Mesmerizing flutters and flourishes
gracefully blow on the wind
drifting, creeping and crawling up and down my back door
I see you hit the pane
slide a little to the left and kiss another
slipping together as your mass melds - swaying as one
As if on dancing on ice
Together you perform
As the crowd thickens
or winds abate
Tired from your escapade together you settle
On the purest white bed
Where tomorrows warmth will warm your juices
Melting you and allowing you to slip away
almost unnoticed you make your exit
If you havn't read my other Orange Crush pieces, please start at the beginning. If you like them consider reading on.
Ricky jumped off the footstool holding me tightly in his little hand. I could feel his imagination coming to life. Within his mind the clear water had turned a brilliant orange and as he drank from me he could feel the bubbles tickling his throat. I felt alive with the possibilities this imagination of his would bring to light.
The rest of the evening consisted of eating and watching images flashing on a square box. It rather bored me because they were in black and white, I much preferred looking out the picture window at people doing their thing and cars driving by. Real life was much clearer and had a lot more colors. As it got darker out, the color all seemed to fade away. I think I prefer day time. Ricky's mom said it was time for the kids to brush their teeth and go to bed. They all rushed up the stairs and I was left on the coffee table.
Ricky's mom was cleaning up and grabbed me and three Coke bottles that Dadio had emptied. She carried us to the kitchen and placed us in a segregated box beneath the sink. Just as she was about to close the door, little Ricky ran into the room and said "where's my bottle" mom responded "What do you want with a silly bottle?" he responded "I like it" His mom smiled, pulled me out of the case and handed me to Ricky. If I were able to smile I would have had a toothy grin of my own.
More adventures for "Soda Pop" if there is enough interest to carry on with the story.
Before reading this one read part one, the story will make more sense.
I felt safe amongst the colorful pages of the comic books wrapped around me. I could hear the little boy say bye to his grampa Cliff, his Grandpa said goodbye Ricky. There was a wonderful bouncing feeling as Ricky skipped out the door to his father's waiting car. As we started driving away Ricky pulled me out of the bag and I could see his mom, dad, sister and brother. As we drove along I learned the other boy was Roy and the little girl was Teresa. His parents simply were mom and dad.
I quite enjoyed the ride, Ricky's dadio had a need for speed and it was exciting passing the slower cars. In this world it seemed all of the other cars were slower. The first town we came to was Larder lake, if blinking had been possible I would have missed it. As Ricky looked through me I marveled at both the color of his eyes and the rugged landscape. Pine trees, poplar trees and beautiful lakes. I loved how the road was carved through sections of rock. The next small town I noticed was King Kirkland, it seemed rather little to be a King. It wasn't very long and we entered our destination which was Kirkland Lake.
Kirkland Lake was much bigger than where we had come from. I enjoyed watching the people as we traveled down Government Road West. I remember driving past restaurants and stores, Dadio slowed down to point out a diner called the Coffee Cup. He told us he had a Barber Shop at the back of the Diner, I was more interested in the theatre across the street. The theatre was called the Strand and I liked the flashing lights on the billboard. Just then Ricky placed me back in the paper bag with his comics so I slept for a while.
Orange Crush III to follow.
For those who are following this story, here is the next installment. If this is your first time reading, please read the first one and it will help make sense of the story. Thanks for reading my ongoing tale.
After breakfast, Mrs. Burns and the Kids cleared the dining room table. All the dishes were put on the kitchen counter, Ricky placed me there beside them. It seems that it was Ricky's job to wash the dishes. He filled the sink with warm water and squirted in some Ivory soap. As he quickly moved his hands back and forth bubbles started to form. I could tell he was enjoying this a lot. Much to my pleasure, Ricky place me in the warm water. Initially I was floating but then as he held me under the water I could feel my air escaping to the surface. Now don't worry, pop bottles don't need air in the same way as humans. Ricky lifted me high out of the water and allowed the warm water to pour out of me, I felt like a waterfall. As my contents made contact with the waters surface it created even more bubbles. The next thing he did was rinse me out with fresh water from the tap. I was shiney bright clean and he placed me on the counter where I could watch him finish washing the dishes.
