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yes i have sent u a friend REQUEST

its been sent to u after a long QUEST

u dont know how much time i have INVEST

to see its accepted or not i cant REST

my profile is not good i know i am not the BEST

but why u consider me like a PEST

its a simple thing but dont know why cant u DIGEST

seeing my proposal rejected i feel a pain in my CHEST

i dont think that its a nice way to treat ur GUEST

i know i am not that MODEST

but my dear i am very HONEST

and that you can TEST

for u i could have been a loyal friend to HARVEST

but now u have declnied and i cant PROTEST

i can just SUGGEST

that dont judge a person by only his face CREST

even a face like me can have a heart which is GREATEST

by prateek

A Christmas Snow

The soft snow flakes fall gently coating
the land, which to white is turning.
Trees brushed white stand gleaming
as Christmas dawns with sunlight bursting.

A hush settles as people start stirring
emotions high, children in the snow delighting.
Soft and pristine white as the wind sets it flurrying
its touch a whisper as it brushes cheeks now settling.

Magical flakes of pure white glistening and sparkling,
while icicles translucent adorn trees decorating
their branches and trunks with colour reflecting.
The people filled with awe as Jesus they are welcoming.

11/25/2014

contest: A Christmas Snow

I came out of the supermarket to be greeted
by the most amazing sky so stunning I stopped
and just stared navy blue back ground lined
by startling sapphire streaks that were layered.

Isles of azure blue all around were dotted
and the Clifton suspension bridge framed
perfectly as if an artist had just painted
it amidst the towers that above it soared.

Driving along admittedly gawking nearly crashed
fast as possible I got to a clear spot and stared
got out heart thumping in pure joy totally bedazzled
by the superb spectacle of various blues intermingled.

As full dark came away it all faded
I rushed home and a pen I grabbed
yet I knew that justice beyond me laid
by a master poet only can it be depicted

~ A Christmas Ring ~

Wish upon your Christmas Tree

Maybe it will come true

A ring around your Finger

Would it be just right for you?

A Christmas Tree wish for Connecting Singles

Wishing that wish comes true!

Does he know your size and what to say or do

A Christmas ring will bring you happiness

When you hear him say!

Will you be his girl forever, on this Christmas day

Give him love and affection

From your loving heart

~ You will live and love together and never, never part ~

Merry Christmas
Rings on her fingers
Bells on her toes

Will he give her a ring this Christmas
Only heaven knows!

Poet
JimEee

Some dark-skinned people seek to lighten their skin colour
By applying skin creams to make themselves fairer
Most of those creams have some chemical matter
That can cause serious health problems later
Their use is common in countries like India
Where beauty and fair skin tone go together
Girls are encouraged to avoid too much exposure
To the sunshine which can make their skins darker

But some white-skinned people who are born fairer
Are not satisfied with their natural skin colour
And wilfully seek more sunshine exposure
To get a tan and make their skins darker
For them a skin that is darkened looks better
And is more beautiful than their natural colour
Yet, for white people, sunlight overexposure
Can lead to a deadly form of skin cancer

Some animals like to wallow in muddy water
Which when dried can change their outer colour
This serves as a temperature regulator
And keeps off skin pests of one form or another
Animals do not seek to change their skin colour
To consciously make themselves fairer or darker
Such weird action is purely human in nature
In this crazy world of people's skin colour

A Soldier’s Quantum
Oressie Simmons

I've pledged my alliance to this destructive game but often I wonder will I ever be same?


For my country’s policies and agenda, am I expected to render or surrender?

My soul?


Because one shot means someone’s killed but by doing so will my soul ever be healed?


But this notion I honestly can’t quite comprehend, that’s why I willfully sin and do so again and again.

For my Country?


Maybe God truly understands and in turn will wash the blood and carnage from my hands.

You think?


Or is this just a delusional fantasy where forgiveness should automatically be granted to me.


Because I’m only following orders that where sent so these biblical rules should be slight bent.

On my behalf?


For this question is so complex the more I know, the more I know less not allowing me to finish this mental test.


Not knowing the answer I seek, I simply ask forgiveness for I am weak and beg him to take me to heaven when my soul eventually leak.

Woman personified.
Wonderful and wise, the knowledge of your worth burns brightly in your eyes.
You are. Woman personified.
Outrageous. Outstanding, daring to shed the skin of commonness to become one. Unrivaled, uniquely designed.
But that is who you are. How you always do and always will act because you are Woman personified.
Mother to many yet never birthing them all. Moulded from gold. Magnificent. Yet you are not skin deep as you are Motivated and will not be manipulated to believe the lies constructed by society to enclose you in a group. Making you average. Nothing is average. Not the shape of your lips, your built, your approach, the tone of your skin, not the shade of your eyes.
You are.
Woman personified.
Accepting, Adored, A bottle of fine wine. Rising above those who seek to discredit your value. They don't know what you have is engraved, unchangeable, as constant as time.
You are.
Woman personified.
Natural,Nuturing the garden of our minds. Making us greater as you too become greater.
You are indeed.
Woman personified.

The sylvan landscape stretched for miles
reached across golden fields by stiles.
Leaves carpeted the ground like tiles
whilst branches lay in gathered woodpiles.

Ancient venerable trees lined the aisles
that wandered willy nilly like juveniles.
Along the rivers banks were basking reptiles
with mouths that upturned in happy smiles.

In the midst of the rushing water were isles
that rose up high like big projectiles.
And trees marched up the hills in files
giving shelter to the fox and his wiles.

The peace of the woodlands beguiles
within its tranquillity are no exiles.

You freak me out!
You have no idea how hard it is to be around you
You told me how you punched your boyfriend in the face
Another girl talks gossip nonstop
This guy is taking weed and hails from Chicago
This other guy look like he just entered this country illegally
Why do you have a purple mowhawk?
You have tattoos all over your arms
What do they all mean?
I'm afraid to ask
I'm afraid you'll yell at me
I can't think
I can't breathe
I'm shell shocked
When will this work shift end so I can be away from all of you
Where I can be at peace
Where I can be safe
Some are nice
But they leave too soon
They are too few
I wish I didn't feel this way
I really do
But here I stand
Waiting for the bell to ring
It is 3:00 P.M.
Yeah!

May 9, 2010

Drawn deep into the heart of the woodland...
a haunting melody stirs the calm night.
Drums pound till I can’t resist their calling.
Silhouettes blend by bonfire and moonlight.

She is but one dancing in the circle...
hands moving as if swimming thru stars.
Many faces shine in the fire’s glow...
figures adorned with veils and flowers.

Glistening bodies, mesmerized, chanting...
praising the earth for her bounty and seed.
May Pole ribbons again weave their magic.
The fields are blessed, as are those they will feed.

One green ribbon I add to the weaving;
my silent watch, then my whispered prayer.
“Great Mother Earth, I’ve abused thy blessings.
Forgive me the times I wasn’t aware."

The drums have awakened my sleeping heart.
I feel you inside me...your voice I hear.
Goddess Mother...blessed be...our Mother;
by the light of the moon, all is made clear.

By the moon’s light...all is clear.”

I join the circle of celebration.
I am one with the drums, long thru the night.
I am but one dancing in the circle;
silhouettes blend by bonfire and moonlight.

All is made clear in the moon’s light...