(4/11/2013 12:54:00 AM)
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)
hearts are sad
true love is revealed
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..
(4/8/2013 6:01:00 PM)
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
(4/8/2013 11:57:00 AM)
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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.
(4/5/2013 4:10:00 AM)
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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
(4/4/2013 5:03:00 PM)
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.
(4/3/2013 1:00:00 AM)
Inquisitive, explorable and justifiable
Serious thinking and examining
Relative of true nature
Love living beings
Needs freedom for thinking
Wants to reveal truth
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…
(3/31/2013 10:48:00 AM)
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
(3/28/2013 9:39:00 AM)
Good point, how does one apply to these so-called contests?
Alto Thomas, Jr.
(3/27/2013 3:52:00 PM)
How do you actually apply?