I T A L I A N........ S O N N E T

How do l love thee? Let me count the ways.
1965; we met, l thought it could not be.
Then 1973; a strong gust of wind sifted and you could not see,
And instead continued life again, astray.

Oh how do l love thee? I ask myself with dismay,
Looking at the photo of sand and sea;
It is you, who is captured there beside me,
It is you, who l miss; it is a constant replay.

I don't understand what undid the sweet bond,
that for years yielded nothing but happiness and delight.

For many years l strived with no respond,
In order to see you for just one night.

Oh how l love the sanctuary of memories so fond,
Yet, fifty years later, lips neatly pleated and muscles gripped so tight.

Amy G
Australia

Colours

The unknown artist opened the watercolour box
containing the colours
and with a million light brushstrokes
produced the masterpiece.

Being waterbased it faded
like a rainbow promise.

Thick books in hundreds of languages
appeared and many claimed
to know the identity
of the unknown artist.

Scholars toiled in universities
and in prisons.

Nowadays oils and acrylics
are widely available
and tubes are being uncapped
to bring forth squiggly new colours.

Only octogenarians are attending
the watercolour classes.

From Gwil Williams
Austria

Our Love Birds

We have two love birds
One is pure pink colour
And the other one is yellowish red.
The Pink one is male
And the red one is female.

The male has little big tail
And the female has a short one.
Their wings and feathers
are very beautiful
and they are
very cute too!

I like Blue colour
And my wife likes Black.
But we both like
These love birds.
By the name itself,
Those birds are
Really in deep love.

They are always happy
And they are always playing around
with making noises!
One of them can sing
Little bit,
And the other one
Is always listening to it!

They are the only two
In that small nest
Which I made for them.

We never like to keep
Birds in the cages
Because, they should be
Flying freely in the sky!
But, these birds
Don't like to go out
Or they don't like the sky
Or the other birds..!

My wife is always feeding them,
And she is the one
Who takes them to the Vet.
When they are sick.
She is always very careful
About them
And she is very particular
To keep them well!

I don't think,
They Love us very much
Because even if we are not there
They never make any problems.
Still,
They are staying with us
And we are keeping them
now and for ever!

Sureshkumar

United Arab Embassy.

 

Fight For Love

Round 1, fight!
In this boxing ring
I feel all depressed
Stuck tight with these boxers I rest
The opponent in the corner
Getting pampered with fame
We start the fight
With a crown on his name
I'm all so lonely over here
My manager is telling me nothing is to fear
I get knocked out
I'm all-alone
This little guy's heart
Broken like stone

Round 2, fight!
I dust myself off
From the shaken battle
I am still trying to survive
With my heart torn in 2
I strike a punch
They strike back
Poor little me
I lay right back
Cold and forgotten
Laying on the floor
Unconscious
The crowd yelling
More, more, more

Round 3, fight!
I get up
I get knocked down
Everyone yells out
Everyone cries
But this little boy is trapped inside
I get up
Congratulate the winner
And tell them how I feel
About the match
The fight for love

 

from Luke in Australia.

 

 

 

South Africa

Who would want to live there?
No Freedom,
No Happiness,
Life will just go on and on....
Nobody respects you,
Treat you like dirt!
Who would want to live there?
Don't treat you equally,
How will you have a life there?
Always arguments,
Never going to stop!
How will you have Happiness there?
People cry day and night,
Not knowing what is going to happen next....
Only wanting Peace and Joy,
Life will go on getting worse each day.
Who would want to live there?
People suffering,
Only asking for Help!!
Nobody comes....
They only sit back and watch,
As the war gets more dangerous,
People get more frightened.
Only wishing it is a bad dream!
Who would want to live there?
Life is always going to be like this,
People only wish for their families
To work together and succeed in life!
Why should People be racist?
We are all the same,
People should accept us
No matter what colour we are!!
We all should be FREE!!

