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Terzarima poetry: A walk in a Cold World

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Terzarima poetry: A walk in a Cold World

Every morning the sunlight falls upon me With each whisper from the soft breeze Reminding me of everything a loner can be; After every night...

7:12:00 am

poem: The Grey Moon

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The cool breeze sweeps through my skin; 
Clouds rising above my nurtured home; 
With a ponder blinking through within; 
The warmth of my soul is as soft as foam 
 . 
Howling Hounds Hurl bellows into the night; 
As serene as it seems it begets fear; 
Dogs and foxes stumble into the same fright; 
We sit like the dumb and deaf yet we clearly hear. 
 . 
The bearing amplifies till we all retract; 
Another strange moon have appeared too soon; 
In sooth what scare ole baar 
 
The cool breeze sweeps through my skin; 
Clouds rising above my nurtured home; 
With a ponder blinking through within; 
The warmth of my soul is as soft as foam 
 . 
Howling Hounds Hurl bellows into the night; 
As serene as it seems it begets fear; 
Dogs and foxes stumble into the same fright; 
We sit like the dumb and deaf yet we clearly hear. 
 . 
The bearing amplifies till we all retract; 
Another strange moon have appeared too soon; 
In sooth what scare ole bards are abstract; 
We had no vision of these through the noon. 
. 
Tonight will come and go; 
Tomorrow will show our foe! 
 
 
By beryl ace.ds are abstract; 
We had no vision of these through the noon. 
. 
Tonight will come and go; 
Tomorrow will show our foe! 
 
 
By beryl ace.
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poem: The Grey Moon

The cool breeze sweeps through my skin; Clouds rising above my nurtured home; With a ponder blinking through within; The warmth of ...

8:46:00 pm

Poem: One Dead Brother

<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTU9BZDU_lpXDZylqQQpYcplqYO5kE6we3rmzefZ4YpA4nbNa8t9gbUs5nFah09D5eQldXPTyoNpLMc0sRFRR-PPwGczot3oriJXk5TnIFERneCBnfQsntR_jmDBfJoKRc3N9teHlLUNs/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253Fd2lsZF9tb29kX3N3aW5ncy5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-731330"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5994684422530831074" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTU9BZDU_lpXDZylqQQpYcplqYO5kE6we3rmzefZ4YpA4nbNa8t9gbUs5nFah09D5eQldXPTyoNpLMc0sRFRR-PPwGczot3oriJXk5TnIFERneCBnfQsntR_jmDBfJoKRc3N9teHlLUNs/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253Fd2lsZF9tb29kX3N3aW5ncy5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-731330" /></a>Everyday I glance by the panes;
 Searching for things to say;
 Everyday I go through the pains;
 Hale hath brought my day!
 
 I died in your arms tonight;
 In my fountain of dreams;
 I look at your face at night;
 It becomes more pale beam!
 
 Your reflections were mine;
 Till you trudged away, 
 Our hopes were high, 
 Till we went both ways.

Poem: One Dead Brother

Everyday I glance by the panes; Searching for things to say; Everyday I go through the pains; Hale hath brought my day! I died in your...

12:16:00 pm

Poem Title: NATURE'S LOVE

<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTZsrKaS-BfkqwjAHz5Z8YWJ3rX5MF8vMa4eR1RadChquGknShkV2uyYv2vogMegDVWh1j4kX_iXdaXKEYDSTbRWeDt29mli8nuvEejWHQo04wiVkTxG59qFkZGCmDHI9H0aHUqwZwnQE/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FbmF0dXJlcyBsb3ZlLmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-763459"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5961980097275377138" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTZsrKaS-BfkqwjAHz5Z8YWJ3rX5MF8vMa4eR1RadChquGknShkV2uyYv2vogMegDVWh1j4kX_iXdaXKEYDSTbRWeDt29mli8nuvEejWHQo04wiVkTxG59qFkZGCmDHI9H0aHUqwZwnQE/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FbmF0dXJlcyBsb3ZlLmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-763459" /></a>When in this mood, it ain't a consternation!
 A times it come unaware,
 a times it lure awareness
 like a do-gooder
 it bring dreams...
 
