Bright morning, The sun is coming
The ravens fly away from homes
Wandering about in search of remnants of food
for the starving kids in the nest
Brave is the soul of a raven
hacking the sage of the sky
for survival sake.. to live or to die..

Unfortunate day,
Weather changes drastically
The azure blue sky turned dark
The sun lost its shine,
Heard the thunder shout and strike!
A heavy storm ready to unfold
The sound of the strongest wind..
from far away, vibrating the earth..
shattering ones soul away...
Thunderous... dangerous...
A threat to nature and humankind..

The fierce storm is hitting the trees...
the wooden fence, the brick wall and its contents
are falling apart... falling to the naked ground

The hopeless  ravens are gathering around the tree
trying hard to protect their home
but cruel storm knows no sympathy..
so  gone are the trees, their love nests and families..
The starving kids are nowhere to be seen..
Eaten up by the angry storm
Everything looks so unfamiliar now
The morning they left home...
sweet love nectar in their nests
Evening they come home
to witness a ruin ..
hundreds of lives are broken..
Homeless, loveless... helpless
In a split second, love is torn apart
Their home sweet home no more...

Pretty colored flowers
That are orange, red and yellow
In the Spring air
Flowers are the sweetest things
god ever made...
Magnificent!

Perfect skin….
Fair complexion that glows with a hint of pink
Flawless, perfect skin…
that undulant white skin
What an expensive soft and supple skin
Luxurious ****** and skin treatment…
At expensive spa somewhere...
Her skin so fair…
Worth of a stare…

Dear poets
Do not shed a tear,
Your time is never wasted,
Please do not fear,
your words onto an empty page,
in ink, is mixed into a rage,
it brings a passion, emotion to life,
lost love, a hurt, unfaithful wife,
it touches others, so they may know,
the sorrow, the grief, caused tear to flow,
and they will feel the feelings, clear,
for every poet, who sheds a tear.

They speak of peace and stability
while  vacationing in a dreamland      
reality hurts
sweet words are lies
when actions speak the loudest
   the truth will prevail
    honesty is gold

Missing the hands I used to hold
Your hands in mine, very tight hold,
never letting go of the hands I hold
Then I realized the hands I hold
is not mine to hold...
I let go your hands
It breaks my heart, it feels too cold
My hands too old
My heart too cold
Not again I hold....
Your hands not mine to hold

look at the bee
******* honey from a flower
the honey will never ends
Just like what passionate kiss is like
endless nectar...