RHYME IS THE RHTHM OF NATURE

Jan 2011

JVL NARASIMHA RAO

I adore the seasonal harvest
To our eyes it makes a feast
The sun rays make the golden corn
A delightful and lovely morn

The corn bends with the grain
In a soft flowing breeze and rain
And looks like a beautiful woman with gold ear rings
My heart and soul naturally and delightfully sings

After the harvest women carry the mounds on their head
Like the angels in heaven beautifully and gracefully tread
When the corn is thrashed to the floors
It looks like a heap of golden pearls
What a joy to be a farmer!
And to behold nature’s graceful corner!

Jan 2011

Amanda Edmonson

The friends to keep<3

Someone you can stay up late with and talk about everything to,
Someone that will listen to every bit of drama and tell you the truth,
Someone that will fight a girl for you no matter what,
Someone that will hunt down a guy that broke your heart,
Someone that no matter what happens will be there for you,
Someone who if you need them there, will be there at 4:31 am.
Someone who will dry your eyes after a break up or fight with a parent.
Someone who will run and catch you in the middle of school when you see him hugging another girl.
Someone that will hold you and not let go until your ready.
Someone that will pat your back and just listen to you talk.
Someone that makes you laugh 24/7
Someone that will laugh when you trip and help you up.
Someone that will run through the rain with you.
Someone that will skinny dip with you and jump the fence.
Someone that will smile at the end of the day and say "your my bestfriend."

Some place you can go to be safe.
Some place you can go to have someone stand by you.
Some place you can go to feel warm.
Some place you can go to be protected.
Some place you can go where their parents will hide you.
Some place you go where you don't have to worry about anything.

I have this group of friends that no matter what they are there.
I have this group of friends that are connected in our own weird ways.
I have this group of friends that held me after a bad break up.
I have this group of friends that are mean to eachother a lot, but we joke, and we are a family.
I have this group of friends where we say were going to stay in touch.
I have this group of friends that when were upset were there for eachother, boy or girl.
I have this group of friends where we have a lot of drama and cry a lot..and it brings us together.
****, friends, love, heart breaks, same issues, music, class. ect.
we are all connected in some way, but different ways.
They are the bestfriends iv'e ever had.
I'll never let them go in my heart.

to everyone in my group of friends.
alexandra, cece, alex, athena (rose), desteny, maria, kevin, michelle, jesse
and last my mostly not least jarrett! <33

Jan 2011

julian

a tisket, a tasket, a baby in a basket

The dream came into my life like a hot summer day-
the sand I had my feet in held me in place
beach volleyball and hot **** skin
makes me feel like I ought to go for a swim

The dream came into my heart like a red hot silver dart-
the pistol cocked it's hammer
after the shot I started to stammer
so much for beauty and all that glamor

The dream came into my mind like a buried treasure-
golden birds gathered like birds of the feather
the giant blue hand held fast to the tether
sounds came crashing in and for this I never felt better

poems inspired by dreams...it's good to be back!

Jan 2011

Louis Brown

My Favorite People Are Women

My favorite people are women
Right from the very beginning
Let the boss kick your tail
Let the stockmarket fail
In her arms you will know you are winning

Some come with the loveliest chassis
They like to put fog on your glasses
Pursue till you catch one
Persistance will fetch one
Who'll love to receive your cool passes

MY FAVORITE PEOPLE ARE WOMEN
THEY LOVE COWBOYS AND LAWYERS AND ******
THEY GIVE THEIR LAST CRUMB
MY MOTHER WAS ONE
MY FAVORITE PEOPLE ARE WOMEN

She has the same notion as you son
She's not a big teaser to out run
Commit a wee bit of chasing
Then it's time for embracing
Your libido is due for some fun

As you've kept your nose to the grindstone
Receiving great love from a fine one
If you're worn to deep slumber
You can take down her number
There's always another night, Son

CHORUS

Copyright Louis Brown

Jan 2011

JVL NARASIMHA RAO

SHE IS A POETIC MUSE

She is a poetic muse
Her poems I always choose
Like an electrical fuse
She sends out great power
And like a sprinkling shower
She makes me shiver
A perennial river
Who has cosmic power
She sits at the tower
From her wonderful quiver
She shoots the arrows of flower
Like an angel’s delightful wings
Her writings are imperishable sayings
She is a divine rose
And makes me doze
Her poetry is intoxicating wine
Far brighter than sunshine
She is lovelier than moonlight
And makes our souls bright
She comes from heavenly light
To cause all of us great delight
She belongs to the universe
And is immortal in her verse
I sit at her tender feet
Wondering at her poetic feat
Let us all give her a big hand
As she makes our lives so grand
She is a nectar ******* bee
Could you guess who that muse could be?

