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Feeling lost and tensed
Being tired of everything
And obsessed with many things
What to do, don't know?
Just lost in myself, neither anyone nor everyone
Just finding myself in the world around me.
Worried about many things but the actual
worry isn't about finding myself,
Soo is about when?
Lost in myself but still can't find myself
The child inside me has gone far away
Given his shelter to an adult man,
responsibilities and realities......
Juggling high to be in the race of life
without quitting or looking back.
This word isn't so easy for living so
"Let me test myself,
Let me know the worth of my time and responsibilities"
It is not just about finding myself,
So is about what I have to become....
Oneday i will findout myself
But till then,
"Let the hunt go on"
"Let the hustle go on"
"Let me test myself"
"Let me find my path to find myself".
The destiny I am moving towards isn't easy,
Feeling scared to move alone
Hope to find myself soon
Accompany myself with me on the way to my destiny
The day I would find myself will be the beginning of my successful life.
Has anyone met Cyril Redhead?
He once was a Teacher of mine; On Paper he was ment to teach Maths... But in reality, this man just Preached Christ!
Has anyone met Cyril Redhead?
We only met a few times; Around 28 years ago... I hope he's doing all right!
Has anyone met Cyril Redhead?
he wouldn't remember my name - or recognise my picture, or my face, in any frame.
Has anyone met Cyril Redhead?
I was struggling at the time, Sent to adult college young - I couldn't cope with School life..
Has anyone Met Cyril Redhead?
I only showed up a few times,,
A Truant dealing with bereavement, and Drugs - my Father had died...
Has anyone met Cyril Redhead?
He taught me at Granville Road... I remember none of his Maths! But remember the Truth - Cyril spoke.
Has anyone Met Cyril Redhead?
This servant of God I once met! His message was just to treat Others - How YOU would like to be treat!
Has anyone met Cyril Redhead?
Does anyone hold this man dear? He showed up and taught me a lesson - then Poof! He just disappeared!
King of the animales!
This is the easiest way to describe a lion
It likes to bask in their brilliance
Lions are big cats with a short tawny coat
which is lighter on the underside
White lions occur - but they are not albinos
Lions are outgoing and everybody's favorites
All lions have claws retractable
Mine is decorated with nail polish
Lion's element is fire
Energy - intuition - power
The typical lion is creative - strong-willed
temperamental and dramatic
The weight of a lion is considered normal 160-275 kg
I try to stay under 60 kg
The average age 17-18 years among lionesses
but there are examples where they can be closer to 21 years old
Males are often around 16 years old
Die young and beautiful
The best hunters in a lion pride is the lionesses
Yes, I feel like a hunter every time I go in the store
An adult male lion can eat up to 43 kg of meat in one day
My male lion must get by with much less
... Imagine if my male lion was 275 kg
The male lion is polite and patient externally
but arrogant and vain inside
He is impulsive and good at repairing things
Can you roar like a lion
The lions are among the best roar holders
An adult lion's roar can be heard up to 8 km distance
Dinner .... finished ..... come and eat!!!
We as humans makes sure that the children receive food
But in the world of lions the adults eat before the kids
Stability and stubbornness - scratch and dent in the trees
marks their area - putting the wedding ring on the finger
My fate planet is the sun -
My luck stone is the diamond
I have a great temperament and a huge demand for attention
But I am among many well known and famous LIONS:
Crown Princess Mette-Marit (Norway), Mick Jagger, Napoleon Bonaparte
Fidel Castro, Bill Clinton, Moussolini, Jacquelin Kennedy
Carl Jung, Alfred Hitchcock and Arnold Schwarzenegger
08.07.2014
A-L Andresen :)
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Contest Name Poem with a Theme: Zodiac Sign
Sponsor Leonora Galinta
Deadline 8/8/2014
- Thank you for my 2nd place in the contest, Leonora :) -
A émigré`s Dilemma
I have lived in this foreign country for a long time, longer than I should
For many seasons I have seen, my hair is gray and my brow wrinkled
seeking an understanding of a life that makes no sense.
