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.
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.
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.
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.
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
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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