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 Jul 2015 fifi S
Nancy E Tracy
I've been kicking you
From Behind for years
And STILL you do not notice
Not Haiku :)
 Jul 2015 fifi S
Rob Rutledge
He passed a preacher in hazy,
Misty, London streets.
Whispering sermons
From cracked shoeless feet.
None would stoop to
Cast a passing ear,
To the words of a man
With nothing left to fear.

He told tales of love,
Tempered by the light of reality.
Love of money,
Love of greed
And all the objects of fiction
We imagine that we need.

"To each let it be known!"

"None of your possesions are yours to own!"

"Leased out for the duration of your time!"

"From house to car and from the body to the mind!"

The passers by barely noticed the guy
Who spoke from the heart
With the words of the wise.
The wisest words they would hear for weeks
Lost among the
Hazy, misty, London streets.
 Jul 2015 fifi S
Richard Riddle
My wife, Karen, looked out onto the patio, "why do they always come to us?", speaking of mama and her kits, newcomers they were, but apparently enjoying the food and shelter of this "safe house". Just some, of the many, that had blessed us over the years  with their magic , showing up unannounced, cats, dogs, raccoons, possum, to name a few. Some stayed, some left.

You see, it is our firm belief, that God's closed fist, with index finger extended and pointing downward, looming over our rooftop, wherever we happened to be, is a "guiding star"for them, and only the animals are capable of seeing it, telling them to "go here, for your safety, shelter, and food".

God has many such fingers, in every city, town, state, province, and country on this earth. Why, I would bet that right now, he has a cat(s) asleep on his lap, their way of saying, "thank you, Lord, for helping all of us."

(Make a visit to your local ASPCA Shelter-Adopt an "Angel!)
copyright May 18-2014 richard riddle
 Jul 2015 fifi S
Richard Riddle
What fun is there in being a grandparent if you can't intentionally embarrass your children and grandchildren..................in public!


r. riddle :07-03-2015
 Jun 2015 fifi S
Deovrat Sharma
so many colors..
red and green color..
yellow and blue color...
dark color..
light color...
black and white color..
so many colors..

from earth to sky colors..
betrayal and faith color..
life and death color..
blindness color..
madness color..
so many colors...


every one is drenched in colors..
emotional and brutality color..
greediness and charity color..
hunger color...
poverty color..
love and hatred color..
I wish to see only one color..
color of humanity in every color..*

                                        *deovrat - 06.03.2015
(c)
 Jun 2015 fifi S
Deovrat Sharma
it was dark deepen night.
disparate people were waiting ..
for the late night train.
on a mid-town railway station..

in bitter boon freeze cold.
she was laying..
emerges like a lump.
in rags like cloths..


trying in-vain to shield herself.
within meager & thin blanket..
she rose her head.
looking with bare pale eyes..

she forgot the counting of years.
on a sizzling summer night..
her parents left her.
since then the station was asylum..


as the train comes and go.
what-ever people gave to her..
starving, hungry thirsty.
since previous night..

whistle of coming train.
loaded with a lot of emotions ..
in the scary dark night .
in her nervous thin body..


feeling completely lost within .
she made her move..
forwarded her dry palm .
may be for some food..

passing by passengers.
look at her..
and advanced to.
their destination..



she is waiting for her turn.
to go abode on destination..
away from the world of.
miseries and sufferings..*

                                   *deovrat – 19.03.2015
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 Jun 2015 fifi S
Deovrat Sharma
It happens ...
     I never wish such pain..
       but it happen…
          again and again...

                    *Is it a failure ..
                       failure of inner strength...
                         failure of self control...
                            or just ignorance..


I never noticed..
       In the beginning ..
         I feel forced to give thought..
                after so many re-occurrences ..


                        Yes thoughts..
                             thoughts of someone..
                                 someone always...
                                    being with me...

Who always..
     remain deep within..
        beneath the huge dump...
             of of reminiscences...

  
                            Always glow...
                               lighting in the darkness ..
                                   a ray of hope ..
                                      in the inner consciousness..

now I realize..
     its being always with me
           making me feel…
               makes me alive..


                       Its like breath..
                            make me revive...
                              its like food..
                                 makes me survive…

I feel joy..
    no pain…
      I wish it to happen…
          again and again.....



                      deovrat 20.06.2015 (c)
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