 Nature' constancy
 here, neither the good nor the bad is an enemy
 to this good man', no fiend is disallowed
 whenever the time is come, to cuddle
 it doesn't disappoint, to health nor blood-curdle...
 
 Nature's love, this a man
 every being with eyes
 or whatever that breaths love most
 
 Nature's call...
 Sleep is among what's both the poor and the rich buys ten a penny
 a times can't ignore, even if
 a times can not be avoided, at nights mostly 
 Nature's love.
 
 
 By: Beryl Sane

Poem Title: NATURE'S LOVE

When in this mood, it ain't a consternation! A times it come unaware, a times it lure awareness like a do-gooder it bring dreams... ...

9:07:00 am

Poem Title: Lost Grave

<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Nedlf2phP3lR_liKpkZcBnXj3SFVXBD0z-IbI8Hg1EDfdIzAEQ1GYZHWM4SKAO2SHMzBvlDwpdegqHQlE1-TLdAcFDJRpe-9AP4Gt8YQq5aNfWMKPMwgNP8hsZdBHGviMUJwiK9cXVY/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FTG9zdC1HcmF2ZS1sb2dvLXBhdGNoLmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-788147"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5951070130861775906" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Nedlf2phP3lR_liKpkZcBnXj3SFVXBD0z-IbI8Hg1EDfdIzAEQ1GYZHWM4SKAO2SHMzBvlDwpdegqHQlE1-TLdAcFDJRpe-9AP4Gt8YQq5aNfWMKPMwgNP8hsZdBHGviMUJwiK9cXVY/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FTG9zdC1HcmF2ZS1sb2dvLXBhdGNoLmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-788147" /></a>Sweat slowly drips within the walls of sheath;
 Axed by blemish stealth of long epitaph;
 Walking into dawn of hopeful delight;
 The closing paths springs with thorns;
 A loot a route, we searched in sooth!
 
 Into dusk our lampshades, swivels out a blurred sight;
 Tints of sprints across the floral tents;
 Falling leaves sprays over sloppy paths;
 We seek what we would wish not, 
 A loot a route, we searched in sooth!

Poem Title: Lost Grave

Sweat slowly drips within the walls of sheath; Axed by blemish stealth of long epitaph; Walking into dawn of hopeful delight; The closing...

11:31:00 pm

Poem Title: The hunter's pride (nonet)

<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg03bjRhBIr7HRz01keSrRSEextiIUTHhvoRAM3QEaI8dxtwzpsb7p6hjlST3Ng8atfYy7yzr59DA4z7nxINMwU8-I-iY78RS0fU-rbErctvkJzHAOnUwdspDRE8GEHpwTn3IghxxmnbMY/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FaHVudGVyLmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-701313"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5940228404218066002" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg03bjRhBIr7HRz01keSrRSEextiIUTHhvoRAM3QEaI8dxtwzpsb7p6hjlST3Ng8atfYy7yzr59DA4z7nxINMwU8-I-iY78RS0fU-rbErctvkJzHAOnUwdspDRE8GEHpwTn3IghxxmnbMY/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FaHVudGVyLmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-701313" /></a>Into the thick forest with our gun 
 We scout with our lids so apart
 Trekking down a silent path 
 For what fate brings today
 Our eyes makes no blink
 We aim for game
 Now we found
 We aim,
 Straight!
 
 Author: Beryl Ace
 
 
 About Nonet:
 A nonet has nine lines. 
 The first line has nine syllables, the second line eight syllables, the third line seven syllables, etc... until line nine finishes with one syllable. It can be on any subject and rhyming is optional. 
 
 line 1 - 9 syllables
 line 2 - 8 syllables
 line 3 - 7 syllables
 line 4 - 6 syllables
 line 5 - 5 syllables
 line 6 - 4 syllables
 line 7 - 3 syllables
 line 8 - 2 syllables
 line 9 - 1 syllable

Poem Title: The hunter's pride (nonet)

Into the thick forest with our gun We scout with our lids so apart Trekking down a silent path For what fate brings today Our eyes mak...

