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A True Christmas | "Roses among Thorns"
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Simple poems and poetry for thought. December 13, 2011. High above in heaven a prayer heard. A man whose heart feared. God almighty I did wrong he said. Yet to gain pardon my sacrifice not paid. For Iam poor and cannot pay. A sacrifice needs money the elders say. Father in heaven his heart did pain. Oh for the love of tis human to gain. To make a sacrifice his child he sent. To know the human pain in earth to spend. A child in a manjor was born. To them in darkness awaiting joyous morn. Share your though...
a teacher | "Roses among Thorns"
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Simple poems and poetry for thought. September 5, 2014. Teachers day is celebrated today a teacher is a special person to us still many children tease a teacher a teachers responsiblity is to mould the future such teachers are rare to find for many of us forget a teacher shares half of our life time. This a tribute to the teachers in our life. A teachers hand doth light. A candle in hearts bright. A teacher doth illuminate. Knowledge in life to dedicate. A teacher thought us write. Empty heart ». Fill in...
The Money Tree | "Roses among Thorns"
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Simple poems and poetry for thought. January 22, 2011. A land with hunger and people starved of food. Grew a tree blooming a gold coin to a farmer good. To starved in his gates he cooked. With the gold coin worth of food. Lived a rich man in land with greed. To his fame the money tree he did need. A cruel plan he did hatch. The good farmer never to match. A fence around the tree with a gate. The poor and hungry to hungers fate. The morn did dawn for the tree to bloom. The king enquired the farmer good.
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Simple poems and poetry for thought. Passion to write serving.humanity by innovating and engineering livelihood development. Ajitpeter has written 66 posts for Roses among Thorns. May 28, 2015. Search me Found to be Search me Hearts see Search me Me to be we Search me world to see Search me Life be thee. September 5, 2014. A call for freedom-15th August 1947. August 14, 2014. Tis nation I live to be free Proud an Indian to be … Continue reading →. February 7, 2014. January 31, 2014. Some times revolution...
THOSE WERE THE DAYS | "Roses among Thorns"
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Simple poems and poetry for thought. THOSE WERE THE DAYS. November 12, 2010. Remember the times when you heard a rupee could go far. Now it goes as far as the gasoline u fill the car. Those were the days when kids thought the stork bought babies home. Now they know even test tubes make them come. Those were days when love letters were sealed with the kiss. Now the phone gets the kiss and the lips miss. Those were the days friends had fun and talked sitting on a wall. Now the ipods shuffle the songs.
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The semicolon | How I write, is mine...How you read, is yours
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How I write, is mine…How you read, is yours. Most of us feel it, some don't. Some of us say it, some don't. Some may agree, some won't. Be as it may, the facts still remain. Asymp; 29 Comments. Heading to some place. Spur of the moment. Image shot from Brooklyn Bride, NY. Credits: Kavita Rao. In that one moment. Where each pixel stretched. To the jagged edge of the next,. Were mere dancing ghouls. Of a strangely nomadic past,. Tautened to the craggiest peak. Of their stringy existence,. Were the two faces.
sneezing | Nothing Else Matters
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Believe nothing, no matter where you read it, or who said it, no matter if I have said it, unless it agrees with your own reason and your own common sense. Buddha. Beautiful caves to discover yourself.(Bhooshan). Link to my Sri Lankan Aid WP. A challenge for Dinesh ( sri Lanka) →. February 23, 2015. Is beating like a drum. Runs and after that no air. Last night i thought… well no problem to morrow im fine again. Took medicine But But No way Feeling feverish. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Life i...
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Poems, books, God, Jesus, inspiration, family, fun, fiction, children's books. IT’S OKAY AFTER ALL. August 9, 2011. IT’S OKAY AFTER ALL. A Personal Story of Childhood Abuse. First Printing / First. Printed in the United States of America. EMC – Paradise Publishing Company. New Smyrna Beach, FL. Please contact us via email. A non-profit organization dedicated to the treatment. And assistance of adults that were abused as children. Tell us your situation and let us see if we can help. Love of a Mother feel...