It was his brother and sister's job to dry the dishes. Teresa picked me up and dried me off with a soft cloth. It felt soft against my glass and I sparkled in a wonderful way. Teresa asked what she should do with me and Ricky said to just leave me on the counter. As Roy was drying some dishes he accidentally knocked me over. I could feel myself falling, if I could cry out I would have. Somehow Ricky noticed and he stuck his foot out to block my fall. I felt the pain Ricky felt as I struck his foot. Thankfully I did not break and I could tell Ricky was happy as well. Roy reached down and picked me back up and said he was sorry. Ricky's pain was subsiding and he said it was okay.
After the dishes were done, Ricky rummaged through some drawers. He was looking for a cork, after a few minutes he managed to find one. He tried to place it in my opening but it was too large. This didn't seem to deter Ricky, he found a sharp knife and started to whittle the end of the cork. He kept at it until it fit perfectly in my opening. Ricky then went to the Fridge and grabbed some Grape Juice filling me up to the top. Yum yum I loved this new flavor, not as good as orange but purple is pretty darn good. Then Ricky placed the cork and I was perfectly sealed. I was so excited because it meant I could go with him. This would be a very good day.
If you have not read my earlier ones, please check out the first in the series and see if you like the story. It will help this make more sense.
Ricky slowly sauntered up the stairs, as you know most little boys don't like going to bed. When Ricky got to his room I noticed the Bunk Bed against the wall and a dresser on an adjacent wall. Why I knew what these things were is beyond me, perhaps it is a part of hearing Ricky's mind. Ricky walked over to the window and placed me on the sill. This was great because it was a clear night and I could see the twinkling stars in the black velvet sky. The street itself was dark except for a few lights in other windows and an occasional car driving by.
I turned my attention to the room, Ricky's brother Roy climbed a ladder to the top bunk and Ricky got into the lower bunk. I could tell Ricky was scared about what was under the bed. I have to admit I felt much safer being over here on the window sill. If it had not been for the giant stuffed St. Bernard that he took to bed with him, who knows what those monsters might have done to him. His companion's name was Bully and I could tell they had been friends a long time. As Ricky was begining to sleep I felt this falling sensation and he jerked awake. I can't express how that scared me, I thought I was falling and that would not be good, after all I am made of glass. Thankfully a few minutes later Ricky was fast asleep and I drifted along with him. It had been a very good day. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.....
If you are enjoying this tale let me know and I will continue on with it. Thanks for reading it.
If you are reading "the Adventures of Soda Pop" for the first time, read the first in the series and the story will make more sense. I hope you enjoy.
Ricky ran up the stairs to go to his room to prepare for the days fun. He put on his favorite pair of jeans and a western shirt with pearl buttons. From under his bed he pulled out a leather gun belt that held two cap guns. (apparently the monsters vacate the space under the bed during the day) As he strapped the belt around his waist, I could tell he liked how it felt on his hips. Ricky took one of the guns out of the holster and placed it back under the bed. At first I wondered why and before I knew it Ricky placed me upsidedown in the holster. I liked how the leather held me firmly in place, luckily I had been corked or Ricky would have been wearing purple instead of blue jeans. Ricky then started rummaging through his closet looking for his Daisy BB gun. After a few moments of searching he was happily holding it in his little hands. He shook it and I could hear the BBs rolling around inside the gun.
As Ricky walked down the stairs I could feel his imagination taking hold. Ricky felt as tall and powerful as any real cowboy. There was a certain coolness in his stride, if he had had on some cowboy boots instead of his black canvas runners, the picture would have been perfect. Ricky went into the kitchen to find Roy and Teresa, Mrs. Burns told him they had already left with some friends. No worries after all today Ricky was the "Lone Ranger" and I was Tonto! The adventure could begin.