6:19:00 pm

Poem: GOD is Good (Villanelle)

<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVXL_zjcPqP4o_fGlyUdjyWSJQJAoInG9aPqrPbWEVEKUNsHEtGKWCgMj1z19Dp6V0O5a_jMFqUOivaMhdTz4Hlp9zkeW8FPCuYSGE6xaViHq1T37CIg_ZBo_00Or5VitO9t_vrgpjiro/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FMzAwcHgtU2t5X292ZXJfV2FzaGluZ3Rvbl9Nb251bWVudC5KUEc%253D%253F%253D-753784"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5935936234231422450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVXL_zjcPqP4o_fGlyUdjyWSJQJAoInG9aPqrPbWEVEKUNsHEtGKWCgMj1z19Dp6V0O5a_jMFqUOivaMhdTz4Hlp9zkeW8FPCuYSGE6xaViHq1T37CIg_ZBo_00Or5VitO9t_vrgpjiro/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FMzAwcHgtU2t5X292ZXJfV2FzaGluZ3Rvbl9Nb251bWVudC5KUEc%253D%253F%253D-753784" /></a>GOD is Good 
 His undying love saves 
 With Him I need not Food 
 
 Good is my mood 
 The way my heart paves
 God is Good 
 
 I walk through the neighbourhood 
 without fear for only Him I crave 
 With Him I need not Food 
 
 Look at the firewood! 
 It builds fire, not my grave 
 God is Good 
 
 In the valley where I stood 
 My fear has become brave 
 With Him I need not Food 
 
 I am protected in any mood 
 Turbulence, I find not in my wave
 God is Good
 With Him I need not Food
 
 
 By:
 Beryl Ace - JGan
 
 
 
 Short Tutorial:
 what a villanelle is____________
 
 »» Villanelle (A form of poetry)
 
 A Villanelle is a nineteen-line poem consisting of a very specific rhyming scheme: aba aba aba aba aba abaa.
 
 The first and the third lines in the first stanza are repeated in alternating order throughout the poem, and appear together in the last couplet (last two lines).
 
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Poem: GOD is Good (Villanelle)

GOD is Good His undying love saves With Him I need not Food Good is my mood The way my heart paves God is Good I walk through...

4:43:00 am

VICTIMS

<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Ji-KAJ6vWrMGKo5A_lG9-UUeQOYbItMEjVO5ClWkR7d9oEcZ38-nCtndtpI5OHovN-joN57sBhaZTlz_YnkBgErr_Y7yBhOvBrhO_xuqKi_RXvenzYNSejOV_hV3qi9gyg5Bu8yOoOM/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FZHcubG9nby52aWN0aW1zLmhpZ2guanBn%253F%253D-750899"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5933873349880880834" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Ji-KAJ6vWrMGKo5A_lG9-UUeQOYbItMEjVO5ClWkR7d9oEcZ38-nCtndtpI5OHovN-joN57sBhaZTlz_YnkBgErr_Y7yBhOvBrhO_xuqKi_RXvenzYNSejOV_hV3qi9gyg5Bu8yOoOM/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FZHcubG9nby52aWN0aW1zLmhpZ2guanBn%253F%253D-750899" /></a>Am I to show snow white teeth
 @ the misgivings you render bare @ my feet?
 You think they smell of roses?
 Am I to hatch fire on wet wood?
 Bless your soul tis fatal if I should
 Strike not twice as did Moses.
 
 Am I to speak of fame
 While dwell I in a house with a made up name?
 I can only but the sun praise
 Her flock of hot tears unto us bestow
 Falling and to hope she crowns an outlaw
 Lo, when all's gone by the fire would sit I and chew raw maize...
 
