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Ode to Asma ~Chapter 3 ~ (there is a Chap.1 & 2)
Next came, my market week i missed; such preventing, torrential rains.
So, it became two, almost three weeks trudged on before i could come.
This time, though, suddenly became a herald from word carried by mouth,
among the children in masses gathered on outskirts.
They carried her name "Asma" to call her from within,
to tell her of my arrival, as somehow i became designated.
Of who was designated to whom; that is the mystery ~
... but i think that she chose me, and of that i am thankful.
My rickshaw barely bounded the beginning of the circle,
before i heard an excited girls' voice screaming "Madame, madame!!"
My heart jumped into my throat as i noticed Asma darting into the circle of traffic,
dashing between cars, and mini taxi-buses and rickshaws alike before i could even stop.
In the middle of my trying to hand-motion for her to stay, that i would not pass by, she had made it to my side running full force by my rickshaw kicking up the mud from the rains on these dirt streets. I was amazed at her agility, but my eyes started to fill, when all the while she was reaching out her hand to show me, that the polish of glitter was still on her nails. i wanted to cry and laugh at the same time with my heart still stuck in my throat... i thought i would strangle with all or one of these emotions erupting so instant within me.
It was unfortunate that beyond my power to say a proper goodbye to Asma.
i was going to buy her a pair of sandals,,,
i worried over her after my unplanned flight out from the land of lost time.
i wondered,,,and felt guilt, ,, of not being useful....until someone that had stayed,
took upon themselves that the one i worried over, would never end up in a garment factory, or worse. This person said, "she is taken care of, because you cared". A great man in my eyes, could never be any more a Prince, than to quiet my mind with such a gift of ease, then to see to the care of Asma,,, the girl with a necklace of pink pearls and the most brilliant, white smile of my memory. May all the Asma's of the world, be so lucky as to have a Prince like this.
So, it became two, almost three weeks trudged on before i could come.
This time, though, suddenly became a herald from word carried by mouth,
among the children in masses gathered on outskirts.
They carried her name "Asma" to call her from within,
to tell her of my arrival, as somehow i became designated.
Of who was designated to whom; that is the mystery ~
... but i think that she chose me, and of that i am thankful.
My rickshaw barely bounded the beginning of the circle,
before i heard an excited girls' voice screaming "Madame, madame!!"
My heart jumped into my throat as i noticed Asma darting into the circle of traffic,
dashing between cars, and mini taxi-buses and rickshaws alike before i could even stop.
In the middle of my trying to hand-motion for her to stay, that i would not pass by, she had made it to my side running full force by my rickshaw kicking up the mud from the rains on these dirt streets. I was amazed at her agility, but my eyes started to fill, when all the while she was reaching out her hand to show me, that the polish of glitter was still on her nails. i wanted to cry and laugh at the same time with my heart still stuck in my throat... i thought i would strangle with all or one of these emotions erupting so instant within me.
It was unfortunate that beyond my power to say a proper goodbye to Asma.
i was going to buy her a pair of sandals,,,
i worried over her after my unplanned flight out from the land of lost time.
i wondered,,,and felt guilt, ,, of not being useful....until someone that had stayed,
took upon themselves that the one i worried over, would never end up in a garment factory, or worse. This person said, "she is taken care of, because you cared". A great man in my eyes, could never be any more a Prince, than to quiet my mind with such a gift of ease, then to see to the care of Asma,,, the girl with a necklace of pink pearls and the most brilliant, white smile of my memory. May all the Asma's of the world, be so lucky as to have a Prince like this.
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Posted: Sep 2009
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Trip To Paris
I open my door
I hop on a bus then a train
I cross the channel by ferry
in france i stand and look around
the effel tower wow what a view better even from the top
looking down what a drop
people here there running around tiny people all can be found
from my view from the top
I sight see looking around
I wander around paris in a dream ,places to find
My eyes open to the places around
The arc the triumph i like best
Notra Dame Cathedral i like best oh what majestic view it offer to you
Sailing on the river siene, oh what a view looking out at things we can Do places to rest and time to chill have a drink and admiire the view
I drink my champange resting seating admiring the views ill think
I will come here again.
I hop on a bus then a train
I cross the channel by ferry
in france i stand and look around
the effel tower wow what a view better even from the top
looking down what a drop
people here there running around tiny people all can be found
from my view from the top
I sight see looking around
I wander around paris in a dream ,places to find
My eyes open to the places around
The arc the triumph i like best
Notra Dame Cathedral i like best oh what majestic view it offer to you
Sailing on the river siene, oh what a view looking out at things we can Do places to rest and time to chill have a drink and admiire the view
I drink my champange resting seating admiring the views ill think
I will come here again.
