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Engkru
POETS and WRITERS
POETS and WRITERS
| Leonid's Anniversary must be something 'bout this time of year charcoally glow about evening skies a post-coital lethargy after the tremours after argumentative clouds have had their say head's clearing pressure in September's turbulent fluctuations easing with a cooler air flow leaves though ought to be falling 'cept now it's your heart losing it's coagulated memories seered then scythed then steam emanating and still the waiting 2nd time around not hyped by the paparazzi you'll flash by unheralded no doubt your glass eyed devotees will still be there scopes and lenses trained toward perhaps one lazing in an amateurs' armchair gaze becomes an increasingly hypnotic stare camped out aloft, atop a hill Khruengthaep's illuminations do nothing of the sort blinding us from your brilliance neon never served anyone too well 'cept foolish country boys flitting around with eyes agape lured then like dimwitted moths the aficionados will want none of that instead in an as nocturnal a place as can be instilling instinct to take over some primordial fluids excreted allowing the rapt pupil to concentrate completely optical aperture amplified underexposed approaching the natural utterly good looking on your journey hope you never feel cramped the speckled skies your sluice and slide we mere mortals merely basking in your brevity and light I hear this year your friends come too be glad to see you next time you're passing through ---- James McNamara ----- PEOPLE People are unreasonable, illogical and self-centered. Love them anyway. If you do good, people will accuse you of having a hidden agenda. Do good anyway. If you are successful, you will win false friends and true enemies. Succeed anyway. Honesty and frankness make vulnerable. Be honest and frank anyway. The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow. Do good anyway. The biggest people with the biggest ideas can be shot down by the Smallest people, with the smallest minds, think big anyway. People favor underdogs but only follow underdogs. Fight for some underdogs anyway. What you spend building years building maybe destroyed overnight. Build anyway. -------Anonymous------- Refreshing Songs What an awesome praise and worship songs I've heard and reached heaven-wide All my life I have been longing to sing along With open heart, mind, and soul unlimited You must hear this song that really touches Our inner spiritual longing to our eternal love We need every second of our lives and times Try not to doubt about this real omnipotent dove We are abounding in love and in everything We have our personal choice and conviction Let the needle hole enters your true meaning Your life is at stake, cling unto thy true station For you alone can make the gist as crystal clear Like a stream running water with fresh leaves On top of the exclusive wet colorless peacemaker Refreshing music touches spiritual lives for reasons J.A.H. Poetry.com Publications 2002-2006 Copyright © 2007 engkru.com. All Rights Reserved |
Each Passing Night
Each passing night,
Never miss to say a prayer
So everything be all right.
Each passing night,
Reminiscing our shared memories
Your presence seems in sight.
Each passing night,
Just listening to your voice
Turns my next day bright.
Each passing night,
Wanna go to sleep with you
To make me feel secured and light.
Each passing night,
Wish you were here
To hold you tight.
---Jshey---
Each passing night,
Never miss to say a prayer
So everything be all right.
Each passing night,
Reminiscing our shared memories
Your presence seems in sight.
Each passing night,
Just listening to your voice
Turns my next day bright.
Each passing night,
Wanna go to sleep with you
To make me feel secured and light.
Each passing night,
Wish you were here
To hold you tight.
---Jshey---
I don't remember when first I heard
Them calling, with their silvery voices,
The little angels of the trees and flowers
They offered to unlock my mind
And take my soul away, to clean.
And oh! I welcome them, and lay
stretched out upon the fragrant
Grass light as an empty husk.
Then they, with rueful smiles, did it
The rusty hinges of my mind, and swept
Away the cobwebs, and hung my soul
Upon a topmost bough, to air,
Close to the purifying sun. And I was lucky
For as it fluttered there, a robin chat's sweet
Song rose through the trees till every fibre
of my soul was bathe in harmony.
When all was clean and new they fetched
My soul and slipped it back and smiling,
Danced away, And I -well, for a day or two-
I looked upon a world with all the
Innocence and wonder of a newborn babe
And now, if I am sad, or filled
With sudden rage, I find some quiet place
With grass and leaves and earth, and sit there
Silently, and hope that they will come
And call me, with their silvery voices,
And make me clean again, those
Little Angels of the trees and flowers
-------Jane Goodall---------
The little Angels of the Trees and Flowers
| Leonid's Anniversary must be something 'bout this time of year charcoally glow about evening skies a post-coital lethargy after the tremours after argumentative clouds have had their say head's clearing pressure in September's turbulent fluctuations easing with a cooler air flow leaves though ought to be falling 'cept now it's your heart losing it's coagulated memories seered then scythed then steam emanating and still the waiting 2nd time around not hyped by the paparazzi you'll flash by unheralded no doubt your glass eyed devotees will still be there scopes and lenses trained toward perhaps one lazing in an amateurs' armchair gaze becomes an increasingly hypnotic stare camped out aloft, atop a hill Khruengthaep's illuminations do nothing of the sort blinding us from your brilliance neon never served anyone too well 'cept foolish country boys flitting around with eyes agape lured then like dimwitted moths the aficionados will want none of that instead in an as nocturnal a place as can be instilling instinct to take over some primordial fluids excreted allowing the rapt pupil to concentrate completely optical aperture amplified underexposed approaching the natural utterly good looking on your journey hope you never feel cramped the speckled skies your sluice and slide we mere mortals merely basking in your brevity and light I hear this year your friends come too be glad to see you next time you're passing through ---- James McNamara ----- |
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| My Family I once had a dream a family whom I can call my own full of love, joy and peace. Now my dream came true my life feels bright to the beam all my worries and fears have flown As I live each day at ease. Though each day is not a bed of roses and struggles are pretty tough I cling to my God for strength. My family accepts all my flaws Even at times road seems to be rough I am proud to say that life with us together, makes us drive our life through its length. Aileen Ramirez |
A TEACHER A person who is dedicated to work A real molder of today's youth Though bound to serious challenges Excels in serving with great effort Fights to seek nothing but the truth Climbs the higher possible ranges To cater better education To the students of the nation. For you she may be unfair For him she is the best For some she is not as good But for her she gives her best. A good teacher is quite rare There is one who always gives a test Chances when she's not in the mood Thus, make your mind ponder and brood. Being a teacher is a great task A vibrant superhero on the go A clown to make sad faces laugh Even with problems she wears a mask So students will not worry or know That's the secret of her bluff. Now, I cry this one out loud This profession makes me proud. I chose to be a teacher not for fame Nor for wisdom and recognition It's because I find it challenging To face life's difficulties and the like If I were to choose another option I'd still prefer to be a teacher just the same For it's where I found the real meaning for living The wondrous deeds of building lives through... teaching. Aileen L. Ramirez |
| PIXIE DUST |
Memories relish the past
Savor the times that were bad
or counting the blessings that last
These in my scapbook I add.
Happiness and sadness combine
in the days I remembered they say
Wishing those mem'ries entwine
The present in mysterious way.
As I reminisce those days
I learn many things and ways
To make those experiences alive
I'm happy that I survive.
Pixie dust- a word from a friend
Though new, made my day end
with mem'ries that I recall-
and give me a refreshing soul.
Aileen L. Ramirez
ADZU-HS Faculty
Philippines