Shadows

Living in the shadows

Enjoying its restrain,

Someone’s calling me out

But how am I to liberate? 

This has been my life

Darkness and flight,

Shadows and shades

Fulfilling every game.

It’s the glimmer of light

That’s calling me, alright!

How can I trust you?

How can I step out?

This is how it goes

Done by friend and foe,

Take a step, look to the light

Shadows, I’m here for a fight!

Summer

In search of some thrills, I wore my pretty frills,

Walking down the beach and looking at the sun

I said to myself, “This should be so much fun!”

But how should I know that life will have its go

On a day like today, a bright summer’s day

 

You may be wondering, “What’s all this about?”

What is she talking and what’s the kick about?

 

Well, to keep the story short

And not to lose the thought…

This is a quick taste of how

 My lines will come about!!

Daffodils by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

Love this pic

I love cats especially kittens.
Hence this cute pic of a kitten with its eyes closed...cho..chweet.....
A poem dedicated to kittens.....

Kittens! Kittens!

Kittens kittens everywhere
Kittens chewing on my hair
Kittens climbing up my jeans
Kittens hanging from the screens
There's a kitten on each shoulder
Will they do this when they're older?

Kittens fighting on the chairs
Kittens tumbling down the stairs
There's a kitten on my head
There's a kitten in the bread!
There's a kitten in my shoe
I don't believe we just have two!

Author Unknown or William Wordsworth

Anchor of my soul

This is after a gap of more than a decade I am writing a poem.....I have no clue what really prevented me from writing all these years....Occasions when I made several attempts....but all in vain....Today out of the blue I managed to scribble a few lines ....It's a start for me at least....Can only thank God for it......

Walking down the path and thinking of the days gone by,
brings in a simple truth of who's been with me
the days when i cried and the days when i smiled
friends you ask, what about your dear ones?
No! not them as this journey was set alone
Been to places where my heart was wrenched with pain,
But all the way I had my Saviour at my side,
Faithful, Compassionate Friend.

He did not leave me nor desert me,
His promises kept my spirit from failing,
His words were honey, the 'Living Bread' to my soul,
He lifted me up when I stumbled
and set my heart to sing songs of “Heaven”
Journey will continue and even as I tarry,
I seek your presence O LORD.....
and cry out like those who cried to You in the days of old
“My stronghold and the Anchor of my soul.....”

Can be done.......

How often do we come across individuals who encourage us in a task never done before? Few, maybe none.... This poem says it well..... "It couldn't be done" by Edgar Guest

Somebody said that it couldn't be done,
But, he with a chuckle replied
That "maybe it couldn't" but he would be one
Who wouldn't say so till he'd tried.

So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn't be done, as he did it.

Somebody scoffed: "Oh, you'll never do that;
At least no one we know has done it";
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat,
And the first thing we knew he'd begun it.

With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn't be done, and he did it.

There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
There are thousands to prophesy failure;
There are thousands to point out to you, one by one,
The dangers that wait to assail you.

But just buckle right in with a bit of a grin,
Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start to sing as you tackle the thing
That cannot be done, and you'll do it

Parts Copyright (C) White Dove Books

Poem by Lord Tennyson

As usual I'm not in the mood to write and as always I take the support of Lord Tennyson's poem-Tears, Idle Tears.....

TEARS, IDLE TEARS

by: Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892)

'EARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean,

Tears from the depth of some divine despair

Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,

In looking on the happy autumn-fields,

And thinking of the days that are no more.







'Fresh as the first beam glittering on the sail,

That brings our friends up from the underworld,

Sad as the last which reddens over one

That sinks with all we love below the verge;

So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.







'Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns

The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds

To dying ears, when unto dying eyes

The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;

So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.







'Dear as remember'd kisses after death,

And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd

On lips that are for others; deep as love,

Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;

O Death in Life, the days that are no more.'

'Tears, Idle Tears' is reprinted from English Poems. Ed. Edward Chauncey Baldwin. New York: American Book Company, 1908.

Life..full of care....

I just felt I needed to pen down something, but unfortunately I'm not in a state to write a poem of my own. So decided to emote myself through one of my yet another favorite poem "Leisure" by W.H.Davies. Loved reciting it in school..... Here goes.....

WHAT is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?—

No time to stand beneath the boughs,
And stare as long as sheep and cows:

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night:

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance:

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

I love this poem

I love poems, simple truths expressed in beautiful metaphors and similes. This is one of my favorite poem written by William Cowper, "God Moves In A Mysterious Way"

God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.

Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill
He treasures up His bright designs,
And works His sovereign will.

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.

His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.

Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.