As requested here is another episode. If this is your first time reading, check out the first one it will make more sense. Let me know if you would like me to continue. Those who are following the tale, thanks!
When I awoke Ricky was fast asleep, being a pop bottle I have no way of keeping my eyes closed. Mind you I'm not complaining, I got to see the most amazing sunrise. I so wanted Ricky to enjoy it as well so I refracted the light and shone it on his eyes. I could tell he was a bit irritated but it had the desired effect, he got out of bed so he could move me. As he walked over to the window I could feel the irritation turn to wonder as he saw the beauty of the sunrise. From that day forward he became a morning person.
Ricky stood there for a while with me held dangling by his side. I no longer needed my glass, I could see clearly through his blue eyes. It was a very nice street and Ricky particularly liked the house across the street. The house had bright white siding and a manicured lawn. There were also planters with all kinds of pretty flowers. The house was owned by an older couple and they didn't have any children. It seemed a rather big house for only two people.
Soon Roy and Teresa were also awake and they all fought to use the one and only bathroom. Mom and Dadio had already left for work, Dadio to cut hair and Mom as a waitress at the Coffee Cup. Their baby sitter's name was Mrs. Burns an older lady that seemed very fond of floral print dresses. She had made her way up the stairs because the kids didn't seem to hear her call them for breakfast. They all ran past her to the dining room table and waited for her to slowly make her way back down the stairs. She may not have been fleet of foot but boy what a great breakfast. Bacon eggs and saugage as well as orange juice. Ricky tried to pour the orange juice into me but got almost as much on the table. Still it was quite a treat for me to enjoy, after all breakfast is the most important meal of the day.
My music breathes! Sunshine tossed on lakes!
Ripples raw…sensuous….buds open up to flower
Fast and slow….tender…rhythms rush like water
Quick chimes…rustic tendrils….feel my power
I rush upon your skin …I tease in tumult
Belt laments of “love me ” on sandy shores
Sunrise skies…tangerine pink burst in open air
Passion’s cherry lips gasp out forever-mores
I am wide open space…fly with angel wings!
On a rush of wind…hear me taunt and drive you
I fling you on clouds too white and soft to hold you
Bathed in my brilliance….painted crystal blue
I fade in bleeding sunsets…song that softly dies
Remnants linger…particles behind your eyes
Author's note:Für Elise in A minor for solo piano by Ludwig van Beethoven April 27 1810.
Beethoven scholars are not entirely certain who "Elise" was. Theory is that Beethoven
originally titled his work "Für Therese"....Therese being a woman Beethoven intended to
marry in 1810 and was also one of his students. However, she turned down Beethoven's
proposal..It is said that Elise might have been a nickname for Therese….
This is such a beautiful piece of music and has always been one of my favorites
Written for Sir Brian’s Fan fare contest :)
There, .......in the meadow......
trembles my heart....
wide-open for all the
hunters of love to
....frozen, in place....
trying to avoid the self-
perceived dangers even
a slight flinch
This place was once
a garden of rejuvination
and needed space ....
that healed all wounds,
now......an unsureness fills
the misty air, revealing
scattered pieces of what it
is this heart has been
words, like bullets, shot
forth from the trusted
emotion, called love.....
piercing, burning, betraying
my heart of the comfort
that lured me once before
to this meadow ......
A trophy, for an insecure
hunter with no passion of
his hunt?...not .this heart , it shall
return when the timing
feels right...and the clover
does not taste
For the boy who had gone through his first crush.. wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare
First Crush: Crushed My feelings forever!!
Her epitome of innocence and virtue made me sick.
Friend around me suddenly pricked.
Scene from the titanic in my mind clicked.
I lost somewhere else and she squandered the opportunity.
Crazy girl, You clinged my heart!!
