I was a child of words,
they explained my laughter, sheltered my dreams,
gave soul and sunshine a synergy,
emotions could escape jovially, mischeviously, miraculously,
art from a wind pipe, architecture of innocence played on papyrus,
I discovered that I could lye with them to achieve absolvement,
I may lie with them to remember light in long trails of history,
poetry became my throne, my home, how my heart shown
somethng precious I could own,
from them I learned diversity of dangerous dialectics,
from them I may teach about candor and courage,
about forgiveness flown wide,
a license from Divinity, a desire from death diging in doubts,
wise warriors may make the word sword from words,
defending their lifetimes with those weapons of intellectual warfare,
I chose Poetry because She rescued me from the philistines,
where I needed meaning She gave me begining
with an oath for us both,
going forth like students entering a cathedral worthy of new psalms
She was the water I touched my forehead with
I was Her reason for season,
a whirlwind She could bless with a scream,
a man with poetics in my purpose and melody in mind,
She would shatter stars for my delight
and I will break my body for Her foresight,
for She is forthright,
and I am Her knight -
Her eyes showed me a way,
Her unique smile let my tears go away,
Her Beautiful face made me to say,
Is this Love, or what???
Started to have feeling of love,
Started to behave nicely and different,
Started to smile when there was no reason to smile,
Still, Is this Love, or what??
Tried to approach her, but felt belittled, lowly, shy,
Tried to ask her for date, but felt afraid, scared, shocked,
Tried to express my love, felt would be rejected, hurt, unheard,
Well still, Is this love, or what?
I can fix anything, why not this thing,
I can talk to any girl, why not this girl,
I can really convince anyone, why not this one,
Came before many girl, why not this girl.
Do please not tell me its just nothing,
Do tell me how to do something about this thing...Love,
Do tell me anything about this thing…Love,
Will there be rejection or appreciation??????????
You are simply a work of art.
I’ve known it from the very start,
But you won’t find me hittin’ on ya.
For I’m just an old guy
With a twinkle in his eye;
Happy just to gaze upon ya.
My old heart quickens it pace
Each time I see your pretty face,
A face that every man should see.
Sometimes, just for a while,
Each time I see you smile,
I imagine it's just for me.
And, when I hear your voice,
For just a moment, I rejoice.
Yes, it’s music to these old ears.
But more than a work of art,
You’re warm and funny and smart.
Simply a beautiful person, my dear.
Though with you I’m quite smitten,
My words are respectfully written;
And every word is true.
But, if I weren’t so old,
If I were better looking and a little bold,
I would simply say, “I love you.”
The"tail" I have to tell, starts off really sad.
My sweet doggie Murphy died and my heart, it hurt so bad.
Until one day in early spring, I got a call that made my heart sing!
There were some puppies born in Waco, the daddy -Jasper, and mommy- Juneau.
Four little boys, three little girls. But the picture of one boy, made my heart twirl!
So I waited for a week or two, to meet my little puppy-oh so new!
I named him Humphrey, such a handsome boy! He has brought laughter back and oh what a joy! He's super cute, and very smart. Many would say, he's a work of art!
He's learning new tricks, and how to potty outside. So many rules to learn and abide!
Humphrey is growing so quickly, the puppy breath will soon disappear. He will be an adult in less than a year! Every stage of his life is a blessing from above. I guess that's the true meaning of what we call "puppy love".
Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu.
Dedicated to Leonora
A unique and lovely
damsel from the heavens.
Love you so much.
