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you think its easy to compare melons ?..ha ha !
It was written to a friend sometime back...just thought of sharing.
The story of one of the quests of my youth.
Now you know what the cat is thinking.......
Who does not like a good made salad? Hope this humors up your day!
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Chap 3 of my fable as it where is about personalities and the existence of infinite possibilities enjoy and comment tell me what you think
the"known"has the stone unpermanence...
* As per the Greek myth of Helios.
Park was the head officer on the border crossing between North and South Korea. He had a problem. Two weeks ago a woman, let's call her lin, pitched up at the crossing gate with a jute bag of soil attached to the front panniers of her well maintai
The "damage done" by idiots.....
I'n my college days I studied allot of shakespeare so it has allot of the old school flavor! Enjoy!!!
I have quite heavily borrowed from another poem for the style of this one, although not quite so much in content. I am not a postman but I have been in situations that allow me to identify with this one.
hurt bitter resentful conflict words haste sow love not bitter seeds hurt
Many years, lost in thought, imprisoned by the brain. Lost my mind, all alone, almost gone insane. Through the clouds of dismay, hope was very near. The light shone through, the cause to persevere. Talking now, back and forth, througho
On the cusp of beauty, you were born Before this World had its modern form. Atavar and Spirit much older than us Existence formed from the deserts' dust. Imprinted in time, dissolved on the wind Generous in spirit, eye that is kind. Givin
There was a small village. Where happy people lived. But when the vikings came, causing pain. ransacked a town left burning but condemned by rain. A youngster came along. saw that all happiness was gone. buildings blackburned and hidden zombi
Alienate the peace in me, cut all ties, light the fuse. Animate the me unseen, evoke the lines, no way to lose. Free me, hold me, come break me loose. Shimmer me brightly, unveil the ruse. Deny the root of my cold withered stare, as you defi
Ignorance is innocence, what is it I've become? The pillar of my sanity, I've yet to overcome. They fall, as they crumble in my wake, these pillars I have come to love, I now can only rake. Take away the pain from me, what remains but
In pain I felt shame, in love I took blame, the great flame of hearts, it twists in the night. With hope I made lies, with tears I melt skies, the perils of love, they blacken the light. What is it now? Just tell me how. The restless, the
Like a moth into the light, the world is ours to unite, so purified, as we ignite, and toss ourselves into his flame, to free ourselves of nature's blame. His hunger, habitual. Like a whore of hearts lament, our fate is ours to regret, so
Trapped inside of my head, it's flooding with dread, I'm drowning. Swimming up for air, I hear a voice so fair, a cause to care? I'm fighting. Through fog and disrepair, I rip and I tear, I'm climbing. Scaling up for the light, her hand
Into harsh waters and bright foreign mist, we sailed through the fog and into abyss. The shoreline wall, out of nowhere it came, surviving my brethren and screaming in vain. Washed up on shore, beneath a near distant sun. I trek farther and f
Started it along time ago. finished just now on here. wanted to put it to rest in my mind.
Fearless, heartless, empowered by hate, I stand alone, in darkness delight, a towering blight, untouchable and great, crushing the dreams of all I forsake. The cries that remain only fuel my disdain, I laughed in their face as they withered i
Eleanor Roosevelt she did alot in her own way to help this country the usa
One more to hopefully ponder over..!
On the same thought as my previos poem,thanks to all you fine people..!
Poem is written for the one imagination of love one seeking to have manner by thirsting to have in life....
MY LIFE IS TOO PHUCKED IN THIS WORLD OF COWARDLY DECIET TO THE POINT OF NO-END OF THIS DISCUSTING BULLSHIT WERE OTHER PEOPLE ARE JEALOUS OF THE TRUE HEART THAT HAS DONE NOTHING IN LIFE EXCEPT HELP OUT - SO YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE I*M CALLING YOU OUT - TO ONCE IN FOR ALL STRAIGHTN YOU PHUCKN FAGGOTS OUT & PHUCK YOU - I WON THIS 39 YEARS AGO - WHAT - ? YOU DID*NT GET THE "MEMMO" !!!!!!!!!!!!! I*M SORRY "CONSTANCE"
Searching for a four leaf clover in the green grasses that grow in the rocks The little people point the way Just looking for that pot of gold Me thinks its in the hills or mountains Not sure weather its north or south or near th
doctor roland/mysterious lorentz
From "The Jungle Book" by Rudyard Kipling
The poem is based on the mythical continent of Atlantis, fact or fantasy, you be the judge, this is my version of the story. Written: 2nd July 2013
It was thinking about the faces on web,faces,faces...!
This poem is inspired in form by Chinese literature and in feeling by the forum of someone I met here who lives in China. I love Chinese literature and stories about Chinese culture, both recent and ancient.
What is is...What will be will be... This is what I think and don't need any to agree. Tweaked on 7/16/17 (4 now)
Simple really...Or is it...?
This poem is for you
thanx for your visit master oshiba...
This poem is based on a real life experience, the legend of the three wise monkeys is true to my knowledge, and has great significance in our lives, it may be a Buddah statue I am not sure of it's actual origin. please enjoy this tale. Written: 18th January 2014
I saw the light tonight,, twas blue, red,, and bright, the world in all its glory, showed me its story, you covet what you can,, its all in the plan, noone cares or wants to know who you are or where you go, now take a stand and raise your hand, don
HAPPY GO LUCKY; I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT GARTH BROOKS, BUT I CAN ASSURE YOU, HIS STATUS IN LIFE IS PURELY BASED ON HIS DESTINY, WHETHER HE ADMITS IT OR NOT! TRAVIS...
have you even read what i have written to you i never attacked you on personal issues what are you on about what level are you going to stoop to what we have i have drawn it to the world to you it means everything to me you share your opinion i feel...
Hi Kathy Thank you for taking the time, lovely to hear from you. I guess my home beyond this realm...well that is the only thing I can look forward to now. But to be able to live at peace and settled in life would be so much better and when we do...
thank you so much fiona for the amazing beautiful comment deeply appreciated...
funny...thank you. computers have become as personal conveyance vehicles, when running as expected...everythings fine. when either have a breakdown, horrible distress sets in.......
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