My sweet grandson Mathias
with eyes so blue
as the coral sea.
And when he smile to me
I discover the whole new world.
Magical feeling envelops me
when we are together
and I show and give him
much love and care.
When he reaches his hands to me
and says: Momoo..
It warms my heart with joy
and gives me strength
to belive and be strong.
I love him from the bottom
of my heart
He shows me that is worth
to live
when I have experience
and quality time with him.

Millions, trillions and billions of follower's read our poems.
Poets write  their ideas and views in poem
All  of it gives their true opinion's to each other.
We exchange our feelings with each other
It gives us inner happiness to join our feelings with each other.
We admire, love ,and show our desire to each other.

Start Thinking Whatever you do,
High Times passes away,
When will you take  decision's,
When  river crosses their limits,
When sea tides becomes T-Sunami,

Start Implementing Whatever plans you commits,
High Times passes away,
Goals cannot be achieved without planning,
Why you are wasting your precious time,
Without any crime,
Perfection comes when we  Structure it, Plan it , Implement it and finally Deploy it.
Result can be achieved by Innovative and Creative Idea's & Thoughts

On the run for refuge

His family and burden huge

The sky his shelter

His bed made in heather

Is there a tomorrow 

away from his sorrow 

what doth humanity gain

Humans inflicted in pain

Chained to nations fence

Human heart seeking defence 

To the refuge they run

Wrecked life under sun

Seeking open gates wide

Souls weak a shelter to hide

Tis earth created not by hand

God the one made Tis land

Yet nations fail their own

A fence destroying their sown

wars waged at human cost

Stop we plead for life lost

Unite may Tis world join hand

For refuge every man's land

Twisted sheets, mind on stutter
Unable to sort through this midnight clutter
Put it away for tomorrow
But what to do with my gnawing sorrow?
I circle soft blue on color book pages
Hoping the repetition eventually assuages
The raw edged reality of lonely dark hours
Filling the void with Crayola flowers

Where are the angels?

A man in trouble knees to pray
God tis a question an answer thou to say
in troubles you lend me an angel everyday
yet where are the angels i have not seen them in my way

from the heaven above a voice he heard
son stand before a mirror and be not sad
times everything doth look so bad
time to see the angel that made thee glad

think of the person with you in troubles stood
think of the person in hunger who gave food
think of the person in failure said thou art good
think of the person thy heart understood

the voice from heaven in silence end
tears to the eyes the words did send
remembered he those hands that lend
his quest for angels did end

angels be yound and old
beauty or beast with love never sold
angels in life found in every end
spare a moment and they have a name called a friend

we poets spend lives
writing praise and penances;
the wine of our souls.

~
he who is a little ahead of his time
whose treasures of the words random
romanticism is in the blood, marrow,
his mood is as the autumn clouds

he who has lost his path within path
drowning with dreams, sunk you within dreams  
again holds thousands of lost dreams
fly the colorful kites in the blue sky

he who hide within himself
**** in his naked poetry
In forms humorous,harmonic  
as a portrait of the Vincent's starry night

he is a pilgrim who has lost himself within spirituality  
holds everything with the love  
who is for everybody so everybody is for him
But in fact there is nothing in all his

he who is simple straight as the waterfall
when in complex grew hard stone
who broke rules for building rules,
knows himself within the other life

whose words never be end
again he moves on and on
who laughs in the moonlight
again swept in pain without thinking any gain

who looks the life
as a grain of sand
and see the sign of love
in the footprint of a fossil

he who is a poet -
~