life is full of choices
thinking, life is nothing but choice
you chose to read this
you chose how you woke up this morning
you chose your friend
you chose to listen
you chose to do all these things
you chose to live
you chose to make somthing of yourself
you chose never to give up
you make your life what you make it
but the things people chose to do to you
you chose to let them
but i chose to write this
and i chose to stop
Lumothus
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Fingers are Fair Game
I've got a rocket
In my pocket;
I cannot stop to play.
Away it goes!
I've burned my toes.
It's Independence Day.
"Rocket in my Pocket" Anonymous
In my pocket;
I cannot stop to play.
Away it goes!
I've burned my toes.
It's Independence Day.
"Rocket in my Pocket" Anonymous
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Scalded
Churning and boiling
heaving, hot - like a cup of tea
on a table in an earthquake.
The steam zigzags up as
the cup clanks and rat-tat-tatson the saucer
And the dark tea sloshes around
in a whirlpool
over-spilling the sides and
staining the fine lace cloth
PressureStressForceGravity - and then
E X P L O S I O N!
and silence.
Peace.
The deadened silence of a cease- fire . . .
thick, heavy silence.
It's almost as unbearable as the quake . . .
more ominous . . . fearful . . . unknown . . .
Can this uncertain peace
really be more comfortable
than certain war?
Wendy Flora
heaving, hot - like a cup of tea
on a table in an earthquake.
The steam zigzags up as
the cup clanks and rat-tat-tatson the saucer
And the dark tea sloshes around
in a whirlpool
over-spilling the sides and
staining the fine lace cloth
PressureStressForceGravity - and then
E X P L O S I O N!
and silence.
Peace.
The deadened silence of a cease- fire . . .
thick, heavy silence.
It's almost as unbearable as the quake . . .
more ominous . . . fearful . . . unknown . . .
Can this uncertain peace
really be more comfortable
than certain war?
Wendy Flora
Thursday, June 4, 2009
For Air France Flight 447
These hearts were woven of human joys and cares,
Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth.
The years had given them kindness. Dawn was theirs,
And sunset, and the colours of the earth.
These had seen movement, and heard music; known
Slumber and waking; loved; gone proudly friended;
Felt the quick stir of wonder; sat alone;
Touched flowers and furs and cheeks. All this is ended.
There are waters blown by changing winds to laughter
And lit by the rich skies, all day. And after,
Frost, with a gesture, stays the waves that dance
And wandering loveliness. He leaves a white
Unbroken glory, a gathered radiance,
A width, a shining peace, under the night
The Dead, Rupert Brooke
Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth.
The years had given them kindness. Dawn was theirs,
And sunset, and the colours of the earth.
These had seen movement, and heard music; known
Slumber and waking; loved; gone proudly friended;
Felt the quick stir of wonder; sat alone;
Touched flowers and furs and cheeks. All this is ended.
There are waters blown by changing winds to laughter
And lit by the rich skies, all day. And after,
Frost, with a gesture, stays the waves that dance
And wandering loveliness. He leaves a white
Unbroken glory, a gathered radiance,
A width, a shining peace, under the night
The Dead, Rupert Brooke
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Serenity’s Song
A calming moment
Sitting on a concrete bench
The stillness broken only
By the songs of the birds in the trees overhead
A place of great peace
Flowing from this willing heart
Forever beginning
In this instant of time
The birds’ songs continue
As the beauty invades
Pervasively rippling
Serenity’s quiet song
Steve Robinson 2008
Sitting on a concrete bench
The stillness broken only
By the songs of the birds in the trees overhead
A place of great peace
Flowing from this willing heart
Forever beginning
In this instant of time
The birds’ songs continue
As the beauty invades
Pervasively rippling
Serenity’s quiet song
Steve Robinson 2008
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Postcards from the Bermuda Triangle
I haven't disappeared, though it may seem so. I've been away on business. Even though I haven't been here, I want you to know I have had others to watch over you, armed with the latest high - tech kitchen gadgets and appliances. The MEGA3000 Mixer is an especially powerful deterrent.
I miss walking through our home with all of you. You're all very special to me. I will join you again when I can, and hope you all are well. I understand many of you are having problems. I am extremely sorry, and wish for better days ahead.
I miss walking through our home with all of you. You're all very special to me. I will join you again when I can, and hope you all are well. I understand many of you are having problems. I am extremely sorry, and wish for better days ahead.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Reconsidering The Seven
Deadly Sins? Please — let's replace Pride
with Modesty, especially when it's false.
And thank goodness for Lust, without it
I wouldn't be here. Would you?
Envy, Greed — why not? If they lead us
to better ourselves, to Ambition.
And Gluttony, like a healthy belch, is a guest's
best response to being served a good meal.
I'll take Sloth over those busybodies
who can't sit still, watch a sunset
without yammering, or snapping a picture.
Now that makes me Wrathful.
Peter Pereira
with Modesty, especially when it's false.
And thank goodness for Lust, without it
I wouldn't be here. Would you?
Envy, Greed — why not? If they lead us
to better ourselves, to Ambition.
And Gluttony, like a healthy belch, is a guest's
best response to being served a good meal.
I'll take Sloth over those busybodies
who can't sit still, watch a sunset
without yammering, or snapping a picture.
Now that makes me Wrathful.
Peter Pereira
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