 Another day is another pain
 One milder since the debut of this rain
 Thoughts over despair and its depths do hover
 A search for prey through windy clime
 In wry patience that ticks not by heaven's time
 Pondered however, smashed a thousand years over...
 
 Am I to present minted shillings
 @ the market of your misgivings?
 These flaws find ease in being in than out
 Placards above bare heads speak of indifference
 Sleep comes in stretches of deafening silence
 And love? Tis merely an omission of the mouth.
 
 
 By:
 BERYL HERMES

VICTIMS

Am I to show snow white teeth @ the misgivings you render bare @ my feet? You think they smell of roses? Am I to hatch fire on wet wood? ...

3:18:00 pm

Poem: Untouchable (Acrostic)

<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkksEj8r9p_C7ApgPmRhvsYCYEPGDrG4BiSqSl6PRpHGRHL3HU_ryPKL0Hx1C3na1jW_YJuat_cKuZyJPJWHm0e9tzwUwgT5i1qJ1VKcH_T6g6KQSYuTDPC0TmjKczc98TIEPqZJoW3aI/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSEJDLVF1YW50dW0tU3RlYWx0aC1zbmlwZXItY292ZXJfc21hbGwuanBn%253F%253D-704536"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5929553705755885458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkksEj8r9p_C7ApgPmRhvsYCYEPGDrG4BiSqSl6PRpHGRHL3HU_ryPKL0Hx1C3na1jW_YJuat_cKuZyJPJWHm0e9tzwUwgT5i1qJ1VKcH_T6g6KQSYuTDPC0TmjKczc98TIEPqZJoW3aI/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSEJDLVF1YW50dW0tU3RlYWx0aC1zbmlwZXItY292ZXJfc21hbGwuanBn%253F%253D-704536" /></a>Underneath the plundered earth
 Nought a sight of he is sought
 To and Forth, the search grows old
 Of worn out trails smeared dissolve
 Underneath the subtle sited stealth
 Cheerless smiles, the angst depressed
 Hovering by like ghosts loitering by
 An ample of thoughts takes the soul
 But where could he be to behold
 Living or dead, none can be told
 Everywhere searched and he's untouched.

Poem: Untouchable (Acrostic)

Underneath the plundered earth Nought a sight of he is sought To and Forth, the search grows old Of worn out trails smeared dissolve Und...

11:56:00 pm

Poem: TIME SPEAKS

<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPlGVXcUqxsXB_UCRehF8bbvAb1MkYJdggCb4udIflFodflSnyM0cRQ3EKsr53aXJxhMpI-K8pmeO9FUSlv2KE6QMyIiIX_x9q0IY3UDr-4QcoeXgW1smIFW99M7BLUqPHM4ajAAn79EI/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FU3BlYWtpbmcuanBn%253F%253D-752219"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5925521365496137778" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPlGVXcUqxsXB_UCRehF8bbvAb1MkYJdggCb4udIflFodflSnyM0cRQ3EKsr53aXJxhMpI-K8pmeO9FUSlv2KE6QMyIiIX_x9q0IY3UDr-4QcoeXgW1smIFW99M7BLUqPHM4ajAAn79EI/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FU3BlYWtpbmcuanBn%253F%253D-752219" /></a>as time and age fade''life's eras wipe in date''years seeks anxiously upon miles''like gems minted in niles''unto gasped metals of errors''screaming for safety on mere horror
 
 as days and nights fade''arrows and bows were made'' 'seeking trust in accence''woed beyond blood of innocence''like brother sorting lured causes''scoop'd with anguish curses
 
 as eras changes To new''grace,hope,love and joy review''twisting rain in august breaks''like house under the lakes''summon'd by winds of winter'' link'd as demise pointer
 
 as time ticks faster''rivers and waves move faster''lingering dirges as real sorrow''like hairs shaped with mirror
 
 
 By:
 Beryl Smart

Poem: TIME SPEAKS

as time and age fade''life's eras wipe in date''years seeks anxiously upon miles''like gems minted in niles'...