I know their culture, have read Fernando Pessoa sing their
songs, but I came here as an adult, and my heart is not there.
I wanted to be a part of this Iberian country, but when
remembering a lullaby, my mother used to sing, when the party
It's over, I know I’m a pretender.
I have lived here too long, but if I go back to my old country
I will be a stranger in a town where no one knows my name,
And I will dream of a mythical Portugal.
life is a mystery to be lived and not a problem to be solved
for life as we experience it moves from easy to hard
if you look back to your younger days you will discover
that as you've matured some of the mystery of life has been uncovered
you have come to understand why your parents had all those rules and stipulations
now as an adult dealing with the bills and the kids you understand the complications
If you look at the terrible circumstances happening in the Gulf of Mexico
where the Oil Industry worked without less governmental control
"drill baby drill" is what the Tea party and Republicans ranted about
now facing one of the biggest disasters its at the President whom they now shout
those individuals who wanted less Big Government rules and regulations
are now demanding that Big Government fix this horrible situation
The Bible tells us that we should in God place all of our trust
for He is the omnipotent source that created us
for us not to lean towards our own understanding
but to follow the formula for life that God is commanding
God made a perfect world that humans keeps trying to remake
we've let the sin of greed take us over which results in big mistakes
we need to understand that there is no other force nor any other foundation
that has the power or the fortitude to deal with all of life's situations
The formula for living is to let go and let God
trust in him and allow Him to take control of our minds and hearts
the formula for living is to take to God in prayer
and then let the will of God direct our behavior
we need to profess it and confess it
we need to address it and then let God bless it
So develop a relationship with God and always included Him in the mix
seek His wisdom and wise counsel for there is nothing He can't fix
the formula for living, the formula for life
is before you do anything make sure it's been blessed by the Lord Christ
My pup is such a fluffy lump
Cute and sweet and quiet plump.
He chews, he plays, wees on the mat
And tends to annoy the kitty cat.
He yaps and yaps growls and yaps
And likes to sleep on my lap.
He loves to play with his favourite toy
My cushions he'd chew and destroy.
The yaps and yaps are now barks
His growls are deeper like his bark.
His voice has changed as he's grown
Deeper in sound; adult in tone.
Now full grown and older in years
He still has his floppy pup ears.
His puppy voice has now long gone
But still does his squeaky pup yawn.
He guards, loves games, but not a bath
Does funny things that make me laugh.
He's slowing down as his age creeps up
But he will always be my yap, yap pup.
Contest Name Writing Challenge 'V' Words
Sponsor Constance La France
21.04.23
~Dragonflies~
(American 767)
Dragonflies are odonata
they have close large eyes
bigger than the damselflies
Have slender bodies two wings
Variety numerous
they eat other small insects
Attack small fish and tadpoles
eat mosquitos and midges
they live in diverse biotope
Some are found in ponds and swamps
Prefer to live in wetlands
Some live in lakes acidic bogs
Male grasps the head of female
Sperm transfer fertilizes eggs
Some female lays eggs alone
Eggs dropped in aquatic plants
or directly in water
Some larvas stage in ponds marshes
When ready to change into adult
They climb out of the water
Shed skin become dragonfly
Dragonflies are unique insects
Colorful beautiful
Adults can live up to two months
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2009
October.28.2015
When I was a kid on the bus,
I looked at all that surrounded us,
out the window I always gazed
seeing old fields, half-trees, half-hay,
beyond them rose a forest wall,
maples and pines, stately and tall,
past that rose a line of low hills,
I could never really get my fill.
My mind imagined trekking there,
discover mysteries if I dare,
what awaited in that country
always had an allure to me.
But as I grew it became clear,
for centuries folks had been here,
the forest and hills were settled long,
to other people they belonged.
‘No Trespassing’ posted everywhere,
made my young mind feel despair,
I thought I was a pioneer,
but my small world had no frontiers.