She was suffice so as I.
Looking at her radiant smile, I was blessed.
My feelings blushed on my cheeks.
God had postulated the first law of love.
Was it the infatuation?? Was it the love??
Crazy girl, Your face is glued on my heart!!
Blue whales diving down deep into the sea.
Molluscan shell in her arms, holding the glittering pearl.
Sun and moon playing the game of hide and seek.
God showered the ecstatic divineness.
Love arised from both the ends .
Her expression occupied the quadrangle of my soul.
Crazy girl, Your adorable persona sticked on my mind!!
My friends tagged her as my Queen.
But it was just a mystery.
I waited till last..
But She didn't rebelled the three precious words.
Desperately waited for the moment.
But When i saw her with his boyfriend.
Crazy girl, You killed my heart!!
Just left tears in my eyes.
Each and every memories of mine are fragmentized.
Just left with the ashes of moments that we share together.
Life just can't stop without being you.
But you are the luckiest one to be remembered for life time.
Crazy girl,My crush,You crushed my soul!! with Suyog Pagare
Now to the world of the amphibians
In search of my dear web foot friend
A native of all lands with countless fans
Croaks in tears and nears his dead end
Now to the fresh water and pond
In search of my web foot friend amidst the fog
To the rescue i come like the legendary bond
to save my web foot friend the frog
My gold dream,
So out competing it's.
Sighted by a crowd.
Embraced by few.
Outrank on screen it's.
I love journalism!
Sounds of rockets in netherworld,
Not about to transfix a journalist,
But only sought-after,
I love journalism!
It's a dream in me,
A dream of gold and my cheese!
I want to fit in the press shoes,
Now I got to write, report and broadcast.
Journalism don't gravity me!
All Rights Reserved
© T.m.T scripts
Nothing is nothing unless you make it nothing/
Out of nothing there’s always something/
Reflecting nothings that made other things become something out of nothings/
Nothing costs nothing long as it’s brought up as something/
In your free moment for nothing/
Your mind starts painting pictures for something/
One picture building another/
Nothing is nothing until something is possessed as something/
Dreams are not nothings/
Out of nothing i made this poem something/
That's a dream/
On the contrary for a sec you believed something i mentioned before this sentence/
This poem is made out of some things/
Symbols, letters that exhale words evolving into something/
Something that grows into language insured and surrounded by sound/
Without WORD this poem is nothing/
Without sound this poem is voltage/
Word is something/
There’s something in word that makes it something/
Loudness off word called voice is something/
Voice is petrol/
Voice is an everlasting gear/
Nothing is nothing unless you make it nothing/
I NEVER LEFT YOU
When youthful restless hearts hear defining calls
With volcanic strength they will respond
The impetus for adventure overrides
All rational thoughts, out of window they go
For youth knows no bounds of daring appeal
Twenty I was, when I heard the “buzz”,
With gusto and a lick of good sense I made the run
Carpe Diem was my exalted, exuberant cry
So I followed the path to places to me unknown
To her, I whispered with pain and sorrow
I must seek what the world to my lot bestowed
But be assured that one day for you I shall return
Feeling liberated and not knowing why
Effusive and with feigned bravery I bid to all farewell
The beyond had the smell of fragrant thrills
From America to America my journey began
Imbued with hope, dreams, and strong will
I began carving a new life, a new beginning
Dreams, goals ,and desires within me abounded
To fail was never a contemplated option
For failure the young bravely defies
All those memories of a half century ago
Come back to me in flares and bursts of fading energies
Now that I am approaching the sunset of my days
Wondering wastefully how it might have been
Had I not pursued the Echo of that life changing call
That outcome will never to me be known
But oh! How I long and yearn for that love I bid farewell
My ashes will one day fertilize a seed above that green hill
From that seed a tree will grow into a refuge
To shelter, in hot, sunny or stormy days, living fragile things
Then I shall sleep eternally in tranquil peace
Knowing that I kept, though belated to her my promise
And in serene harmony, proclaim, “I never left you my beloved Brazil”'.