3:04:00 am

Poem: My never ending wish

<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq1mkacSHW7R42HqKV2qfUbQ7bfR0sIlsTxeofPaUB1RmMkyBqAV11vH2_2S3IreaeGq4HycD0Zi1w7e5mOwvYTbQ8i5_bUhs92wAdeznt1p30BqTLB2X0CO90AC0rcSKoFiA8COIJc10/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FdW5lbmRpbmcgd2lzaC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-777780"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5919291196226991202" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq1mkacSHW7R42HqKV2qfUbQ7bfR0sIlsTxeofPaUB1RmMkyBqAV11vH2_2S3IreaeGq4HycD0Zi1w7e5mOwvYTbQ8i5_bUhs92wAdeznt1p30BqTLB2X0CO90AC0rcSKoFiA8COIJc10/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FdW5lbmRpbmcgd2lzaC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-777780" /></a>To the wonderful air,
 I wish we were an amazing pair;
 For life has been so ruthless and unfair;
 My thoughts so pure, swiftly changing and bizarre;
 My sane becomes rare, maybe no one cares.
 
 To the Beautiful Moon,
 I hope to see your fullness soon;
 My image on a mirror dissolves into a Toon;
 Nightmares rages into illusions every Noon;
 Mostly to wake up as addled, a 1st century Goon.
 
 To the Shining Stars,
 I see your allure when your twinkles starts;
 Painting thy rays o'er my tattered arts;
 All the troubles, I pushed around in carts;
 Mighty rays of laser lights pierces as Darts.
 
 To my Excellent Dreams,
 I waited upon the portal realms;
 Waiting to exhale and grab your rims;
 A potion of love rubbed o'er like creams;
 The whole angst hung at the Brims....
 
 
 By:
 Beryl Ace

Poem: My never ending wish

To the wonderful air, I wish we were an amazing pair; For life has been so ruthless and unfair; My thoughts so pure, swiftly changing and...

8:12:00 am

Poem: What you mean to me

<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHJxahaSaFipLV5DA-7_3r94ykLe3VNY9iHKofseWN0kMLds700Ws4OaFolaVt0FluICXoabTE0lNoA7Sf12hHzbg_rhTsaSdrqVsdO4oIDyhDK3JHP3etBDJEesDUE6mDXvGBqoqfB1s/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FVmFsZW50aW5lUy1EYXktUm9zZS1DdXBpZC1BcnJvdy00ODV4NzI4LmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-780833"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5914642761668498418" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHJxahaSaFipLV5DA-7_3r94ykLe3VNY9iHKofseWN0kMLds700Ws4OaFolaVt0FluICXoabTE0lNoA7Sf12hHzbg_rhTsaSdrqVsdO4oIDyhDK3JHP3etBDJEesDUE6mDXvGBqoqfB1s/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FVmFsZW50aW5lUy1EYXktUm9zZS1DdXBpZC1BcnJvdy00ODV4NzI4LmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-780833" /></a>A grief of one day, is of no equivalence to a second of your smile;
 With passion I stare endlessly, into the strength of your eyes;
 My serenade has only begun, listen to my melodious plight;
 Into ur heart I bring my essence, our mingled grace shall pile. 
 
 Every minute of the day, I think about you in miles;
 Ego of a man, possession of every human all told lies;
 Your fragile heart bears the seat of the wise;
 What you mean to me, is more than walking down the isle.

Poem: What you mean to me

A grief of one day, is of no equivalence to a second of your smile; With passion I stare endlessly, into the strength of your eyes; My ser...

