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Today I sit here thinking about the past.
Asking myself, and wondering if we are going to last.
I remain faithful to you by choice.
Yet, about our former mistakes, I cannot rejoice.
Betrayal is one thing I will not forgive.
My expectation is for us to stay together, for as long as we both shall live.
But sometimes life is unexpected, especially if one of us is feeling neglected.
Now that I have confirmed what I suspected.
It hurts to feel this way, and know you lied.
As you looked deep into my eyes, and promised me your love, for all eternity.
No one ever came as close to me as you, I never let them get that far within my innermost being.
Surrendering myself once in a lifetime, unthinkable it was that it would cause me so much pain.
From these words I can't refrain.
Yes, my love for you will be hard to eradicate, and for now it will remain.
After you have caused me endless strain.
In this precise moment, all I feel is sadness and sorrow.
Only hoping for a brighter, better, tomorrow.
As the light turned red, she reached for the door handle
About to jumpt out of the car
When all of a sudden
He slammed on the brakes
Reaching passed her,
He pulled the opening door shut.
She felt his weight against her chest
His close proximity unnerved her
And she pressed as far back into her seat as she dared
Hoping to create space, so he wouldn’t sense
The mad pounding of her heart.
“That was not wise,” he said. His voice was not angry, but tired, sad.
“You could have gotten hurt if a motorcyclist was passing by.”
“I’m a big girl,” she shot back hotly. “I think I can handle myself.”
He sighed..
“Listen, whether you like it or not
Or you find my presence repulsive or not,
I promised your brother to get you home safely
And I will honor my word.”
The light changed, and he continued driving,
But not before he said softly, “I’m sorry I reacted strongly.
My wife died in a car crash. It was avoidable.”
She could hear the anguish in his voice
And as she turned to look at him
She noticed that the cloud of memory
Was producing rain out of those sky blue eyes
“I’m...I'm so sorry,” she whispered.
Without even thinking…
She reached across and touched his arm.
He looked at her
His expression pained and yet,
There was a tenderness in his eyes
He seemed to be looking right into her heart
Knowing about her pain
Reading her frustration with disappointed love
But how could he know
“Love like that comes once in a lifetime,” she whispered
Shocked at her impulsiveness
She looked down at her hands
“You are so like her,” his voice was pained.
This was one confession she did not want to hear
Nor would she absolve it.
“You have her spirit: carefree, bold, passionate, full of life, wild, and”…..
He looked straight at her, “amazingly beautiful.”
He pulled into her street and parked the car outside
Her apartment building.
Before she could thank him, he was out of the car.
Coming to her side, he opened the door
Gave her his hand and helped her out.
“This is not necessary, really,” she protested.
“I’m a man of my word. I said I’d see you home safely.
I won’t leave till you are inside.”
Eileen Manassian Ghali
To be continued....
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Accept the challenges so that you can feel the exhilaration of victory.
Satisfaction lies in the effort, not in the attainment, full effort is full victory.
Cricket now is definitely a professional team sport.
The World Cup is a very important way to measure the good players, and the great ones. It is a test of a great player.
We have a great sense of togetherness. It is our team spirit that has taken us to this World Cup.
The World Cup is not just a great global sporting event, it is also inscribed with much deeper cultural and political importance.
The beauty of the World Cup is that while thirty-two countries get to cheer for their respective teams, the event also affirms a global pluralism - it is as much a festival of cultural multiplicity as it is a competition featuring some of the best athletes in the world.
Cricket is a most precarious profession; it is called a team game but, in fact, no one is so lonely as a batsman facing a bowler supported by ten fieldsmen and observed by two umpires to ensure that his error does not go unpunished.
The world is coming down
the flags of the winning country are up.
who wanna be no.1
who's gonna take up the world cup.
who will it be,
who'll be king,
it's once in a lifetime chance.
who'll rule the world.
gotta see who rule the world.
If you believe in yourself and have dedication and pride - and never quit, you'll be a winner. The price of victory is high but so are the rewards.
By Miss Aliza Kashmala Kiran.
For I’ve never seen glitters bursting at the night sky.
A fête to remember once in a lifetime!
Like rainbow colors popping, they fly so high!
Wondering they gleam and twinkle at daytime.
A fête to remember once in a lifetime!
Fireworks were made to draw dazzling smiles at nightfall.
Wondering they gleam and twinkle at daytime,
But now, I should cherish this moment once and for all.
Fireworks were made to draw dazzling smiles at nightfall.
Like rainbow colors popping, they fly so high!
But now, I should cherish this moment once and for all,
For I’ve never seen glitters bursting at the night sky.
April brings in the overcast darkened skies,
and wet days yet to come.
Rainy days linger, and don't allow the
slightest peek, from the rising sun.
A beautiful Monarch butterfly is resting still
on a Wisteria vine.
Taking in her fragrant scents, that are so
deliciously divine.
The days turn into months, as the seasons
brings in climatic changes.
Mother Nature then waves her wand
shortening her days, as she watches falling
leaves do their spiral dances.
Vibrant hues transcend upon the picturesque
landscape imagery, as ripened leaf colors, overwhelm
leaving a visual memory.
A bright harvest moon adorns, the silhouette
of a night owl, perched on a branch.
Watching this outstanding image, and
savoring this once in a lifetime surreal glance.
This wet weather has hugged the pumpkins,
with a covering of frost.
No abundant harvest this fall, as farmers
sadly give up, their cherished crops.