When we dream
And when we love
Is there anything
When we begin
In our dreams
In our past
We can try and make this last
Change is one way of bravery
Deep inside theirs a child
Learning to crawl
Take down the walls
You are one of the people whom I admire the most,
I always think to send u in Heaven a post;
Your absence pierces the heart,
Desire to have my name in your good chart;
Long since there no one to tell the stories,
Ramayana and Mahabharata whose heroes enchanted their glories;
Evening walks are missing you,
Alone here needs who say words true;
I haven't experience the death's pain,
The way to get close to God as only gain;
Today sleeping doesn't bring the happiest moments,
Request to God to get me the those days in rent;
I am residing there from where you never came back,
But I know I am filled with people with whom my heart never sag;
Losing u at a very small age of mine isn't so good,
I haven't thought u can be so rude;
Often my dream witnesses u,
Your smile, your goodness everything in u;
The traditions followed by you and from the family attracted me,
The need of hour requests u to stand aside me;
The art of archery taught by u,
Never from my mind in these years this technique flew;
Rudeness can never be in your nature,
The Strongest had given so much in your treasure;
You live in my heart, my instincts,
Patiently waiting for last 15 years to make my problems fix it;
My facebook cover photo to have you underneath a big reason,
Atleast there you are present in my dimension;
Love and emotions between us kept me alive till today,
My memory never gonna skip your birthday;
Wish I could be your stick for your support,
And I have been there to obey your order as your TV's remote;
May there be less time to meet you in Heaven,
Cherishing again the golden days among two men.
24 years between 22 yards,
Records being made like palace of cards,
He is one who breathes cricket,
A player,whom no opponent can hate.
He plays cricket only,thinks everyone...
But playing with nos. Is his real fun..
His achievements are his identity,
He's a true legend in reality.
663 Matches,34357 runs,100 tons,154 fifties,200 wickets are enough to call him sir,
He's no other than SACHIN TENDULKAR..
Records are so,that can be written an encyclopedia,
Most times news,was he for media.
Head is at seventh sky,still feet at ground,
Kept every responsibility brilliantly,it is found.
Our Indian soil was blessed on 24 april 1973, when he born.
That day was for Indian cricket, a new dawn.
Family supportive,start training at 11,
His focus being perfect,that's why he has today heaven..
On 15 nov 1989, he came whirling his bat,
At 16,before pakistan,he was like before lion,a rat.
May start was bad,but determination was atmost,
Passing all hurdles,he reached the coast.
Then fours and six and runs and records.
Oh my goodness! Everyone has to laud..
Time was departing,so were players,
But immotile as hill,he was there,
WHat he cannot do was unanswerable,
His story in future become fable.
Those watching him play at childhood,share field with him,
But wrinkles in his performance was never seen..
Equalling Billgates' income he won hearts.
He was the whole piece,but then also considered himself a part..
Father's wish was to be a good human,
Now every father want such son.
Every thing achieved,giving father tribute asked-" Have i made it large?"
May height so small but deed so enlarge..
But every good thing comes to an end,
And so does when our legend descends.
With brim on head,tricolour in hand.
Touches the pitch,saying I did my job, my sand...
Make everyone happy when he bats,
Now tears in every eyes, but everyone pats..
The god of cricket,jesrsy no. 10......
This passion,determination,stamina,spirit & much more we'll see when???
In india,"Its Impossible" is replaced by "Its sachin"
Your Father must be proudly saying-"my son,u win"
The ladder he climbed,no one can reached,
Bye-Bye Sachin,How to be perfect,to us, You only teach!!!!!
An angel of life looking far into the beauty.
White dress with pink wings. The seagulls are doing her searching.
She is standing high on to a mountain side balcony.
She is waiting for her call.
So she can sweep down for them all.
She is an Angel she has seen many things.
She cares more about your heat
More about your soul.
The most of all.
Kathy is a special spirit
her sparkling eyes emit the grandeur of life
looking into them is spellbinding.
her smile glistens,just to look into her eyes
and that magnificent smile makes you feel her arms around you
while her wings are not visible,they are there ever present
an angel on earth,a true friend
my heart sings to know her.i breath deeper knowing i can be myself with this angel that
listens intently to my woes.we are separated by many miles,but in my heart and soul i can
reach out and touch her.she is always there,my friend,my angel,my pal,my Kathy