7:34:00 pm

Poem: Friendly Tortoise

<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_F04YyvaAcqXUg2hzCflw3UsgZi5Wu-kx2Cgyv06KZTVlxLcU7JQXO2lZSkjLKwFMH_zpVRsye5CsAXY3jHdubXHCxMHa1gGithypfLXR0JW5GOxymOJEwiY8rXtWoArKyrDLfrejGP0/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FdG9ydG9pc2UuanBn%253F%253D-718105"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5910492274473477058" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_F04YyvaAcqXUg2hzCflw3UsgZi5Wu-kx2Cgyv06KZTVlxLcU7JQXO2lZSkjLKwFMH_zpVRsye5CsAXY3jHdubXHCxMHa1gGithypfLXR0JW5GOxymOJEwiY8rXtWoArKyrDLfrejGP0/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FdG9ydG9pc2UuanBn%253F%253D-718105" /></a>Always wants to say hello/
 But goes back and retract/ 
 to correct distinctive abstract/
 an error, ease a soft bellow/
 guilt entwines the mind below/ 
 see how a friend thus fare...
 
 And yet the burdensome fear/
 one doesn't except the peers/ 
 in memory, the love living/
 The land remains in desolate dreams/
 Always the feeling is/
 of terrible slowness overtaking haste...

Poem: Friendly Tortoise

Always wants to say hello/ But goes back and retract/ to correct distinctive abstract/ an error, ease a soft bellow/ guilt entwines the min...

12:14:00 pm

~Betwixt Beauty and the Beast~

~Betwixt Beauty and the Beast~

This love, is marvellous; Limping over to see the end if its lust; This resolve, is meant for us; Others are treacherous and so lost. ...

12:10:00 pm

Poem: How I feel for you

<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSq7H_YJGrttiwaKeaLWRo337wgbhN94pXZsxXJuAq3SoVqD5CSxbXD12ii-zF_YSWq1CyJtXiUEpBQVkFAIyKkuLpYrvnvgcRlGB3A9HBIxddqN_eyQufY_i26Cr4BlRhlkUiaIeka4k/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FVmFsZW50aW5lUy1EYXktUm9zZS1DdXBpZC1BcnJvdy00ODV4NzI4LmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-728309"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5910932544182456722" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSq7H_YJGrttiwaKeaLWRo337wgbhN94pXZsxXJuAq3SoVqD5CSxbXD12ii-zF_YSWq1CyJtXiUEpBQVkFAIyKkuLpYrvnvgcRlGB3A9HBIxddqN_eyQufY_i26Cr4BlRhlkUiaIeka4k/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FVmFsZW50aW5lUy1EYXktUm9zZS1DdXBpZC1BcnJvdy00ODV4NzI4LmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-728309" /></a>How I feel for you;
 Only the heart knows
 Thou art heal more true 
 Lonely the path goes...
 
 How I feel for you;
 The frozen mind defrost;
 Bow at will or glue;
 The chosen defined at any cost;
 
 How I feel for you;
 The world upon my feet;
 Throw high the real love anew;
 Three words calls on my lips;
 
 How I feel for you;
 Thou art feel my bashful eyes
 How I feel for you...
 Three words, I love you...

Poem: How I feel for you

How I feel for you; Only the heart knows Thou art heal more true Lonely the path goes... How I feel for you; The frozen mind defrost...

7:36:00 pm

Poem: My Beating Heart

<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaEyK_pdLPSzyteOBDXTTH1BFrI__2rkITklCQF3_UPmrN3tHzj4pzFUpcBr3LOa5lzCH0O3yol4Ph__mgAxAy8VWpMG99tlEJXsc8rf30PfJ9M_OxKJN4CGr41yRB2Qls4I5j9mndIYQ/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FaW1hZ2VzLmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-711758"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5907801871860300162" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaEyK_pdLPSzyteOBDXTTH1BFrI__2rkITklCQF3_UPmrN3tHzj4pzFUpcBr3LOa5lzCH0O3yol4Ph__mgAxAy8VWpMG99tlEJXsc8rf30PfJ9M_OxKJN4CGr41yRB2Qls4I5j9mndIYQ/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FaW1hZ2VzLmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-711758" /></a>Washing away wishes with a wand;
 Untold love blossomed from concrete;
 Weeping and winking whilst in wayward blinks;
 Calm thwarting, the heart is clapping;
 Wings flapping, the height overlapping!
 
