This is dedicated to the most lovely smiley in the world.
April the First, Andrew smiles in the sunrise
"What gifts should they enjoy?" pondering
flipping his touch typing, smiling
"This is a real one for all their benefits..."
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Showing posts with label Whispers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Whispers. Show all posts
Apr 1, 2011
Mar 31, 2011
For Jennifer
This poem is dedicated to a lady who changes the world using her warmth from the bottom of her heart.
A green card of invitation
Written by your smiles sweet
I became Alice
In the world of wonders real
A green card of invitation
Written by your smiles sweet
I became Alice
In the world of wonders real
Mar 10, 2011
Bookshelves
How many romances start by
reaching for the same book?
Quite a lot due to your height
is designed for reahing higher.
How many big names start by
walking forward in your aisles?
Quite a lot due to your capability
is desgined to make them capable.
How many successes stored by
books presneted on your arms?
Quite a lot because your arms
support all who seek success.
reaching for the same book?
Quite a lot due to your height
is designed for reahing higher.
How many big names start by
walking forward in your aisles?
Quite a lot due to your capability
is desgined to make them capable.
How many successes stored by
books presneted on your arms?
Quite a lot because your arms
support all who seek success.
Mar 9, 2011
Footprints
A discovery in the sunset
a circle of little skinny clovers
in the fresh snow carpet
waven by nature overnight
a close look at this wonder
oh, footprints can be creative
nothing man-made'll compete
the walking trace from a bird
the shape is a heart, with clover
footprints from an early bird
a circle of little skinny clovers
in the fresh snow carpet
waven by nature overnight
a close look at this wonder
oh, footprints can be creative
nothing man-made'll compete
the walking trace from a bird
the shape is a heart, with clover
footprints from an early bird
Mar 8, 2011
For Women
This is dedicated to the International Women's Day.
Nameless intends no offence to other gender groups.
You are daughters, mothers and friends
capable, beautiful, warm and sweet
many praises, songs and verses
fall short to highlight your traits
Today is a day for all women who love
a world that once failed to recognize
they are contributors to life and hope
as well as the go-to sweet home for all
Cherish your pride and confidence
Nameless intends no offence to other gender groups.
You are daughters, mothers and friends
capable, beautiful, warm and sweet
many praises, songs and verses
fall short to highlight your traits
Today is a day for all women who love
a world that once failed to recognize
they are contributors to life and hope
as well as the go-to sweet home for all
Cherish your pride and confidence
Mar 6, 2011
Airport
Look at you, busy busy busy
people flow like the River of Nile
not much is told of their stories
except a ticket and a boarding line
Iron birds reside in your territory
Arrivals and departtures are the two
ways they connect and talk with you
signals and lights show their road
A starting point for all who leave
and a home for all who arrive
people flow like the River of Nile
not much is told of their stories
except a ticket and a boarding line
Iron birds reside in your territory
Arrivals and departtures are the two
ways they connect and talk with you
signals and lights show their road
A starting point for all who leave
and a home for all who arrive
Mar 5, 2011
Detective
Is your heart bigger than an elephant?
Or your brain smaller than a walnut?
Smoke a pipe is a must, better plant
a tree back after you solved a myth of nut
You see the labyrinth open wide in front
collecting all the jigsaw pieces I'll help
Raise your hand pointing at the clown
don't forget your lyric of "It is YOU!"
Or your brain smaller than a walnut?
Smoke a pipe is a must, better plant
a tree back after you solved a myth of nut
You see the labyrinth open wide in front
collecting all the jigsaw pieces I'll help
Raise your hand pointing at the clown
don't forget your lyric of "It is YOU!"
Feb 25, 2011
Spring
Twinkling twinkling ice road breaking
Melting belting piling snow shrinking
Spring spring the season for awakening
Waving leaves of the tree in front of my house
Are the wind coming from the far north
Together with a cloud of rain and linghting
Singing of nameless birds surrounding
Telling stories of the past months freezing
Young buds taking off their winter coating
Such is a time of hope and planning
Melting belting piling snow shrinking
Spring spring the season for awakening
Waving leaves of the tree in front of my house
Are the wind coming from the far north
Together with a cloud of rain and linghting
Singing of nameless birds surrounding
Telling stories of the past months freezing
Young buds taking off their winter coating
Such is a time of hope and planning
Feb 20, 2011
Hope
Hope is in your hand
once you see by heart
Pretty flowers may open
excellent colour and fragrance
Is in the sea where we find
special treasure we miss
In the mountains afar
no one else can reach
once you see by heart
Pretty flowers may open
excellent colour and fragrance
Is in the sea where we find
special treasure we miss
In the mountains afar
no one else can reach
Feb 14, 2011
Alone
Bloody rose, transparent ashes
Dream fragments, whose tears?
