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TIMES OF OLD

The beauty Im sold
Of buildings of old,
So cold im told,
Character so bold,
Time takes their toll,
Buildings become a mould,
From times of old,
When services were sold,
Stories from souls,
Never been told,
When values were hold,
Integrity never sold,
From souls of old,
Because their words
Were from their soul,
I miss times of old.
Colin Bradley

GOANNAS

The sun as bright as can be
Shinning through the leaves
Goannas are in the trees
Looking for a feed
From a distance i can see
They are looking at the dogs feed
Wonder if they will try to achieve
At stealing the dogs feed
The dogs they can see
My dogs are as mean can be
Wont allow the goannas to have a feed
Waiting for them at the bottom of the tree
One goanna slowly comes down the tree
This goanna might end up being dogs feed
If he comes down the tree
The trees are a safe place to be

Thanking Uncle for his Kind Thinking

Dear Uncle,

I must thank you for your e-mail
I will follow your advice without fail

My e-mail is by you kindly read
And your advice is to mind bread

You have very correctly stated
That sadness gets permeated

Your e-mail is to me a boost
As you do not at all boast

You prefer a calm environment
Which suits your temperament

You have medicated my sad mind
By being toward me kind, not blind

When sad thoughts come to rupture
Forgetting soon will surely enrapture

A Portrait

I

HE gave up beauty in her tender youth,
Gave all her hope and joy and pleasant ways;
She covered up her eyes lest they should gaze
On vanity, and chose the bitter truth.
Harsh towards herself, towards others full of ruth,
Servant of servants, little known to praise,
Long prayers and fasts trenched on her nights and days:
She schooled herself to sights and sounds uncouth
That with the poor and stricken she might make
A home, until the least of all sufficed
Her wants; her own self learned she to forsake,
Counting all earthly gain but hurt and loss.
So with calm will she chose and bore the cross
And hated all for love of Jesus Christ.

Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome

Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome
Has many sonnets: so here now shall be
One sonnet more, a love sonnet, from me
To her whose heart is my heart’s quiet home,
To my first Love, my Mother, on whose knee
I learnt love-lore that is not troublesome;
Whose service is my special dignity,
And she my loadstar while I go and come
And so because you love me, and because
I love you, Mother, I have woven a wreath
Of rhymes wherewith to crown your honored name:
In you not fourscore years can dim the flame

Conversation of Heat and Mind.

Mind: How are you Heart. It’s been trying s awhile since we last talk.
Heart: You know me at the moment. I’m still hurt. I have been trying so hard to push her away.
Mind: You know you needed time right.
Heart: I know…
Mind: So why have a heard time..
Heart: Because I still feel something for her.

On a Holy Day of a Jolly Family

Saraswathi Pooja has come at last
Mother has made lots of dishes
The aroma has increased appetite
Now time has come for all rituals

Varieties of fruits on the huge plate
Innumerable eatables on vessels
Vadai, payasam, idly, et cetera
Dad is now readying himself

The greatest bliss in mind is that
We need not study today totally
Dad will never goad at all now
As Saraswathi is today meditating

A Son Losing Fun under the Sun

That some one I am missing
Memories are passionately kissing
Who is that? You may be guessing
That someone is now blessing

He is no linger living
In my dreams he is coming
Only in Heaven, he is staying
For me he is truly praying

Though troubles he was giving
He also had the mood for forgiving
His temporary absence was relieving
Agony is forever on his permanent leaving

loves journey

Loves Journey

In the dark of night
On the streets of town
I hear my name
So I turn around

As I laid
My eyes on you
I felt a feeling
Strange and new

I’d fallen in love
Love at first sight
Fallen for the stranger
That I met that night

My heart thumped
As sparks flew
And in that split second
In my heart, I knew

That you were the one
Soul mates for life
That we’d start a family
And I’d be you’re wife

.:: Beautiful Dreamer ::.

Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd away!
Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,
List while I woo thee with soft melody;
Gone are the cares of life's busy throng.
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea,
Mermaids are chaunting the wild lorelie;
Over the streamlet vapors are borne,
Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.

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