 My love grew from molten rocks;
 Vipers stung, Cupid kept singing;
 Alluring voices humming and rhyming;
 Hymns of two hearts Rhymes;
 She is my Hero, the sidekick my 'Ego'
 
 Hurled over the sea;
 Cast upon the trees;
 Lost into the breeze;
 Till my breath freeze...
 For her, it won't desist!

Poem: My Beating Heart

Washing away wishes with a wand; Untold love blossomed from concrete; Weeping and winking whilst in wayward blinks; Calm thwarting, the h...

8:17:00 am

Poem: SLEEP'N SAGES

<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtR1wWXJ5WxhxeYVcJhaC2aSfZ84LVME6H4LXecEoGMzFdd3jWV64QCSQqVKsed8PN7pfxr7KTfWu07GROvsr56NPipC3KO9scAZgtsa1_i7s55OVz8QLain7g3iN9eQffuq0B9eySiIo/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FQkEuanBn%253F%253D-738292"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5904371168398979362" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtR1wWXJ5WxhxeYVcJhaC2aSfZ84LVME6H4LXecEoGMzFdd3jWV64QCSQqVKsed8PN7pfxr7KTfWu07GROvsr56NPipC3KO9scAZgtsa1_i7s55OVz8QLain7g3iN9eQffuq0B9eySiIo/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FQkEuanBn%253F%253D-738292" /></a>While they sleep with low worries... 
 See me sitting in no jewellery,
 Staring, they've forgotten, the-begineth-my-name.
 While they sleep with low worries, while they sleep with low worries... 
 
 How then 'd they fathom by brow?
 The dwarf i've become neither is my head reaching their eyes, nor to 'em am i in human colour.
 While they sleep with low worries, while they sleep with low worries, while they sleeps with no now worries... 
 
 My memories have their yesterdays, when joie de vivre was my all ways, when nature does calls my fates my glees.
 While they sleep with low worries, while they sleep with low worries, while they sleep with low worries, while they sleep with low worries... 
 
 I shall low peddles, in faith someday i'd be cuddled.
 While they sleep with low worries, while they sleep with low worries, while they sleep with low worries, while they sleep with low worries, while they sleep with low worries... 
 
 In this circle as 'ts been drawn,
 As i dream in worries i draw.
 While they sleep in low worries, while the sleep in now worries, while they sleep in dream worries, while they sleep in low worries, while they sleep in worries, while they sleep in more worries, in me myself i dangled.
 
 
 By:
 Beryl Sane

Poem: SLEEP'N SAGES

While they sleep with low worries... See me sitting in no jewellery, Staring, they've forgotten, the-begineth-my-name. While they sl...

3:12:00 am

Poem: Mind Haunt

<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqyfGt-QhiW6PawvNVgKmPr-ZbF7RsmYHWGXuO_kdkuvT7sChTuhtoxEc7gBz-_2B42gnkmSHBR6jRy2eSwpr7YucQUf02S_E7Wxq2uPxx4I8yh9mTCjTeyMx3sRX_pa4zKGTu-P7tilE/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FbWluZCBoYXVudC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-768304"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5900821502263860322" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqyfGt-QhiW6PawvNVgKmPr-ZbF7RsmYHWGXuO_kdkuvT7sChTuhtoxEc7gBz-_2B42gnkmSHBR6jRy2eSwpr7YucQUf02S_E7Wxq2uPxx4I8yh9mTCjTeyMx3sRX_pa4zKGTu-P7tilE/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FbWluZCBoYXVudC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-768304" /></a>These Memories;
 Fate granted access with whips;
 Exhausting breath's lips;
 Sarcastic as happy pain;
 A witty sane feels drained!
 
 These Memories;
 They come and depart;
 They comb this path;
 Loneliness footed bare;
 The mysterious dreams!
 
 These Memories;
 The pleasing cry;
 The taunting truth;
 Cold world thus become;
 The walking flight!
 
 These Memories;
 The pail of anguish;
 The future yet sufficed;
 These memories...
 They haunt always!
 