Twilight beams, night’s veils
Memory scatters, whose sadness?
Crystal Rose, circular blossoms
Falling petals, whose waiting oath?
Passed stories, endings unknown
Crystal Rose, circular blossoms
Falling petals, whose waiting oath?
Passed stories, endings unknown
Beautiful illusion, who's companion?
Weak flower heart, lonely cipher in algorism
Piles of memories, in the world, broken
Bloody rose, dream fragments
Scattered stories, no returns, no ends
Weak flower heart, lonely cipher in algorism
Piles of memories, in the world, broken
Bloody rose, dream fragments
Scattered stories, no returns, no ends
ALONE ,the music. OST from Pandora Hearts.
Feb 7, 2011
Friends
1. Friends are people who give you a hug
when you are happy or sad
2. Friends are people who you go for
when you are confused or excited
3. Friends are people who tell you the truth
when you do well or wrong
4. Friends are people who may not enjoy the dish
but enjoy the process of making it with you
when you are happy or sad
2. Friends are people who you go for
when you are confused or excited
3. Friends are people who tell you the truth
when you do well or wrong
4. Friends are people who may not enjoy the dish
but enjoy the process of making it with you
Feb 6, 2011
Winter
One two three
Flakes twittering
Four five six
Bushes wavering
Seven eight nine
Foxes muttering
Snow storm comes
Hide yourself in warmth
Flakes twittering
Four five six
Bushes wavering
Seven eight nine
Foxes muttering
Snow storm comes
Hide yourself in warmth
Feb 5, 2011
On the Way Home
Life is hard, he thought,
walking on a path of ice.
Last time...he thought
chilly wind floating his scarf
I drew...he thought
holding his old brush
the corner...he thought
arranging his backpack
of the street...he thought
pulling down his hood
I made it warm...he thought
rubbing his ear with the empty hand
Today is different...he thought
looking ahead far to the end
Feb 4, 2011
Cry for Trees
A man cries out, sadly, for trees
I pass by him, curiously, "Why you cry?"
"No ONE cares for trees...", he sobs, "They will die..."
I ask him, seriously, "Can I help?"
He raises his eyes, watery, "Will you cry with me?"
I answer him, frankly, "We can heal the trees."
He shakes his head, disappointed, "Unless you love them..."
I have love, for trees, "How much love they need?"
He looks around, distrustful, "ONE is not enough..."
I pass by him, curiously, "Why you cry?"
"No ONE cares for trees...", he sobs, "They will die..."
I ask him, seriously, "Can I help?"
He raises his eyes, watery, "Will you cry with me?"
I answer him, frankly, "We can heal the trees."
He shakes his head, disappointed, "Unless you love them..."
I have love, for trees, "How much love they need?"
He looks around, distrustful, "ONE is not enough..."
Feb 3, 2011
Rainbow
She is the one
She is the two
B six one two
Is the elephant the elephant in the zoo?
He is the ein
He is the zwei
E seven one two
Rose is the rose the rosy one in the room.
It is the un
It is the doux
S eight one two
I am the I, you are the you
We are the uno
We are the dos
T nine one two
Show who you are the one who are you...
*Tip: It is a small word game. Hints are in the numbers and the picture. Can you find the seccrets behind it?
Feb 2, 2011
Warmth
Young Mum murmurs
sleepy sleepy, little baby
gently gently smiling
Old Granny totters
hunchbacked, fingers trembling
with bags of grocery
Little Boy mumbles
"Coutersy, courtesy..seating"
offering his tiny space
Sunny winter warmth
Ambrosia in florescence
*Tip: Ambrosia means: a. Love returned; b. Love is reciprocated. With such a sweet meaning, Ambrosia is actually a recognized weed and is one of the anaphylactogen plants.
sleepy sleepy, little baby
gently gently smiling
Old Granny totters
hunchbacked, fingers trembling
with bags of grocery
Little Boy mumbles
"Coutersy, courtesy..seating"
offering his tiny space
Sunny winter warmth
Ambrosia in florescence
*Tip: Ambrosia means: a. Love returned; b. Love is reciprocated. With such a sweet meaning, Ambrosia is actually a recognized weed and is one of the anaphylactogen plants.
Feb 1, 2011
Jan 31, 2011
Garden of Sigil
This is a silent world.
Only words and colours matter.
In the Garden of Sigil.
We see, we think, we write.
(c) 2011 Nameless
Only words and colours matter.
In the Garden of Sigil.
We see, we think, we write.
(c) 2011 Nameless
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