Tuesday, October 30, 2012

High Scool Halloween Concert, BO the president, and Humorous Creatures!





 


Customs, strings, faces,
busy minds, noisy warm-ups,
October 29th.
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Stairways, socks on feet,
Blonde hairs, plus those black and brown
spirits, there, souls young.
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Conductor, teachers,
Weekly inspirations, mentors,
7pm, the party begins.

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Thursday, October 25, 2012

Fishing Thoughts




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One two three four five,
I caught a gudgeon in net,
I let it go, yeah!
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Gudgeon is a fish
that's tiny and nimble, it
swims to date its mate.
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Fishing is not fun
if you kill fish king gudgeon,
Give them space to live.
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Fish rhymes with wish,
Wishing rhymes with fishing,
I wish to see fish.

Friday, October 19, 2012

On Positive Thinking By Susan Ozella Hudson




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Happy is the person who has in life
a goal to scan,
Happy is the person who takes a challenge,
mold it in his mind:
He revamps his logic and theory,
He mends his fences,
He cracks the new opportunity
at his feet.
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Happy is the person who understands others,
Who lifts up the whole universe
in the palm of his hands:
He leans neither right hand nor left hand,
But rotates his energies
to emerge so that the world and he are one,
and Yes, he is happy
and thinking about it makes it divine.

Saturday, October 13, 2012

Vision




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Thursday Short Story Slam Week 29: Dramas and Freedom


Inside your body,
There's an ocean of fire.
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The water is boiling,
tearful rebirth,
A take of the transforming pills.
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The awareness from past failures,
Boom road home,
like mist above the ocean sailors.
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The bruises are deepened by salty water,
Imperfect cruises,
Illustrated buoyancy of hope along the shore.
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Different docks,
The same suffering,
Wait until 7am,
to share the same boat,
how surprising.

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

O, Breaking Heart By Bessie Davies





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Hyde Park Thursday Poets Rally Week 74 (October 4 -October 10



To feel your heart on the point of breaking;
To know the depths of despair, every sinew quaking;
To cry, until there are no tears left...
Just a heart lying heavy - and soul bereft,
eyes now dry and burning-
Past the stage of yearning-
Oh! In such times of sorrow and of loss.
"life's treasures on earth are but dross.
As each day seems ever greyer...
One's only answer is in prayer.