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When an angel would flow into our breath
That golden moment seldom we can know
Whenever that sublime sunrise occurs
A happiness glow builds its nest on our face
The police sergeant was controlling traffic
In spite of green signal he suddenly stopped all cars
Grin surfaced on the initially annoyed drivers
The sergeant walked an old man across the road
The teacher loved his pupil's mother
Her husband asked her to sleep with him
Looking into her eyes in question he said
The cancer patient is on the verge of death
A couple of days back I lost my purse
With two debit cards along with PIN record
I lost my balance of mind in a trauma
All advised me to report it to the police station
I was about to drive for the station house
A domestic aid appeared like an angel
With the purse in hand and smile on his face
I had dropped it when alighting from the car
Rain clouds lodge in certain souls' DNA
At the slightest heat and dust of exigency
Pearl like drops of pink and green empathy
Moisten their heart towards a rose garden
Out of the blue sometimes a golden hand
Warmly holds your anxious palm in sweat
Reassured you look with green gratefulness
Like a full moon a random help has walked in
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09/02/2017
The art of musing isn’t hard to learn
Instead of tablets,screens,electric toys=…….
A spacious mind may entertain the spurned
We sometimes learn this when we need to mourn
As companions leave, of sympathy devoid
The art of musing isn’t hard to learn.
As milk ‘s transformed to butter as we churn
So sorrow’s ale brings memories of joy
A spacious mind may entertain the spurned
The art of living is one art we earn
By patience and with tempers un-annoyed
The art of musing isn’t hard to learn
As life goes by,how greatly we may yearn
For lovers lost in wars akin to Troy
A spacious mind can entertain the spurned.
Unlike that mistress tempted to be coy,
We open up our our minds to marvelled joy
The art of musing isn’t hard to learn
A spacious mind may entertain the spurned
Mom and Jesus are together in Heaven and they're in paradise.
She's much happier than she was on Earth and that's precise.
When I learned how sick Mom was, it hurt and annoyed me.
When she died last March, it damn nearly destroyed me.
I loved that woman more than anybody I've ever known.
It's good that Mom is in paradise even though I'm alone.
Jesus loves Mom, I know that is true.
He loves Mom, he loves me and he loves you.
Jesus now holds Mom in his arms and that is nice.
One day in the future, we'll join them in paradise.
[Dedicated to Jesus and to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.]
My cat went a roaming to find a new home.
Sing kitty,sing katty,sing Oh!
This cat was so clever he had his own comb.
Look up,now look down,stone the crows!
He went into the neighbours' and drank all their milk.
Sing,fridge raiding kitties.No,No!
Then he laid himself down on a piece of fine silk.
Sing,what the dickens,my lovely pillow!
He went to the butcher and ate all the steak.
Sing greedy,he's ruined my flow.
Then he went to the hairdresser for a shampoo.
Where else can a puttitat go?
He had no plastic,no money,no cheque!
Sing,cheater,sing creature,sing woe.
She sent for a Copper who paid the cat's bill.
And so my puss came out all aglow.
Now my cat was glossy and plump and refreshed.
Sing:fancy,it all goes to show.
So he came home and said this place is best.
And he picked up his cello and bow.
He scraped some Sibelius and also some Grieg.
Sing: Northern lights can always glow.
But,he looked so self satisfied,I felt annoyed....
One should not let one's narcissism show.
But he was so handsome,I was glad he came home.
Sing,grateful,sing katefull,sing Ho!
And I hope he will never again want to roam.
Sing glory.sing story;Sing So!
How to recognise a sheep - let me tell you, dear
The rules are simple, so take note of what I tell you here.
You can rule out any creature that has fingers, fur, or wings
Amongst its decorations, for sheep don't have these things
Neither will you see it with a scarf on, or a hat
Unless you see it eating one - a sheep just might do that.
But you don't see them on bicycles, and rarely on a train
They will not use umbrellas, not even in the rain
They are not messy like a pig, or grumpy like a goat
They do not delve in politics, though many of them vote.
A sheep's by nature placid, it will never get annoyed
Its brain is strained by nothing - it will contemplate the void,
But mind and body wander, it is prone to go astray
And it runs in one direction which is, typically, away.
