Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Starting Swimming (for short story slam week 23)


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Washed by the summer rain,
Gems and grime are grounded,
Skirting the brook,
the road stretches,
touching clouds in the end,
In loud silence I murmur your name,
In blank nights I toy with somber thoughts,
Along the boomer lake hovers dewy wind,
Through the 17-hole bridge trickles some jingling water,
at the corner of our heads daydreams stir,
Via the voice of our words bitterish feelings surrender,
Morning glimmer at the different July orchards,
A day wakes, trouble free,
The roosting bird's singing is great.


Friday, July 6, 2012

The Love of God (4 Short Story Slam and Humor Prompts)


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 Like a swing hanging,
quiet, active, to and fro,
Like a lover's sweet touches,
gentle, heartfelt, sincere and electric,
Rotates the planet earth,
Taxing, turning, expressing,
noiseless, persistent, and faithful,
Forever shines the Light of God.
.
As fragile lives that twitch,
eager, curious, and zestful,
comes the ones divine mother
cherishes the most, loves the best-
then when our weakness wretches,
via sins we feel distressed,
then it is God's great patience,
that guides us through troubled waters.