Note: This is a game for all seasons'... The End Game
The Lords' Arch Angel stood
At First Base
As the Angels'
Took the Field
It was just after supper
The crowd's just have had
Their ' LAST ' Meal
Jesus was at Short Stop
Usually He takes' the Field
Where God had gave
Gift's of everything
Fore this was Thy Will be done
As the Angles' sang
They suddenly took the field
Their was total silence
As the Angles' began
Fore at hand was a Prayer
I could really feel
As I Looked at Home PLATE
I thought that it must
Have been a big mistake
Fore all over the park
I clearly saw that
The 'PARK' was Dark
Yet, their was light
All over the PARK
Then I could hear the
Sound of the HARPS'
I knew that it was for
This I could tell from the Glory
And by the Holy LIGHT
The the LORD was with us
With all of His Glory
******TO BE CONTINUED******
All my life is
is a story.
And I get to tell it.
What more grace could one be blessed with?
Days when life doesn't suck feel different than days when it does (do do do do-di-do do)... dontcha know?
I was walking by the loud green bushes
Their rough knees covered with the ash of webs
The whisper through angry short snip-its
As the outer edges of my skin brush past
I can hear them say
She must talk to the dead trees!
She must and she will
Their bustle gets louder in my head
Now I am dizzy stepping on the rude rocks
They are harsh and stubborn
Blocking my path forward
Keep her from the dead trees!
No! let her go she's no good
Not here she must cross
Cross the land of living through
Right on through Dead
Your nothing but stone
Enough stone can stump your growth
Here is Anastacia
In between the argument of the Garden Maze
The Pebbles that skipped on song
Draws near to Anastacia
They all pile up on one another
To take her hand
While the rest of the Garden
Stood in a disarray
Anastacia couldn't believe
How fast Pebbles was carrying her
The Maze is now a lonely blur
So is the raucous of the chatter
So far gone, But where to
Is this the way to the Dead Trees
Yes! Pebbles replied gleefully
How could they have known
What her thoughts said
Magical they stood
Trillions of diamonds
All clumped heavily together
So much it was dangerous
Of what rarity and precious
The black blue swirl grew
The sounds changed
The sound of the swirl was silenced
Closer to the Dead......
Why is a dream...?
So much better than
- Reality -
Because it doe's
The same thing
Only with low...
From a big 737's porthole looking down
upon rows of endless, barren mountains,
from the clouds to the wadis I descend
unto thy waiting arms among the dunes.
Far in the middle of a vast wasteland
right in Arabia's remote Empty Quarter,
searching for black gold hardy men toil
amid howling winds and scorching sun.
As rugged machines wander wildly free
like tireless armies of booms and steel,
proud towering rigs on lonely oil wells
bore deep into earth's generous bosoms.
In desolation removed from the world,
striking symmetries on shifting sands!
behold the shy beauty of prickly shrubs
on quiet hillsides waiting for discovery.
While hues of softly changing colors rest
on sunlit peaks and hills by the shadow,
footprints I will leave on yielding ground,
faint traces that the wind shall soon erase.
Oh, just to frolic in these steep slopes
flat on my belly on a cardboard ship!
amazed finding that by just being here
takes me back to a childhood long ago.
Shaybah, in coming I did not conquer
for it’s you etching imprints in my brain,
marveling why beauty and riches often
lay hidden in isolation, it seems.
Shaybah is a newly discovered oil field
deep in Arabia's Empty Quarter, one of
the most desolate places on earth.
Through the lonely jagged road
Beneath the shades of thorny trees
By the precipice of the mountain-top
Against the mighty winds and waters
Lead me, and I will go.
Away from the borders of my father land
To the dry, hot desert land
To a hut, a perched house, a tent
Among a people of unpopular culture
Lead me, and I will go.
