Fill your mind with cheer
Before God shed your tear
Your words, let Him hear
Your doubts, He will clear
He will remove your fear
Your life, make Him steer
He is there, here, very near
Occupying the atmosphere
Having opened his ear
Though he won't appear
He will make living easier
Your personal life or career
He is the actual carrier
He will take away barrier
mvvenkataraman
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 10 march 2013
Be yourself in all things you do.
You are fortunate to be alive
After all the things that you have done to me.....
Hatred and contempt over cloud your judgement and at times you take it out on me.
Why must you be so stubborn and emotionally abusive to me
Did I not say I would stick by you til the end?
I have kept my promise but you treat me like a bag of dirt
Use some then throw it all away.
I loved you once but now the flowers are in bloom and I haven't enough time to weigh in on my feelings.
Love is blind but you read braille............get it?
I just want you to know I have no afternoon agenda here.
So please leave out the same door you came in and do it peacefully.
Maybe, I sound harsh but I have told you in so many ways...I do not love you anymore
So you end your own life and I am left to pick up all the puzzle pieces.
It is called hurt...........
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 10 march 2013
The world breaks everyone and afterwards, they are stong at the broken places.........E. Hemingway
Love everyone-the alcoholics, the drug addicted, people living on the street.
For they are also you Mothers and Fathers, sisters and brothers, aunts and uncles.......
Love all people of every color; for color sees no color and You see color.
Love those who despise you; for they hate themselves and the world they live in.......
Love thy neighbor, for you may need their kindness and they may need yours..........
Love everyone; for you are God's child
The Lord came to us saying "I have loved you with a love that lasts forever. So I have helped you to come to me with loving kindness" Jeremiah 31:3
Benjamin Dale Carver, 9 march 2013
As fast as cheetah
As strong as a bear
As tall as a mountain
As stiff as a chair
As flat as a pancake
As quick as a hare
As embarrassed as a guy in his underwear
Benjamin Dale Carver, 9 march 2013
Thank you Veteran guys;
You go to war and save our lives.
You save our country from
people that are bad!
And if you all got killed,
we would be really sad.
Airplane, canons, bombs, and guns,
you used them all when the fight begun.
You saved our lives many times,
so here's a thank you note that rhymes.
Thank you fighters a million times! !
Benjamin Dale Carver, 9 march 2013
He's born
He's small
No knowledge at all
He grows
He's raised
Fed everyday
He learns to walk
By Moms side
She helps him grow with joyful pride
Soon he's introduced to school
In kindergarten he learns the rules
Few more years he's grown a lot
In middle school he is taught
He gains more knowledge and and more hight
He goes to high school and parties at night
He graduates and off he goes
To college with his books and clothes
Four years pass
he's 23
Lives with his wife in Tennessee
Barely ever talks to mom
Who's soon to die in not very long
One sad day mom passes away
He wishes she could have stayed
He regrets leaving her side
All he can do is sit and cry
Life is life it's up to you
To love and care for your mom too
Cause whether yer a boy or girl
Your mom took you into this world
So take advantage of having a mom
Before you know it she'll be gone
Naeem, 9 march 2013
Watery became the eyes,
-blurrier grew the sphere.
Sparkles turning dimmer,
-nearby me grows colder.
Wept the tear I shed
_beheld back to the void.
Dripped it on the ground
-and frozen it became.
Hunted the one to blame
pointed finger had no name.
Destined, you were before,
but I am to you no more.
-Nr.
anna tadjuideen pakulska, 9 march 2013
I asked the Moon
why her reflection
doesn't sink
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