Of course then I became a teen,
travelled often with a ski team,
to the Catskills, Adirondacks,
upstate New York, it does not lack
wilderness to tempt outdoors souls,
whether summer warm or winter cold
it seemed an endless, vast expanse,
evergreens that held me entranced,
I trampled mountains, ancient stone,
walked America’s rocky bones,
and though it seemed ever empty,
things started to appear to me
that though it was a wild place,
humans had long known this space.
I saw names carved on mountain’s high,
chiseled in eighteen sixty-five!
I trampled down old logging roads
that my great grandpa must’ve known,
though I felt like a pioneer,
this no longer was a frontier.
As an adult it just got worst,
though I traveled and saw the world,
the wild west where cowboys play,
Scottish Highland’s misty days,
northern taiga filled with big bears,
but human sign was everywhere.
No hidden lands, no unknown stretch,
no place for people who feel best
away from laws, rules, and permits,
there’s nowhere left for us hermits.
Some say we’ll find it in the stars,
but the cost of that can stop the heart,
you can’t just walk to Mars freely,
and if you could, you couldn’t breathe.
With nowhere left to roam on Earth,
yet still burned by the wandering urge,
it’s hard for us poor pioneers
stuck on a world with no frontiers.
I din't travel by bus to school
Neither did my mother drive me there
With my friends and cousins
I had the best of childhood fun
During my primary school days
On my way to school
Early start from home
The tropical sun was warm
Kids from the neighborhood
Joined as we marched by
To feel the magic of the forest
On my way to school
Avoiding the main road
And the cobbled village lane
Away from the adult eyes
Swayed by the occult cries
Of the magic creepy crawlies
On my way to school
Shuffling through the silky webs
Of the watchful Arachno- spies
Slowing at the sight of scorpions
And the scurrying beetles and centipedes
We bent and crawled in the woods
On our way to school
The subtle sweet taste
Of the wild cardamoms
Was hardly enough to suck
and spit the pungent seeds
Yet it was a weird delicacy
On my way to school
Shiny purple Passion fruits
Velvety blue wild olives
Inky violet Bovitiyas
Rasamora and blackberries
Stimulated the taste buds
On my way to school
The years have gone by
Dwellings have reached the sky
Cobbled lane has disappeared
Motor cars are revered
I wander what the kids do now
On their way to school
Smokey hillside, offers flavors
of privacy bared open.
Reading like futuristic three,
maybe fourth dimensional sign
that says "open".
The neighbors business blabbed
all around by "Miss social, "the "original", organic-loving and down to earth hippie.
She corrals Betty's stew and wafts it up for my senses to approve.
As I walk the lush and the crunch
of her ravine.
She carries on about what a beautiful day it is-
Showing me the harmony of relationships that the greenery of the Glade has procured out of Barter alone.
Lifting my shirt in a tuft of tantalizing-underhandedness,
to persuade me to agree.
As she sneaks a charming smile
simultaneous in pure corruption to let it go down easy.
A sugarpill for my already cult hypnotized serenity.
Field urchin pick pockets flirt the occasional cameo, with tails in question or exclamation.
To show I'm headed the right way.
Like sports judges, critiquing my
choice of approach or in the approach my body language parlays.
The autumn air has an air to it.
A magic that lies in hibernation
the rest of the year,
letting you think it may never return.
But here it is mixed with stove smoke and creating thin tendriled and adult curved imagery from the chimneys, in snapshot fluidity.
Slow and easy so that I don't
miss a thing.
After a bit I find the birds want me to critique this time.
After getting poll position,
and stuffing their feathers,
they sound off.
With a contrived, but surprisingly,
not at all nauseating display of
look how small I am but!....overacting cutesy.
In a way, it's a bit disgusting.
In it's neediness in competition.
What is this Star Search?
I chose my favorite after long deliberation.
But told no one, so that no feelings
were hurt and next walk will be a
continuation, thawed, right in step
with today.