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Posted: Sep 2009
About this poem:
my visit to parisA moment we lost..!
Twas never at all we boldly hold, Do hands not thumble whence they fold, Shadows of forgotton ways stream mt wall This cave of our emotion hold no motion small, A yellow hat,,!and a tooth-pick comb a rabid dog without a bone, So no rays of light for thee For two blind mice will not make three, Take my sword its for your keep Nightmares scatter to daytimes sleep, Was not all we were told That i truely fail to hold...!.!
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Posted: Oct 2009
About this poem:
just a early moment.i remember camping in love..!wow..!To my dad,, eleven yrs gone dis yr..
We cried the tears for all the years, the years dat we spent watch'n, the time went by, in the flicks of our eyes, and we had no time,to say sad goodbye's,, see you at home da..
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Posted: Oct 2009
Post CommentTHE MIND
The mind is a river flowing towards the sea, of knowledge,wisdom and understanding of who we truly are ,not by the standard of other , but by the ocean of our soul. The mind is a fire burning for, truth, love and respect for it's endless work, and it's never ending quest for the fuel of honesty ,admiration and kindness to keep it ablaze. The mind is the wind without boundary , fraternizing with unlimitedness, depicting core of our experience with strong gust of immense power that can't be control, imitate or measure . The mind is the earth ,the womb the giver of life, the center of all thing, indestructible,fertile and the most profound gift one could ever receive, which no one or anything can take away, not even death.It will continue to exist even beyond existence, always stimulating us with new idea, invention and most of all with new thought to exhibit to our generation and generation to come.The mind is the moon controlling the tide of a nation with amity and never fail to amaze us with is luminous glow and leave us astonish in it's most magnificent glory.The mind is the sun never cease to rise to the occasion and bless us with it's perpetual radiance of one's brilliance with no reference to size ,color, shape, gender or religious background.
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Posted: Oct 2009
About this poem:
Just thinking about life and livingThanks and praise (Bob Marley)
Bob had a heart of gold,, was takin before he grew old,, the songs he sang, gave joy to us all,, on may 11, sum spirits did fall,,them spirits hav raised and its now time for jah, to give bob,, thanks and praise...
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Posted: Oct 2009
About this poem:
All about bob...Teddy Bears in Paradise
A story once told a road of gold
did wind through mountains white
past rivers keen till sign is see
that ends its heralded flight.
Words unfurl in lavender and pearl
to adorn this fateful shrine
They read, "Steer forth towards the north
in a raft on the bay of wine".
The ship is light and moon shines bright
as currents make swift the way.
Your journey is far by the evening star
to the coming break of day.
The sun rises high in an azure sky
when you reach a fostered shore
and are greeted with cheers, hugs, and tears
from teddy bears galore.
They've gathered in herds of pink oxfords
to collect the stranded shells
to place in blocks as forget-me-nots
to the things they love so well.
They've names like Mandy, Toby, Andy,
Jenny and Danielle
Their nicknames and middle names
to each in secret tell.
Upon their crown the little bears gown
a splendid butterfly
its beauty appears between tufted ears
as missly placed bowties.
They spend the day in watery play
or camped by firesides.
Tumbling October leaves
or playing on giant slides.
On swing sets during sunsets,
on walks or holding hands.
In ferris whells above grassy fields
in Autmn colors grand.
When Spring's the day oboes they play;
in Summer picnic all.
On silver skates bless Winter lakes,
and kites loft in the Fall.
When twilights swirl be stills this world
of donughts, mints, and sun
where apple trees wave cinnamon leaves
and rocking horses run-
they sleep the night by candle light
caressed by soft moonbeams
as weariness pries at shoebutton eyes
and music weaves sweet their dreams.
Sincere and true I speak to you
of beauty ro revere.
Special and new though seen by few
I have visited here.
Perhaps one day I'll find my way
back to this dreamy cove
where joy and laughter are ever after
and tebby bears rule with love ... always.
To BAS
a toy
did wind through mountains white
past rivers keen till sign is see
that ends its heralded flight.
Words unfurl in lavender and pearl
to adorn this fateful shrine
They read, "Steer forth towards the north
in a raft on the bay of wine".
The ship is light and moon shines bright
as currents make swift the way.
Your journey is far by the evening star
to the coming break of day.
The sun rises high in an azure sky
when you reach a fostered shore
and are greeted with cheers, hugs, and tears
from teddy bears galore.
They've gathered in herds of pink oxfords
to collect the stranded shells
to place in blocks as forget-me-nots
to the things they love so well.
They've names like Mandy, Toby, Andy,
Jenny and Danielle
Their nicknames and middle names
to each in secret tell.
Upon their crown the little bears gown
a splendid butterfly
its beauty appears between tufted ears
as missly placed bowties.
