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The light you bring to our friendship
is indescribable. It’s like a melody
that makes me smile every time I hear.
You could’ve burned me from the start,
but instead showed a gentle glow.
It allowed me to gain a deeper
and larger view of the world.
We walk different paths,
see life in different ways,
but make each other better.
Remember you’re powerful enough to burn
through all the storms of life.
To one of my best friends
solEmn oaSis Dec 2015
"We Should Not Despair" Lightning Strikes!
come what may idiom optimism,
practice what you preach.
practice makes perfect.
no body is perfect.
Why Practice?
"Do not
merely listen to
the word, and so
deceive yourselves.
Do what it says."(James 1:22)
"Imperfection is beauty" it's better to be*
*
absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring
be aware to play with yourself...alone!
that was my life lesson
and would be my new year's resolution
this boomerang of mine hopefully catch by someone.

p.s.
i will miss  you all
happy new year fellas!
A half quart 2015 one night advance year-ender to recall
cause tomorrow's new years' eve
gotta be busy for me

POETS AND WRITERS ...SO LONG!
" DUMADAGUNDONG NA PAGSALUBONG "

#shapeofapparition101
  Dec 2015 solEmn oaSis
Kelly Rose
Is there anything more wonderful
Then being part of the poet’s corner?
Lucky am I to be a poetry lover!
A romance novelist used poetry to ponder
A story that changes and transforms
One’s heart.  Is there anything more wonderful?
Joining a poetry site, I blundered
My way to writing a poem, oh what torture!
But lucky am I to be a poetry lover.
Many offered their support, allowing me to discover
My path and slowly my writing became stronger.
Is there anything more wonderful?
So many inspired awe and wonder,
Giving me strength to claim my own corner,
Justifying my becoming a poetry lover.
To those who offered encouragement so tender
I offer my thanks and give honor.
Is there anything more wonderful
Than becoming a poetry lover?*

Kelly Rose
December 29, 2015
When I first came to this site, everyone was so supportive and encouraging.  I would like to thank - Nat Lipstadt, SE Reimer, Wolf Spirit, Tonya Maria, Anubis the Philosomancer, Sjr1000, Timothy, The Anonymous Joker, K. Kalachandran, Pradip Chattopadhyay,Traveler, Jack and r who all supported me in those early days, as well as so many others.  Thank you and I wish everyone a wonderful New Year
  Dec 2015 solEmn oaSis
Nirvana
the heart has grown old
and my eyes are tired
only tears it hold
and my heart wants to retire

the heart holds the pain
and eyes show its scar
with salty water it contain
serenity of the face they mar

your thoughts hit my mind
every now and then
our encounters I remind
as if you occupied my mind's Ben

with your dreams in my eyes
I remember you only thrice
past, present and future
your thoughts my mind nurture

my heart is sore
and can't take it anymore
even my eyes are dried
I failed in every attempt I tried

I find it perfect
how imperfect my love is:
your ignorance I'll accept
just don't ask me to forget you please!

the heart has grown old
and my eyes are tired
only tears it hold
and my heart wants to retire
Missing You is the worst part of my life!!
solEmn oaSis Dec 2015
Dear wordvango,

" the night before " Christmas eve
i got this dream of mine so illusive
so clear as if i am awake,, i am so afraid that time but it was not a cold nightmare
although i am sleeping, my pen was collaborating to Paul Butters' poem entitled " daymare "

" the chef " (ang punong tagapagluto)

in an exhibit... there was this---dish entry
it has been sabotage unintentionally
because of that incident, i have my query
who is really affected? the one who tasted it or the contemporary?

because if in each every scoop
has fright threatening just like a loop
what's therein on on self vitality
if the air- sacrifice seems to be fatality

any moment from now on
those victims in a food poison
should be careful after judgement based in most of the liked
over the exhibit-table, only those innocent will be so amazed
ako ang alay sa kultong napanaginipan ko
tila bangungot na kinakain ng multong ginawa ko
hanggang sa ang sugo ay dumating
at kakatwang itinigil ang ritual upang
ako ay gisingin at iligtas ang bawat kaanib ng punong
tagapagluto!
solEmn oaSis Dec 2015
" bedside lamp "

solEmn oaSis : please don't turn it off ryn
i've got somethin' to tell,,,
i need that light!
ryn :  Haha it's just a conclusion for the series! There'll be more soon I hope. Thanks
solEmn oaSis : my gratitude ryn,,
and i hope this one will be our introductory-edition
for a simple collaboration
Congratulation ryn for your Goodnight on the daily...
my #shapeofapparition101
including *** and pen
gets to know more about your 30 days of poem concretion
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