Some thnk it is mere flattery and others may appreciate it.This is a poem on poetic muse.It may be personal or universal.This poem is appliicable to all those who write verse

Jan 2011

Dee Thomas

Drunk On My Tears

Your hateful words lash out and cut me open wide
My heart is bleeding an unarmed, gaping laceration
You drink willingly from the drops of blood I’ve cried
I tirelessly try to search your dark eyes for reparation

Your smile let’s me know that you have found pleasure
You want to see me hurt and I have made it all so easy
In my heart your disrespect has been hidden like a treasure
Words of regret come so quick I know it’s to appease me

It is no accident that you are able to drain me of emotion
This pain is all I have ever seen and all that I have known
Without pain there is no understanding of devotion
So much in love with the performance I have deeply grown

You use sorry as a band-aide to patch the deepened scars
I have heard it so so many times throughout the years
Your words have wounded me like the numbers of stars
I see that you have become drunk thirsting for my tears

You play me like the marionette made of strings and bone
I dance around like a fool for you in my steely iron chains
I have a much greater fear of being so desperately alone
That I have erased any memory of strength that remains

The only thing that is missing is the violence in your hands
Although in time those scars will begin to slowly fade away
I much prefer the lasting pain that killing my soul demands
I can hold on much more tightly to the divisive words you say

In my silence you see weakness but I just don’t want to fight
I don’t understand love without pain that cuts me to the core
And while I cry because it still hurts, inside I love the spite
I must love it like no other thing; I keep coming back for more

All abuse is not physical and can often last longer than any visible scars. I wrote this while in an abusive relationship that I found hard to leave....

Jan 2011

Kate Little

Lost In The Nearness Of You

I breathe you in until I can no more
And savor ev’ry moment that you’re near
Breathless. Winded. Your closeness I adore
For in your sweet embrace I have no fear
I drink you in until I am replete
You fill and overflow my wanting heart
Two souls rejoice and hearts together beat
A bond beyond compare; never to part
And as we slowly dance this dance of love
And all others are but a silhouette
You draw me close; as one; like hand and glove
Then speak to me the words I’ll not forget

And in my heart they’re locked; and there they’ll stay
Forever more – until my dying day

A Sonnet

Words K A Little 2010
All Rights Reserved

Jan 2011

Kate Little

Ode to A Teacher

With generosity of time and care
He teaches her about the things he knows.
Such as a couplet is a rhyming pair
And how a sonnet ought to be composed.
Pentameter iambic is the key
With accents, syllables and scansion too.
It seems a huge and baffling mystery
But bit by bit he gives a hint. A clue.
“It helps to tap your fingers on the desk
To count the syllables and hear the beat.
For some this seems bizarre and quite grotesque
But listen hard and count along. It’s sweet!”
A teacher true who cares for flawless rhyme
I thank you friend for giving me your time.

A Sonnet

Words by K A Little 2011
All Rights Reserved

Jan 2011

JVL NARASIMHA RAO

GOD'S MUSIC AND MAGIC

Shall I sing my telugu sonorous song
Which will stay for so long?
Like the cool breeze it touches your every part
And like any great art it surely soothes your heart

Have you ever heard of the great Bards
Annamayya and kshetrayya who sang
With a lot of godly emotion
And inexpressible passion?

I am very proud of my culture and song
Which will definitely make you throng
Your song may be sweeter and fine
But I like my song because it’s mine

God is undoubtedly music
We can’t understand his magic
Music is really intoxicating and divine
It is much more tranquilizing than even French wine

Jan 2011

JVL NARASIMHA RAO

A CHILD IS GREATER THAN A TEACHER

Only for the child does exist the school
Forgetting this, a teacher becomes a fool
He should always be very cool
And should never try autocratically to rule

A child is not a blank paper
He is the knowledge creator
And he/she is not an empty slate
But he/she is incredibly great

A teacher should never underestimate the child
And never believe his behaviour is so wild
A child is not an insignificant creature
He has got an inestimable bright future

Learning doesn’t happen by mere teaching
It happens by observing, experimenting
Meaning making, exploring and experiencing
A teacher shouldn’t resort to child’s fault finding

The frequency of the teacher and the taught must be the same
Then the teacher gets an unbelievable name and fame
The difference between teaching and learning gets lost
The language construction and knowledge creation becomes so vast

Jan 2011

Fiona Guest

The Landscape Rolls

The landscape rolls,
The page unfolds,
And letters flood the gap.

The trees entwined,
The words in rhyme,
A sentence spreads its trap.

The world can turn
But paper burns
Until it turns to black.

Jan 2011

Galman Frederick Ferguson

The Long Road Down The Hill To The Sea

We walked and we walked
As i talked, you talked
The day was clear, and you were so near
I got my beer, handsome you were my dear.

You swore i tried to ignore
Me you adore,still i wanted more
Hand in hand, into my eyes you looked
We walked the land, like lovers in the Good Book.

There it was my love,blue and shiny
The sea with clouds above,the morning dew wet our faces so funny
You smiled and sang like a lonely rover
Still a mile we ran,scarcely sober

There you and me we sat before the ocean
My beer had gone flat, but everything was in motion.
I kissed you and you smiled, again happily we strode
So true we stood there for a while,what a long happy road.

Jan 2011

JVL NARASIMHA RAO

WHAT IS REAL BEAUTY?

What is real beauty? is difficult to define
We may find it if our manners are fine
You can see it even in a poor man’s sweat
Or in an innocent baby’s taking rest

Beauty is more inside than outside
External beauty may give us temporary delight
But internal beauty is the real light
It is soul’s inexpressible blissful plight

Beauty is not a thing of permanence
It’s a matter of mere relativity
It may lead us to excessive vanity
Real beauty lies in purity

Your body and mind should be pure
You will feel internal beauty for sure
You can see beauty in unselfish duty
God’s eternal duty is the only real beauty