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17/40 – Quoth The Raven. 16/40 – DEAD END. The Internet Tribal Movement. 15/40 – The Serpent In The Grass. On Dr Seuss and Anapestic T…. On Dr Seuss and Anapestic T…. An old man carries a gun. A young boy rolls in the grass. A fair woman reads on the balcony. A baby wails for food. A strong man mows the lawn. A teenage girl prepares for a date. A middle-aged man fetches the mail. A mother cleans the windows. A dog runs throughout the house. Across the street,. The curtains in the windows sway. Without th...
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Paulo Demee's Blog. 8220;Soleil Levant”, François-Auguste Ravier. 8220;Os Nossos Sonhos são Hermes de Mármore”, Rainer Maria Rilke. OS NOSSOS SONHOS SÃO HERMES DE MÁRMORE. Os nossos sonhos são hermes de mármore. Que pomos nos nossos templos. E iluminamos com as nossas grinaldas. E aquecemos com os nossos desejos. Nossas palavras são bustos feitos de ouro. Que levamos connosco para os dias. Os deuses vivos elevam-se. Na frescura de outras praias. Estamos sempre extenuados,. Quer fortes, quer em repouso,.
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"Roses among Thorns" | simple poems and poetry for thought
Simple poems and poetry for thought. May 28, 2015. Search me Found to be Search me Hearts see Search me Me to be we Search me world to see Search me Life be thee. 35 TImes around the sun. February 2, 2012. Time hath flown and so many years I take my time to reflect on my past moments though i would want to write a poem This time i want to share a few words of thought from my experience which might not be much SO here are a few of Petys ( as my best … Continue reading →. December 13, 2011. October 29, 2011.
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Monday, December 24, 2012. I grew up in North Alabama during the 1950's. Life was mostly laid back during the summer, but come fall harvesting cotton became an activity of focus by most poor people. Pickin' cotton meant we could have a few extras mostly in the form of food. Here is a short poem about my experience pickin' cotton. Hope none of my offspring ever have to experience that. Rooster crows, feet on floor. Breakfast: sausage, gravy, biscuit. Coffee, two cups, blood flows. Silent supper sound sleep.
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Poems and fiction class. Monday, November 5, 2007. More on the copepod front. So I have spent 13 hours in one week looking for copepods with egg sacks through a microscope, than once I find one I have to catch it with an eyedropper. It is a lot harder than you would think. My eyes start to twitch after about 20 minutes of straight looking through the scope and my hands cramp up on top of that. It reminds me of playing Trauma Center for the Wii. Monday, October 29, 2007. Sunday, October 21, 2007. Through ...
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Every tree laid bare,. Every limb a skeleton;. Life is ".crushed to earth". Posted by Marc Edwards. Links to this post. First Snow, 2016. Snow like baby fat rolls;. Winter is in force. Posted by Marc Edwards. Links to this post. Each step in the pheasants' strut;. Autumn winds it down. Posted by Marc Edwards. Links to this post. Rusting mountain top,. Brownish red maples and oaks;. Posted by Marc Edwards. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Enter your email address:. 11/27 - 12/04 (1). 11/15 ...
Poems & Insults
Viernes, 23 de octubre de 2015. De vuelta a la vida. La última entrada en este Blog fue el 18 de Septiembre de 2009. Desde entonces, muchas cosas han pasado: una boda, un piso, un divorcio, viajes, un malestar vital en aumento, una voz que chillaba incansable a la que no escuchaba, o a la que no sabía escuchar. La fuerza que latía. Mi susurro interior. Viernes, 18 de septiembre de 2009. Si de lo que me acuerdo de ti va desapareciendo cada día que pasa. Si me doy cuenta que no nos conocemos. Insistes poco...
Short Poems and Big Ol' Lies
Short Poems and Big Ol' Lies. Saturday, December 17, 2011. Me, Oh, and Cleo (Almost). Actual headline on AOL's homepage: Simon Cowell 'almost slept with Paula'. You know who I almost slept with? Tuesday, December 13, 2011. And what's worse than "all the trimmings"? Why, "all the trimmins", of course. The only thing more nauseating than a phoney baloney menu flourish calculatingly designed to convince people of authenticity is the same phrase deliberately misspelled to reflect pronunciation. Stop ...If I ...