If you see it climbing high, or swinging in the trees
These are not the sort of things that sheep can do with ease
Typically, your average sheep can normally be found
Standing with four little hooves placed firmly on the ground.
If he's standing in a field, on four legs and on grass
If he does not look that he'll molest you if you pass
If he's looking woolly, in body and in mind
With a woolly face in front, and woolly tail behind
If he looks around with the tranquillity of sleep
That will be a sheep, my dear,
That will be a sheep!
Fingers toy with my nearly worn out bank card.
Not too confident, I hold onto my nerves, hard.
Ahead, petty items in her trolley hold me slowed.
The cashier stops, lengthily examining a bar code.
I glance around at the growing queue, blindly.
I bump into him, behind me, and I apologize kindly.
I let him precede me, my morals climbing high.
He hesitates with three items, as if not sure which to buy.
I tend him a basket which he aloofly ignores.
Disconcerted, my eyes divert to the store's doors.
The cashier waits for the cash, visibly well trained.
He fishes in a pocket then empties another, unrestrained.
Some coins roll and find the cashier’s impatient fingers.
But she waits with smile fixed as he lingers.
At last he finds his notes, all bundled.
His shaking hands proudly tug one crumbled.
He peers at it and slowly returns it back to place.
Another he places, unsure, in hand tended with grace.
Suddenly he pulls it back, deciding it was not the right one!
Now this, he checks carefully; it is a larger one.
He gave it away, not looking very happy.
The cashier’s patience is waning, visibly.
But she amounts the cash and helps him as he packs.
Then he gets annoyed as his long bread roll cracks.
He halts and decides to break it into three; it goes into the bag.
The cashier turns with a bright smile to a queue in lag!
When you feel you're always controlled,
Like you've not got a choice,
Always questioning if your ever enough,
Letting others drown out your voice.
Feeling like you can never win,
No matter how hard you've tried,
To be left sat stewing alone,
Annoyed how many times you've cried.
Forever the victim to their games,
Enforcing the blame on to you,
Eventually their mask will fall off,
Revealing all you thought was true.
Where you can't see any closure,
Convinced it'll always be the same,
Leave that haunting never ending story,
You're not the one to blame.
As you slowly begin to learn,
Some people watch hoping you fall,
Use that to fuel your fire,
Making a fool out them all.
Begin to believe your inner power,
Start finding the strength to leave,
It's then when you can eventually,
Be able to rest and receive.
Finally there comes an ending point,
You will know when you know,
The only way to move on,
Face your fear to let go.
Guy Patterson worked in his family's appliance store.
However, he was destined to achieve much more.
This drummer led a garage band from Erie, Pennsylvania
to become famous all over America.
With some help from Playtone label's Mr. White,
the Wonders ascended to an unbelievable height.
After a spot on a national network television show,
the four man group saw their popularity grow.
Band member Jimmy had differences with his girl, Fay.
Totally annoyed, Jimmy quit and walked away.
Despite this tragic and unexpected thing,
this story still managed to have a happy ending.
Based on the 1996 film "That Thing You Do".
worshipful master’s fez kept slipping off his head.
he was irritated and blamed the trumpet flower.
tittering faeries kept him irritated, this honored Ted.
Ted sat in their bouquet, annoyed by their power.
they had him all confused and curiously tense.
with their girly charms and their faerie ways.
he sat among their giggling in masculine suspense.
wondering what they had in mind for him these days.
smiling smirking faeries are first fun, but they sometimes turn.
his grandpa found out when his heart was captured by one.
gramps lives a life of toil and work, driven hard by his wife Fern.
a faerie who keeps him busy while she flies off and has the fun.
Out of the darkness of night
crept the dawn.
Steaming with thirst,
the dry mouth sun rose—
inebriating itself with morning
dew—leaving sparkling stars of green
scattered across the quilted earth.
The graying, languid sea,
annoyed by quiet cheerful winds,
laboriously molded lethargic waves;
lethargic waves of fickle frothed faces
falling upon the pillowed shores.
Above, a lone sea gull
slices through the salt laden air—
leaving an invisible trail—memories
left behind by the perilous journey’s end.
Laying in the roped womb
of verandah hammock, I cracked a smile,
and humming praises to the Creator,
gave thanks for sharing another birth of day.