They spend the day in watery play
or camped by firesides.
Tumbling October leaves
or playing on giant slides.
On swing sets during sunsets,
on walks or holding hands.
In ferris whells above grassy fields
in Autmn colors grand.
When Spring's the day oboes they play;
in Summer picnic all.
On silver skates bless Winter lakes,
and kites loft in the Fall.
When twilights swirl be stills this world
of donughts, mints, and sun
where apple trees wave cinnamon leaves
and rocking horses run-
they sleep the night by candle light
caressed by soft moonbeams
as weariness pries at shoebutton eyes
and music weaves sweet their dreams.
Sincere and true I speak to you
of beauty ro revere.
Special and new though seen by few
I have visited here.
Perhaps one day I'll find my way
back to this dreamy cove
where joy and laughter are ever after
and tebby bears rule with love ... always.
To BAS
a toy
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Posted: Oct 2009
About this poem:
This is a deeply personal piece. It is whimsical, and at times silly in it's words, but purposeful. Hidden within its words are moments, places, and dreams once shared with someone special. Even the dedication has a special code. If the person for whom it was written should find it here she would surely recognize it. I have often thought of producing a line of teddy bears based upon the poem and including a bound copy with each bear.Falls Of Vash
The rain has washed
The rocks below
The river falls
The water flows
Green abounds
The worlds alive
Birds call in the day
Autum sunrise
The clean forest air
Wafts through the branches
The water sprays
The sunlight dances
The animals creep
To take a drink
The leaves rustle
The pebbles chink
The day passes
The twilight wavers
The sunset glows crimson
Day animals seek havens
The creatures of the night
Creep from home and burrow
To enjoy a forest world
Free from all sorrow
The moonlight kisses the waters edge
As the wind ripples the streams
The stars illuminate the sky
As the mist obscures the scene.
The rocks below
The river falls
The water flows
Green abounds
The worlds alive
Birds call in the day
Autum sunrise
The clean forest air
Wafts through the branches
The water sprays
The sunlight dances
The animals creep
To take a drink
The leaves rustle
The pebbles chink
The day passes
The twilight wavers
The sunset glows crimson
Day animals seek havens
The creatures of the night
Creep from home and burrow
To enjoy a forest world
Free from all sorrow
The moonlight kisses the waters edge
As the wind ripples the streams
The stars illuminate the sky
As the mist obscures the scene.
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Posted: Nov 2009
About this poem:
few versus ive had floating for years finally came together... enjoy feel free to post comments i do read them and i do appreciate them... thanks to all who have read and written comments before... cheers and mwah =Puntitled
The time has come to cherish the memory,
to remember the good times and the bad times,
and all of the things this great woman has done for us.
She has been a mother and a friend for many,
and given to all her family unconditional love,
love that will stay with us throughout our time.
Yet her work with us is now done,
she will carry on to a new place,
where she may watch over and be proud of us.
Be not sad,but happy for her,
as she has recieved her eternal rest,
we part now and live on for her.
Love,
Sean
to remember the good times and the bad times,
and all of the things this great woman has done for us.
She has been a mother and a friend for many,
and given to all her family unconditional love,
love that will stay with us throughout our time.
Yet her work with us is now done,
she will carry on to a new place,
where she may watch over and be proud of us.
Be not sad,but happy for her,
as she has recieved her eternal rest,
we part now and live on for her.
Love,
Sean
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Posted: Nov 2009
About this poem:
I wrote this for my grandmother when she died and it was used as part of her ulagyTrapped in haite
Under ground i lay,buried traped all around decay
bodies motionless,the dead the dying the living
trapped we are motionless,help us trapped we are
cant anyone hear us
Exhusted are bodies cry out with hunger thirst trapped we are
wanting to be into the light we cry out for are freedom help us cure are thirst and hunger
Are cries of help not heard trapped we are
the day began as normal then the earth shock are bodies shock
buildings falling on top of us help help trapped in these small dark hollows in the ground buried to my waist in this tiny space
cant move my arms legs my bones racked with pain broken trapped am i in this tiny space freedom calls but am ignored help help free me form this space
bodies motionless,the dead the dying the living
trapped we are motionless,help us trapped we are
cant anyone hear us
Exhusted are bodies cry out with hunger thirst trapped we are
wanting to be into the light we cry out for are freedom help us cure are thirst and hunger
Are cries of help not heard trapped we are
the day began as normal then the earth shock are bodies shock
buildings falling on top of us help help trapped in these small dark hollows in the ground buried to my waist in this tiny space
cant move my arms legs my bones racked with pain broken trapped am i in this tiny space freedom calls but am ignored help help free me form this space
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Posted: Feb 2010
About this poem:
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