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Well before the commencement of the spring
The British cuckoo or the Indian koel starts singing
With its sweet and natural melody
Some fools and children try to make a parody

It does not care somebody is listening
Or some others enjoying its singing
Or some fools and children start mocking
It goes on singing and singing in response to the mocking
Some fools think the koel suffer from some mania
but the fools suffer from xenophobia

They don’t like any thing new or sweet
And are not ready to give their hearty treat
They suffer from their foolish pride
and which they can never hide

You can’t become great by mocking at a cuckoo
It betrays your inner sick view
Among the seasons undoubtedly spring is the king
The melodious cuckoo or koel invariably does sing
 Mar 2011 Nina McNally
Lori Jean
Hit me with your best shot
Show me what your wit’s not
Expose the heart you’ve not got
You’ll likely take the dare

Looking good you think so
Such a fool, you don’t know
The world’s a stage for no show
I see through you like air

Running scared you fight life
Caring not, you mock strife
Instead you wield the sharp knife
I jump your worthless snare

Kick me when I’m real low
Better me them some joe
God knows you’ve got enough foe
See if me you scare

Justify your filthy deeds
Violence fulfills your needs
So old now, where did that lead?
And you say life’s not fair

You’ll get what’s coming- just wait
The narrow road is too late
You spit upon the Lord’s gate

***** you, I don’t care.
Today is the festival of colours.
We,Indians, sprinkle colours on friends
Nature is replete with beautiful colurs.
Life is a mixture of many emotions
We turn red when we are angry
and we become greenif we are jealous

Red stands for change and valour
White is symbolic of peace and purity
Green symbolizes harvest and prosperity
Yellow is considered good omen
Saffron means sacrifice
black is considered an evil

The leaves are green
The human blood is red
The Ripe fruits and corn are yellow
milk is white and the sky is blue

Nature and life are inseparable
Different colours tell different things
May the festival of colurs bring Happiness
and prosperity in this trouble torn world!
 Mar 2011 Nina McNally
Lori Jean
Gumdrops come in many colors
Yellow, orange and green
My gumdrop hides his color
So his feelings can’t be seen

His character is charming
His humor can’t be beat
He’s loving, kind; a friend of mine
Yet, he creates his own defeat

Avoidance is an issue,
Procrastination set in stone
His fears are locked so deep inside
He fights the world alone.

I understand his silent walk
My feet step in his tracks
Circumstances changed the soul;
True confidence we lack.

When tragedies besieged him
His body young in years
He coped the only way he could
While fighting back the tears

He lost himself eventually
Gave in to worldly sins
But, Gumdrop has the strength of few
He stood-up, once again.

With work, he rose above the clan
Temptation everywhere
He faithfully now walks the walk
Recovery he shares

Sadness still surrounds him
Eyes open for dark skies
Preparing for the looming breach,
He limits joy inside

Why would he risk familiar odds?
Reality is rough
To avoid the possibilities,
Is safer than to trust

Don’t try to understand him
He won’t let you in
He’s had to learn the hard way
He won’t get kicked, again.

But I am pretty lucky,
I’ve known him for so long
With memories and good times
and Billy Joel’s top songs

I wish for him bright colors
Prayers I’m always sending
But Gumdrop holds the steering wheel
He writes the script and ending

Yep.  Gumdrop is a blessing
My friend he’ll always be
Can he step outside his comfort zone?
I guess we’ll have to see.
copyright 03/20/2011 Dedicated to my awesome and lifetime friend, Gabe.
What is the meaning of our life?
We are born at a place.
live for some time
enact different roles
and leave this earth like a stage
and are heard no more

Nothing seems to be in our control:
our birth, colour, gender height,race, nation or our death
we plan many things
some things go as planned
other things happen unexpectedly.
sometimes we are optimistic
ant at times we tend to be pessimistic
but we boast of being realistic

when everything goes wonderfully
we feel we are very great
when everything turns against us
We desperately turn to God for help
Whether God created man
or man created God is a great puzzle
the existence of the soul
is as mysterious as God

Our life continues to perplex us
we may be a king or a servant
our stay on earth is not permanent
it is undoubtedly transient
only philosophy gives us some solace
Even if we live in a Royal palace
In the morning I heard  the Koel’s melodious call
It is a sure sign of Sneaking autumn’s fall
What a striking difference between winter and spring
It is undoubtedly  season’s eternal king

I love nature’s green saree
She smiles with an uncontrollable spree
Her saree is full of beautiful flowers
there are very many different colours

Nature’s Bindi is the glorious sun
Her hair pin is the shining moon
She cools herself with her natural fan
Her stay here might be of a little span

She sits with an yellow sarree in the palanquin
The bride groom looks at her as if she were a queen
Her beauty and shyness is her divine pride
She is a newly married mesmerizing bride
the villages are replete with ripe corn
All the birds enjoy this beautiful morn
 Mar 2011 Nina McNally
Christian
Free music staring at water to far away as it rains not now but it did
the dog is sleeping curled away from me the dog come to me it doesn't
oh peeling dandruff face plaster up the walls
my uncle is gone shopping for a gutter
the rain needs catching because before it was falling not now but it did
I don't live at my own place but I have my own room
its like school with no school
a job with no money what we do for love I eat chocolate
free chocolate with *** inside,
and walmart sold me underwear ten times too big but they gave me socks that fit
pray for me
I sell my car
pray for me
a treadmill too
the money buys a battery
the money buys all.
Its california living can't you tell the palm trees are too tall
I read a book I've read before
and the girls don't respond after sending me their response
oh girls stop playing with my heart its too strong to break so quick trying to tear open these old scars
just respond that you need me,
and I'll tell you, no.
thought to give this site another try. But I tell ya I'm close to leaving, my journal is user friendly, and my mom listens to it all... moms don't count as fans. ******. ;)
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