 
 By:
 Beryl Ace

Poem: Mind Haunt

These Memories; Fate granted access with whips; Exhausting breath's lips; Sarcastic as happy pain; A witty sane feels drained! Th...

1:41:00 pm

Poem: Poem: Lacklustre of Hopes

<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirVicwXLQfuGVZtTOFvNV9TCGtGlTu9tUJ5sYiLGG4xtzbK87P9WKmxDc2P4AxqPyACEdQoWkyA5qY2w3S02mkgJ47mxmcbR-Ax1mwN5mTmm5duk1nFgbALWvbBeYprbrYQ_u2HdMLVgc/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FaG9wZXMuanBn%253F%253D-780388"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5893044225562636786" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirVicwXLQfuGVZtTOFvNV9TCGtGlTu9tUJ5sYiLGG4xtzbK87P9WKmxDc2P4AxqPyACEdQoWkyA5qY2w3S02mkgJ47mxmcbR-Ax1mwN5mTmm5duk1nFgbALWvbBeYprbrYQ_u2HdMLVgc/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FaG9wZXMuanBn%253F%253D-780388" /></a>Like washing rain, comes this pain;
 Like thunder storms, thus the phantom;
 As wishful this thoughts, a truth hurts;
 Concealing peace in drums of noise;
 Family or Friends, none to Trust!
 
 Pilings on the rise, tiling in fragments;
 Crying by the mirror of disgust;
 Looking behind, deception and passion;
 As Mixed feelings play my obsession;
 Where is the pride?
 
 Heartbeats leaps and dances at random;
 Questions appears with many frowns;
 Caged by self-control;
 The ocean attempt flooding my eyes;
 'Truth or Dare' but drops can flow;
 'Trick or Treat' yet it is but a game...
 
 My many thoughts swivels;
 The relishing doubts hurls back;
 Every pressure bellows disdain;
 The wake at dawn raises dust;
 Reality has offered many lies;
 Gain or Loss, The pain remains!
 
 
 By:
 Beryl Ace

Poem: Poem: Lacklustre of Hopes

Like washing rain, comes this pain; Like thunder storms, thus the phantom; As wishful this thoughts, a truth hurts; Concealing peace in d...

2:40:00 pm

Poem: CHANTS OF DOOM

<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGOJK-1L3-jKIfmkre97IWJlVPUCJqUvsncHwtG5jPB4GWxX3mgPOsrfj7Qy3yMOHD3vOURWVdDLJwoNDSLLd25qh1-xRvTSgzg1i8d_T76LoAQIWzMijDpTzbaP1IIaxSZQPvG9GVS7g/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FMTIxNzE2LXRoZS1ncmVlbmluZy1vZi1hbi1hbGx1dmlhbC1mYW4taW4taXJhbi5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-703801"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5892989355209566578" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGOJK-1L3-jKIfmkre97IWJlVPUCJqUvsncHwtG5jPB4GWxX3mgPOsrfj7Qy3yMOHD3vOURWVdDLJwoNDSLLd25qh1-xRvTSgzg1i8d_T76LoAQIWzMijDpTzbaP1IIaxSZQPvG9GVS7g/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FMTIxNzE2LXRoZS1ncmVlbmluZy1vZi1hbi1hbGx1dmlhbC1mYW4taW4taXJhbi5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-703801" /></a>i hear afar of dying tone,
 its tales of misery and of forlorn,
 from the hillside to the meadows,
 From the vale to the peoples sorrow,
 and write their woes in dark pain,
 and indeed the world is lost! 
 
 As d music sods without a course, 
 Voices echoed aloud, 
 the earth grumbled as graves delivered, monsters the race of survival has began, 
 as mankind is destined to face thy doom; 
 
 A battle of no survival to tell the tales,
 of the lost soul,
 as owls became the official birds,
 of the Earth.
 
 By:
 Beryl queen

Poem: CHANTS OF DOOM

i hear afar of dying tone, its tales of misery and of forlorn, from the hillside to the meadows, From the vale to the peoples sorrow, an...

11:08:00 am