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  • Pratikxa Sedhain (4/13/2013 3:36:00 AM) Post reply

    Trap the Criminals

    We should make a strong law,
    to trap criminals within our paw.
    We should make rules so much tight,
    to fight against criminals bite.

    All the people please be aware,
    and note that criminals are now where???
    Please people help the police to catch those devil,
    after that, you will be said a citizen able.

    We must reduce criminals' dense,
    by punishing them using our sense.
    If we become successful in our plan,
    we can make our country peace and calm.

  • Shivani Pall (4/12/2013 12:17:00 PM) Post reply

    I never gave you time i just gave you night and day...but you divided it into hours, minutes and seconds.
    I never asked you for the price to pay and gave all the things for free like air, land, water and plants but you put the money tag on it and made it chargeable.
    I gave you all the precious moments of life for free but you divided it as youth, middle age and old age.
    I created you all the same way with same bond of humanity but you divided it as poor and rich, for and against.
    I created this planet earth as one but you divided it as countries, state and regions.
    And now i smile and look at your power of breaking things into smaller parts and dividing! ! ! !

  • Roann Mendriq (4/11/2013 12:54:00 AM) Post reply

    Lingering lights of a lazy noon,
    creep into my garden nook,
    Green and golden rays on me,
    trace patterns on my book.

    A beetle; curious creature,
    climbs onto my bandaid knee,
    Wisely peers into my face,
    and wanders nonchalantly.

    The lightest warmth is teasing,
    I smile and close my eyes;
    My book shakes off my drowziness,
    and the sound of dragonfiles.

    The fragrance of our Mother earth,
    The smoky scent of swept leaves burnt;
    The aroma of old, ancient herbs,
    Memories of my lessons learnt.

    And then I hear a happy call,
    Come calling out to me,
    It is my darling Grandma,
    and she's calling me for tea!

  • Pamela Deloach Darby (4/9/2013 7:12:00 PM) Post reply

    love hurts
    love heals
    hearts are sad
    true love is revealed
    peace within
    comes from tears
    life is worth it
    if you live the years
    i have seen a lot
    caught a lot of pain
    i felt it all a challenge
    cause I stand today
    God is the reason
    i walk and I talk
    but love will heal
    if you make the mark
    that is why
    i write this song
    cause it comes from inside
    of what I have done wrong
    turn your life around
    see the sun it shines
    don't be a failure
    come to the victory side..

  • Erin Leath (4/8/2013 6:01:00 PM) Post reply

    The Meaning of Love

    I just wanted to say I love you
    And I will through thick and thin
    True love never dies; it only gets stronger within
    Although love doesn’t make the world go round it makes the ride worth while
    My love for you is never ending,
    I will love you as long as I live
    Only fools fall in love?Well I guess I’m a fool
    But I’m a fool for you
    I feel like the luckiest girl alive whenever I’m with you
    My heart longs for you
    My soul dies for you
    My eyes cry for you
    My empty arms reach out for you
    Baby I’m in love with you
    By Erin Leath

  • Pooja Dharmapal (4/8/2013 11:57:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Colourful Life:

    Life comes in many colours,
    To some it is colourful like a rainbow,
    To some it is black and white,
    To some it is grey,
    But who is to tell
    Whose perception is right?

    There are some, who battle it with all their might,
    There are some, who keep their head high in times of trouble,
    There are some, who fall prey to their own pessimistic attitude,
    There are some who inspire others and go a long way.

    Life may not always seem as simple as it appears to be,
    There are lots of twist and turns,
    There are happy and sad days,
    There are days when everything seems to be falling apart,
    There are days when everything seems to be just right.

    Like how there are infinite number of colours,
    Life has infinite number of possibilities,
    Infinite number of choices,
    Infinite number of opportunities,
    What decide one's fate are choices and the determination to work towards one’s goal in life.

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    • Angela Ilyas (4/14/2013 5:01:00 PM) Post reply

      I really like your poem! It's full of life's colorful Truths! Keep writing and staying true to oneself! Good Luck to You! Blessings...

