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Premium Member Wisdom (An Emily Dedicated To Brian Strand)

A sprinkle of sage enhances the flavour of rice
A sage enhances the flavour of  life.

 .               ~~~~~~~~~~        


A Tribute to Brian Strand
Written:  December 30, 2009

An Emily:is a 2(or sometimes 3) line paradox form of poetry created by Brian Strand 
(labelled thus, inspired by Emily Dickinson poem 1732).It may or may not have a title,uses a 
word with separate meanings,(or one that sounds the same,with a different spelling) with the 
intention to mean several things; thereby, to enhance the thought's ambiguity/enigma.

Eminem

I am just a fan who wants to make a stand
To tell a tale, to a great rapper
Dark eyes,lost soul
A thousands words covered in gold.

Who are you?
EMINEM - encourage-able ,mighty,important,nutritious,eager and memorable
You are bless
Thousand may break you
Millions may destroy you.

But you are a warrior
Great ,fearless,brave and noble 
Destine to fulfill a plan
It is written for every record that is sold

There is a journey to be told
A heart to be broken
A friend to encounter
A lover yet to discover.

Lonely heart, buried feelings
Secret thought don't be shy
Don't be cruel 
You are loved by millions and missed by all.

Destiny

I am always calling,
But never too loudly.
I may find you among winds,
Blotting out the sighs
Of the fearful,
But never may you know
The concept of what is endured
Through chemistry. Through
Dimensions among the drops
Between blood trails,
I exfoliate among branches
Growing out from the sides
Of mundane nature.
If a loved one falls
I ignite
To be pursued,
To be honored,
To be found
And to be destroyed,
But if I turn my back toward agony
I may find the correct procedure
To carry out useful plans,
Infinitely. Even if
It kills me, I will
Find my valor.


Linda-Marie the Sweetheart of P S

Linda-Marie the poetess extraordinaire
Has an exceptional flair
Of showing friendship and kindness
With a lot of tenderness
To her P S pals
Whether guys or gals
Her talents immense
And perfect sense
Are seen in her poems
All those adorable rhymes
Which all adore
And ask for more
May her new life begin
And love may reign
Wherever she may be.

Just Me Being Me

by Michael J Falotico

                                           Time has passed by with many crossroads..
                                           Although I can't throw a baseball the same,
                                         I do now understand a lot more of the game..
                                              I may not hold my own in the trenches 
                                                  of football like when I was a teen..
                                            But now have the insight to pick a winning
                                                               fantasy team..
                                         I may never have my paintings hung at MOMA.
                                               But still my walls have a certain glow..
                                         If my words never make it to the bestseller list,
                                           or even put to a tune so two lovers can kiss..
                                              I will still be able to have my Poetry Soup..
                                     A place of a mazing friends and Poets all in one group..


Dedicated to all of Poetry Soup
Thank you for making this a place
for me to "Be Me"...love you all

My Appeal To Her

My Appeal to her

 

He is in the last bed with your thoughts and

He is sinking in to the last hale

He is suffering to see your face

Though you are not here

His eyes are searching your face

It is my appeal to you to see him at least before his

                                                                  Death

He is unable to forget your smile and

He is disable to forget the days of his past

Though it may be in his twenty

He is suffering in his fifty past thirty long years

It is appeal to you to set free from his pains and

Allow him to go to his last sleep at least

 

Though you may have kiths and kin’s

Nothing wrong to heal his soul at present

If you come and show your face with love

It is enough to him to go with peace

 

SAKTHI S RAVICHANDRAN

LECTURER IN ENGLISH

PATTAMMAL ALAGESAN COLLEGE OF ARTS AND SCIENCE    ATHUR

CHENGALPATTU   TAMILNADU INDIA


My Appeal To Her

My Appeal to her

 

He is in the last bed with your thoughts and

He is sinking in to the last hale

He is suffering to see your face

Though you are not here

His eyes are searching your face

It is my appeal to you to see him at least before his

                                                                  Death

He is unable to forget your smile and

He is disable to forget the days of his past

Though it may be in his twenty

He is suffering in his fifty past thirty long years

It is appeal to you to set free from his pains and

Allow him to go to his last sleep at least

 

Though you may have kiths and kin’s

Nothing wrong to heal his soul at present

If you come and show your face with love

It is enough to him to go with peace

 

SAKTHI S RAVICHANDRAN

LECTURER IN ENGLISH

PATTAMMAL ALAGESAN COLLEGE OF ARTS AND SCIENCE    ATHUR

CHENGALPATTU   TAMILNADU INDIA

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