With a melody in my heart
A Word of Truth for my mouth
Daily bread for me to feed
An Angel to take the lead
Lead me LORD, and I will go.
Written & Authored by:
Ebenezer Olasunkanmi Akinrinade
I woke up this morning
Went to the kitchen
Looking for some-thing
For this morning
I was on a mission
I went in-to the Cabinet
To open my favorite box
It was closed and It was sealed
I shook it, yet
I could not hear...
Surely they were gone'
And so was my last beer'
Fore there in the box
Their wasn't a sound
So, I placed it on the table
Then I sat down,
Only something was strange
I couldn't figure it out
So, I clinched my mouth
And dumped the whole
I was looking for some-thing
That sweet taste for my mouth
But, that nice crispy cereal
With-out a doubt...
I ran to the bed room
And looked on the floor
Their was an empty bowl
The milk was still cold
So, I was perplexed
Didn't know what to say next
My EX was sleep
On her mouth I could smell CHEXS
But, what could I do
Cause I wouldn't go near her
Was this a thought
Or could it be real
It was so...
That was my best meal
My ex-GirL fRiend
Has just killed my last
Box of CHEKS
What will she do next
Heavens' why me
She is a Cereal Killer
Can't you see?
Of the Heart
When Fishing in the
Sea of Love
One simply must
Choose to use
Giant Mesa’s have gray,
Elephant- footed talus slopes.
That seem to be padding toward
Tumbleweeds play along their toes
And one, bullied by the wind,
Flies like a hawk to land
Where tumbleweeds never see!
This one lands akimbo on the
Never-ending electrical wires,
It’s belly blazing in the sun
Noticing a view from above
Seeing anew the world that it loves!
This tumbleweed waits in wonder
For another blast to set it free
All the while, the others
are keeping watch beneath.
The winds of change blow
and the tumbleweed
risks the jump, files through the air
and lands with a skip and a bump.
Her fellow plantlets give her a wild name
Happily she rolls along showing them a game.
New paths, seen from above
New paths to new places
New paths for races
The game of life goes on
By Lydia Grace Brescia March 29, 2011
Do you find your-self?
With-OUT a Ladder
And just don't know
What to do
Try the Law
Fore only good things'
Will come back to you
Plant yourself a Seed
And then you shall have
Just give it a little time
Soon you will be able
For the very first time...
The big, bad wolf wears a suit of gray with a snide smile.
Standing upright, he believes himself to be debonaire
as he takes his comb from his breast pocket and slicks back his hair.
Why does he flash his pearly white fangs
and file his claws 'til they're razor sharp?
He smells the fear of docile creatures; he taunts the weak,
stalking his prey while vultures circle overhead in waiting.
The face of evil in a fairy tale with girls wearing red cloaks
and shepherd boys watching their flocks on hillsides.
Flames like daggers from his yellow eyes pierce the pastoral images.
Clear skies become dark by his phantom-like shadows.
He walks tall in black boots of Italian leather
towering higher than treetops in their eyes
beyond the echoes of his menacing laughter.
The woodland creatures cower in their hiding places,
yet hope for a glimpse of the beautiful princess
in her dazzling horse-drawn carriage crossing the forest.
Through the darkness, the ancient land shines like an emerald
with fragrant flowers in bloom; the petals strewn her path
in a storybook from a child's shelf between rainbow bookends.
Surely, heavenly showers shall rain down on the land
and good shall overcome evil with rainbows coloring the pages
as an enchanted princess in a shimmering gown rights all wrongs,
though her strength is not immediately evident.
Melodious birds fly on the outskirts of the tale,
orbiting the forest without fear, searching for the light.
The princess, oblivious to danger, dances amongst the trees
calling the shy creatures from their hiding places.
She ignores the wolf's hideous laughter in a dream-state.