  • Vanessa King (4/5/2013 4:10:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Chasing the Dragon

    A Mystical land of golden, glittering dust
    For when you breathe in, you lust
    This magical coil will take you and your trust
    And once on her ship, you will worship the dusk

    And upon her ship, the wooden decks are glowing
    as your heartache is gone, and you are gladly following
    All the crown of thorns once there, are burning
    Land Ahoy! Her ship seems to be turning

    Commence this journey, I fuelled her with desire
    but now there're big waves, and it is me who is on fire
    now I am lost, stranded on an island in its hills, so much higher
    my once furry world has slipped, as I fall on barbed wire

    So, in that Mystical land, complete with its forbidden fruit
    Haven't you heard, take a bite then, and she will take all your loot
    A dragon cannot be caught, so leave this faraway land

    For one day, Alone you shall stand
    Vanessa King

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  • Ack Panel (4/4/2013 5:03:00 PM) Post reply

    Much More Beauty

    Beauty they say lies in the hands of the beholder,
    bet, I say here it lies in the hands of the shareholder,
    all I can see and know, is that it's like you crossing a border,
    it would only be joy to find out what's after the border of beauty.

    It seemed to me like I wasn't seeing what I was meant to see;
    bit by bit I fell for the deceit,
    freight caught hold of me with a strong sight,
    fitness came to me, though like a tack hit.

    I say all this, because I've felt one,
    eyes; like that of a diamond,
    flies could not even stand a look at it,
    iced bloods, ran through my veins at once.

    Though I couldn't still believe what I was seeing,
    thoughts like; who is this?Tampered with my feelings,
    thorough shock ran through me like that off those that killed ‘tesla',
    thus, the only way to find out, is to test her.

    From a distance, I could hear the sun cry,
    from that instance, I wandered about giving it a try,
    yet I asked myself; could this be one of those wonder fly?
    still, looking at the diamond eyes, and I'm just wanting to go fey.

    Then I saw a smile that transits,
    I was though still amazed at what I was seeing,
    that I continued to gaze at the point of forfeit,
    this must be an intruder to my mind! ! I insist.

    I just couldn't fight and resist,
    that I almost shouted ‘oh my gosh';
    but in her presence I wouldn't try saying such,
    I must have my stand; I persist.

    Never knew that figures applies to people,
    nervous at first,
    because her skin was as fresh as an apple,
    but that mostly, made me thirst.

    Smiling! ! ! All this just feels rumpled,
    asking, what could this be at this angle?
    Toggle me, I think I'm falling for a beauty,
    sorry; ; MUCH MORE BEAUTY.

  • Sisirachandra Vaduge (4/3/2013 1:00:00 AM) Post reply

    A Poet.

    Inquisitive, explorable and justifiable
    Serious thinking and examining
    Relative of true nature
    Love living beings

    Needs freedom for thinking
    Wants to reveal truth
    Deslike bougouisticity
    Need to be peaceful

    Above all he respects the reality
    He is a resident of this universe
    To make this world for everybody
    Humanity amidst civilized dignity is the ultimate destiny…

    Sisirachandra vaduge

  • Justice Clarke (3/31/2013 10:48:00 AM) Post reply

    The Fiddler


    As the dawn breaks

    he is there

    above the empty streets below

    upon the crest of his lodging

    beside the weathered chimney

    a drifting composing shadow

    a silhouette that fractures the glow of day

    playing the mystical notes



    Before the first bird can utter it's delicate chirp

    he is there

    dancing in a song that has never been heard

    notes float sweet

    like trickles of the morning dew

    on the currents of the sailing breeze

    the constant conducting anomaly

    the ever present fixture

    that greets the curious and peering eyes

    with each gracious blessing

    that is the birth of a new day



    When the sleeping city wakes

    he is there

    flooded by the waking imprint

    of the unending harmonies

    that serenade his being

    and are tethered to his strumming core

    lost in the music

    of a madman's melody

    for such is the way of those

    who heard the call of the rooftop

    And so the day comes to an end. The sun begins to retreat into the calm of the escaping day and still he is there. For the music he hears falls deep into the canals of his ear, echoes only he can hear, and so he plays. These notes that come to him on the whispers of an angel's lullaby, drifting on the waves that flutter under heavens domain. The bow moves across the strings as they tremble in the melody made of the mind. Time stands still for him for all there is, all that he has become, is the music. How gentle it falls, like raindrops upon the window sill after the exiting storm. How tender it falls, like the chirping of the birds that call the village to rise, how warm it falls, like the first slivers of the sunlight that caress the sleeping eyes. He is the essence of what creation is. He is the raw untouched and untainted song that plays from the heart. For he walks the corridors where silent tunes are hummed by the soul of man. As the night prepares to make it’s entrance he retires from his lofty perch. To sleep and dream of the next day when again he shall climb the ladder and wait for the strike of the first note. For this is his destiny, his right, and what he must do. For there are those who must follow the path that calls them and he is no different. For such is the way for the man who rides the rooftop known simply as

    , , , The Fiddler


    Thoughts of a Single Man © 2013 tm

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