Poonam Khosla

A MILLION REASONS

A million words can't bring you back,
I know because I've tried.
A million tears can't bring you back,
I know because I've cried.
A million hugs and kisses,
What you gave when you were here.
A million stories, a million things
You told to calm our fears.
A million days, a million hours,
Go by as you are gone.
A million secrets from the past,
Is what I look upon.
A million ways to tell us things,
When we were feeling down.
You turned our sadness right side up,
When we had on a frown.
A million things to think about,
Like why you were the chosen.
A trillion people in the world,
And chose you for his token.
Your loving caring memories,
In this world still remains.
Precious moments from the past,
With us they stay the same.
And as the day of your birth,
Approaches us with grief.
The first day we'll celebrate it,
Without you to speak.
Now you will watch us high,
From heaven by and by.
I'll hurry up and finish this,
Before I start to cry.
Although your presence is no more,
To love, to care, to mend.
Grandma just remember that,
Our love will never end.

You are very much missed Grandma

Christina from the USA

Once an angel dropped from the sky
right infant of me
I couldn't believe my eyes
few words he said for me to analyse
and after moments of thinking
I could realise god chose me to be blessed
and gave me one wish to come true...
so I looked at heavens,
tears flowing out of my eyes
like drops of rain on soft dandies
"why is it me lord?
I have failed you
I have disobeyed your sacred rules
yet all I get for return is your blessing?"
the sky of heavens opened,
I was told to wish my only wish
"My only wish to you is to give me the ability to please
my family,my peers ..To please my self...
inside me there is someone
a stranger I don't know!
trapped she is inside a bag of skin
so help me lord to imprison this young lady
living in loss,
lost in the light,safe in the dark.
How can I please every one around me ?
how can I even please my self ,while tied up with chains??
it is the freedom of this prisoner I ask
Oh Lord!!!
you're the one whom made light out of darkness
you are the one who made the mountains so high
solid ,never bow
you are the one who made the valleys so humble
in the name of your greatness,
help me figure out a way to see the sun
to set my soul free
let me know who that girl is
tell me why is my reflection someone I don't know?!?!
Why is it that from the inside I'm someone whom breaks my families heart
Maybe I am playing the wrong part in this play!
Or I am not good enough to stand on stage
Or maybe I'm the week link in the mighty kingdom
Or is it I only need the opportunity?
If so , I need a chance ,to find myself and free this stranger
To play this part correctly
And please everyone!
Lord I only ask one wish of course
Let my soul fly in the sky between the clouds
On the trees
To be free , to be invisible
So no one could even see
Set my body dead and my soul free from chains ,from this bag of skin
SET THIS PRISONER FREE

maybe , just maybe ,this way I could please my self and live happily in paradise...

by Abir from Lebanon.

CHRISTMAS

Bring out the tinsel,bring out the tree
See the young faces full of wonderment and glee
Bring out the turkey, bring out the pud
Stuffing our faces, oh! it feels so good

Bring out the presents, those fancy gifts
healing those rows, those awful rifts
Listening to carols, watching the queen
remembering the year,that's already been

Catching up on gossip, all those soaps
Facing the new year, with all those hopes

Looking out the window, seeing all the snow
Then putting on warm clothes, raring to go
Building a snowman,is part of the plan
Then throwing all the snowballs you possible can

Bring out the old songs year after year
All those precious memories,your glad to hear

Bring out auld lang syne,bring out good cheer
wishing you a merry Christmas and a happy new year

By
Alison Jane Bird

Children must wait till their bodies cry

in passion.

But they know in their minds

how it could be....

Ego arises.

How different each child is.

How different can I be tomorrow.

Let go, flow with the wind on a plane?

It would only lead to death

Security is an instinct

trapped in this psyche.

....................................George Parkes.

Today

There's a circus in town,

it's got tigers and things

There's a man on trapeze,

and a fat lady who sings

Today?

Yes...today

At the pictures this week,

there's a real special show

About a puppet made of wood,

he's called Pinocchio

Today?

Yes...today

Soon there's a visit,

to your cousins far,far away

We told them you're coming,

You might even stay!

Today?

Yes...today

There's your clothes,

clean your teeth...

No...brush your hair straight away,

Are I beautiful yet?

Today?

Yes ...today.

Brendon Perrin