As time progresses, there is a burnt leaf smell
lingering in the frigid air, and a cold shivering
gusty north wind blowing, through my hair.
The light snow starts falling, creating a white
canvassed impression,
As children play and make snowmen, in this
wintery illustration.
Michael Tor
They're once in a lifetime
These moments of joy
The first time you rattle
That colourful new toy
Your first day at school
With the rest of the kids
Your hair all slicked down
Bad smells Mom got rid
The ultimate joy
Of your first tender kiss
The shock when she tells you
Her period she missed
A puff from a cigarette
Makes you dizzy and ill
The beer in the closet
I remember it still
The joy of first child
The smell of their skin
The softness of touch
Their sweet tiny grin
Your first big promotion
The raise that you get
The first time you notice
A grey hair NO NOT YET!
Middle age quickly follows
With a sickening thud
It's all over now
Your life is pure crud
The sixties are next
And retirement awaits
Where did it go
You're in a hell of a state
Then someone says wryly
You've had a good life
'Whatcha crabbing about?'
But it still cuts like a knife
These tender sweet moments
You experience through time
You'll remember them fondly
And treasure the climb
Hold on to them tightly
They won't come again
They're once in a lifetime
They're to treasure my friend
Deeds are done and battles are won before the universe began, sometimes in remote places in the school room and board room of the ages, in the hallways of congress or when the newborn is milking its mother’s breast or sometimes in the basement of a stranger. Angry eyes stare at each other signaling that the universe is running out of water. And man falls on his knees and cries out to the gods above and if the Gods see it fit, it will open the clouds and pour the rivers of heavens down and let it soak the ground.
Where good deeds are formed honors are born; where bad deeds are done man perish in his own scorn. You loiter in dark places searching for the modern ages; but no one can see what the future has waiting for thee. If you go before it or you lag behind, the sacrifice will be thine. The heart is displeased when you perform bad deeds, the universe is one of a kind and it is waiting in line so pay attention to the time and know what is divine.
Where good deeds are done the sun doesn't go down. Where good deeds are done, they don’t drink vodka, Osaki or ovenproof white rum; your heart knows when it's time to make that bet and you will feel the sweat. Predictions are waving in the skies, but reality will tell you where to go when heaven closes the show.
I see them whispering in each other ears, exchanging money and moving chairs. I see them arguing over simple matters and sometimes disagreement drag them down into the gutter. It is the part of it that you did not see that comes back to haunt thee. A once in a lifetime chance is slipping away, and the moment is silently fading away.
When deeds are done in secret places, the universe reveals its poker face; When deeds are done in open space man’s conscience burns where his heart fail to discern. Take me to sea and let her waves washes over me, where good deeds are done battles are won.
She is enclosed in his makeshift hourglass he has buried her within surrounded by grains of sand that trickle past
She is immobilized as she tries to see through the pain of her tears, but her vision is blurred by the smeared glass that she has smudged with her rising fear
What did she do to deserve this? She only wanted his love to last, but instead he enclosed her here behind this wall of glass
Before he slipped her through the opening, he seductively kissed her lips, and told her that she will always be with him for as long as the time exists
But once the sands diminish through the thin walls and reach their resting place, as will her memory to him as it will vanish without a trace
He has no need to flip it over after all their time has come to an end, so now that the sand has settled so has her heartbeat within
It was a slow death, one that she did not deserve, but he wanted her all to himself but only in the way that for him it would work
He couldn’t be with her, not in the way that she wanted him to, so he killed her slowly and watched her die until the time was through
Now he has a constant reminder, a sadistic trophy on display, of the woman that once loved him in a glass contraption, in all of her nakedness surrounded by time that slipped away
Sometimes he dreams of turning it over just to watch as the grains slip past, the curvature of her body within the looking glass
But he dares not disrupt the beauty that he chose to create, because perfection happens once in a lifetime, and he already sealed her fate
He is afraid that if he touches the fragile glass then it may possibly break, and he couldn’t bear to lose the girl in the hourglass that to him is nothing but a reminder of a mistake he wishes he never made.
Worship not your turtles on Tuesday
Driving a convertible in traffic is inadvisable
Places you at risk, in peril of bird droppings
Never yawn with mouth open and head up
Yawning is sacrilegious with seat belts off
If you have daughters, don't!
They are not turtles and this is not Vegas
If you have sons, feed them peanuts
They will not become elephants all of a sudden
But they are cheaper than you think
And much cheaper than pink
If you play cards on Thursday be warned
Turtles don't drink or smoke or gamble
Too many decks makes them sleepy
Don't worry about convertibles
Turtles drive trucks but not well
Never on Doomsday or Wednesday
That would be asking too much
They have trouble with the clutch
Doomsdays come around once in a lifetime
Never on Wednesday because that is canasta night
Beer and pretzels are free
(Bring your own pretzels and beer)
Leave your turtles at home
Worship them not on Tuesday
Canasta should never be trifled with
Bring two decks for security
A blanket of warmth cossets us with calm. The grey of sky & sea melts & meets, Screening the shingled scene as anticipation rises, Eyes strain, expectation fades
Berry stained hands hold the-cups-that-cheer, As we await a revealed curtain raiser, That declares the reality of time & space.
Two lighted ships, bulks unseen glow to confirm Life lives. In the void the power station, Back-lights, the Eastern edges of the stage.
Surely, we’re not abandoning such an emotive ‘play’ for homes! As a once in a lifetime promised Indian summer’s come true.
(Memories of Pett Level. Sept. 2016.)