Looking for her prince, she kisses a frog to no avail
then spies three little pigs with curly tails and fearful eyes.
They know the wolf too well. His gray suit coats the dreams
of their happily ever afters. Our heroine, the princess, wipes their tears,
rolls up her sleeves, and builds a brick fortress.
She bravely changes history to her story not giving in to fear.
Fear only fuels her adrenalin rush 'til the job is done.
The wolf huffs and puffs, bites and claws unable to infiltrate.
He eventually sulks off on all fours with his tail between his legs
and is never heard from again. At least, not in this storyland.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
for Fairy Tails contest (Debbie Guzzi)
*the wolf is personified
Rondelet: Tau Ceti* Soul
Tau Ceti Soul
Four times Earth round our backyard sun
Tau Ceti Soul
Hope your Gods make one whole Goal
Here we say One and let blood run
Don't dare come here to overrun
Tau Ceti Soul
* "Astonomers have detected five possible alien planets
circling the star Tau Ceti, which is less than 12-light years
from Earth - a mere stone's throw in the cosmic scheme of
things." Mike Wall
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2012
Yiddy awdy those ticks are here to stay.
Here and there but everywhere astray.
Tick tack I am going to laugh at that.
On the Moon or on the Sun I have sat.
Jump started or kick started my day has begun.
I’m holding a life of lifetimes on the go or run.
Yicky yacky just what is it that I am to do?
Run all over the galaxies in search of you?
Shucks you mucks, I’d do it all over again.
But from time to time you stop when I begin.
It’s a life of life’s bundling into one row.
Yet it is step by step in which it can grow.
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2007
GREETINGS TO THE LODESTAR
Vain of metal ore that smiled
It is by you am steered
Guiding my principle in direction
You shine like magnetized
I lithe toward you as
We lissome to our destination
With your eye in dimension
I shall not be sorry when it’s over
Cos it ways is determination
Thou Icy wing “lay us pass”
To see they treasure
Remove thy odds from our
My sinus seep to sea, cos of
Sinking to shore
Sire your strength steered
My fate to shore
Wh’n I hold your face, I am
Cos, hope, fate, destiny is
My accelerando is powered
Thou the tides are high
The treasure must be found
When you bid me, I will
Cos life journey is unstandadize
REASON OF WRITING
This poem is written in the night in
my little room when watching The
stars, Lodestar is a bigger, it shines
very well and in those. Days when
voyage in the see was not of to day
every body looked of for lodestar
that gives direction to sailors. It is a
poem about our cause of journey in
life some of the time when we
succeed we give our thanks to our
guidance angel or lucky star it is this
star, angel an greeting begging to
guide our life affair in this world.
Life problem are so many that we
some time need this angel and lucky
star. So it is easier when traveling
with a guide, this makes it (life) not
1. They is a force that direct our
affairs in this world existence.
2. We should always pray for our
affairs to before in good hands to
enables us achieve our aim.
3. This world is difficult to go
through, it like our sailing in the sea
4. The sea of life needs a eye that
will guide us in this affairs.
5. We should always thank, greet
our lucky star or angel.
PLACE OF WRITING
Ameka, Ezza South L.G.A Ebonyi
State Nigeria where am doing my
It’s a great day,
When I can say,
I am the best me,
And you will see.
I will come to you in a dream,
I will be a shout with a scream.
I will be an unmistaken seed.
Balancing every want or need!
I am on a mission you see,
To be the very best of me,
There will be nothing to say.
The Moon will set my day.
I am the need,
The deep seed,
You will hear my scream,
Planting myself in a dream!
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2007
My heart still love him, my oppressor. Is it because of self-preservation why I love
him? Or Is it because I truly love him? I believe the latter is so, because I do not love
him of my own accord - God made me love him... the unlovable. But he does not love
me, even though, he ran after me. Why all that effort? I do not know. All I know he
is no longer chasing me; therefore, he stop loving me. Hence, my heart is broken.