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Poetry : Sticks And Stones

Poetry : Sticks And Stones

STICKS AND STONES “STICKS AND STONES may break my bones, But words will never hurt me.” So they say, but I know is untrue, Because words can hurt just as much too. It’s not just the sticks you use to hit, That makes me recoil with terror; It’s the words you hurl, when they bit It’s hurts me much, much more. The glare you throw in my direction, It makes my hair stands on end; ‘cause I see the hatred,…

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Poetry : Old Man’s Wisdom

Poetry : Old Man’s Wisdom

Author’s Note : This poem was inspired by advises from the elderly, what we here called Old Man’s Wisdom. Old Man’s Wisdom Mine not to lead, but mine to follow, Mine not to weep, but mine to keep aglow; No rights have I to be your elder, Neither rights have I to be your teacher. But friend, true am I in sharing these words, My needs that you keep on the right road; As a friend so true, these words I…

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How To Write A Good Article In Fifteen Minutes

How To Write A Good Article In Fifteen Minutes

First of all, why fifteen? Well, why not fifteen? And because I say so. It could easily be ten or twenty, but the average time for me is fifteen, no joke. Secondly, the articles I usually write within the fifteen-minute time frame average around 500 to 1200 words. This is medium-length, which for me works just splendidly. They are not too long that I lose focus halfway through writing, nor too short there’s barely any point in writing them. Thirdly,…

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Poetry: The Shepherd, Not The Sheep

Poetry: The Shepherd, Not The Sheep

Now I lay me down to sleep, But sleep won’t come how e’er much I try; So I start to count down the sheep, But they keep skipping away, so spry. So I say, in despair, oh my lordy! When lo and behold, a Voice says, Yes. I sit up in surprise and exclaim, Holy! The Voice replies, Indeed, and bless. I look all around and ask, who’s there? The Voice replies, ’tis Me, my own. I say, come forth…

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Poetry : Merry, Merry Heart

Poetry : Merry, Merry Heart

OH JOY, oh wonder, ‘tis glorious day – may it lasts, See the sparkling jewels embedded among the grass, See the pretty diamonds dripping among the leaves, Truly, joy it is to live in this bliss! Listen! It’s the music of the bubbling brooks, Now gay, how cheerful it gives one’s outlook! But hark! The mournful sound drifting near, ‘tis the haunted cry of the remorseful creature! Oh shepherd, see your charge is in sorrow, Perhaps it fears for another…

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Poetry : The Value Of A Friend

Poetry : The Value Of A Friend

DEAR ONE, life is not as it seems it is, There is more to life than toils or bliss; Great is the gift of learning all you can, Greater is the gift of a True Friend. A friend is a teacher of the facts of life, A friend is a helper in your many strives; A friend is a mirror which pictures yourself, To turn you into the better person you crave; But in seeking a friend, beware of the…

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Poetry : Adored Love

Poetry : Adored Love

MY LOVE, sweet is the moment when I think of you, Glorious is the day and the sky so blue; The brightness of the Sun, the lightness of the breeze, The perfumed flowers – this is your kiss. The cool, soft touch of the falling rain, The gentle caress of your loving hand. The music of the brooks – oh so dear, The sound of your voice, whispering in my ear. Dearest, these things I love because of you, I…

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Living Your Dreams

Living Your Dreams

Firstly, Do Not Procrastinate I’ve always wanted to be a writer. I have mentioned this fact several times in my site here. But wanting is not going to be enough, you have to want it and make it a reality. Several years ago, I said that I was gong to write a book and publish it. Then, I procrastinated. The year after the year when I said I would write my book and publish it, I thought, “If I had…

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Poetry : The Poem, It Rhymes!!

Poetry : The Poem, It Rhymes!!

The Poem, It Rhymes!! ‘Write a poem’, they say, ‘but make it rhyme not’, they say, ‘I will try my hardest’, I say, ‘to do it your way’; So I pick up my pen, and my back I bend, Trying to write this poem as good as I can; So I write a sentence and then comes the second line, Which I try my hardest to not make it rhyme; Well, I guess ‘line’ and ‘rhyme’ only almost sound the…

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Poetry : Happy Love

Poetry : Happy Love

Happy Love YOU ARE the symbol of our love, You are my gift from above; You kindled in my heart a glorious flame, Yea, loving you brings me no shame. You teach me the joy of being free, To know, to feel, to be truly happy. You awaken me to my own needs, Your love for my I heartily bid. Happiest of days when you were mine, Everlasting love – the ties that binds; No harshness, no cruelty, no toils…

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