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To Heed an Angel’s Call

Sat, 26 May 2012 07:14:33 +0000

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Silent whimpers in the night,

you choose to be out of sight.

You long to speak out you cries,

as your spirit slowly dies.

I have sensed your agony,

tasted your tears of honey.

Alas, I have closed my eyes,

as I suffer my own lies.

My fragile angel in need,

you are in torment indeed.

To touch you is to reach me,

a plunge to a stormy sea.

How I ache to answer you,

to get you out of your blue.

Hence, to mend your broken wings,

a sorrow for such weakling.

My dearest little angel –

you, I refuse to handle.

It is clear and plain to see,

to save you is to save me.

© Phoenix Montoya @ May 26, 2012

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To Kill The Golden Goose

Sat, 26 May 2012 07:11:20 +0000

During my childhood days,I used to visit my fathers house which had a huge mango orchard attached to the house.My cousin brother and I use to visit the orchard and pick ripe mangoes from it.There was a local variety which was really delicious to taste.They tasted so exotic that my brother decided to gather all of them from the tree without any body’s knowledge.He plucked the entire mango irrespective of the fact whether they were ripe or not.He was so much taken up by it’s taste that he wanted the whole thing for his own use.Grandmother used to visit the orchard every morning and inspect the ripe ones and simultaneously instruct the workers to pick the ripe one .They were then packed in card board boxes with hay inside to be sent to the local markets for sale.She had specially earmarked a particular local variety for the use of the house hold members.The next daywhen she went for her usual morning inspection she was in for a shock.The whole mango tree was cleaned of it’s fruit,green ones and ripe alike.The workers and the household was called to find the culprit, my brother was nabbed.Grand mother asked everyone to go back to their work.My brother and grandmother were the two people left behind.He was questioned as to who helped him in this venture,he promptly named me.I was also summoned,with shaking knees I went near her,she then asked both of us where we had kept the loot.We showed the place and then she asked us to carry it out from where it was hidden.We took the mangoes hidden in the gunny bag kept in one of the unused waterdrums in the corner of our rice granary.She asked us to take the mangoes out and put it on the side patio.Out of the small mound that formed,she took a handful of mangoes and kept it aside.She then showed us how to check whether they are ripe or green.Only a few were ripe and the rest were green and could be of no use as they were tender and green.Both of us burst into crying, thinking of the caning that we were going to get for this serious mischief of ours.But grandmother never told this to our parents,but explained to us how our greed and selfishness spoiled the wholesome goodness we could have had with the whole family.Instead our greed left us with less resources and more waste, without any real benefit.Had it not been for our childhood prank, the most delicious fruit would have been available to the whole household.Then my grandmother told us the proverbial storyof the golden goose to us.The goose which laid a golden egg everday for the farmer was killed so that he could have all the golden eggs for himself at one go.Thus he lost everthing because of his selfishness and greed.So the next time when you are ruled by selfishness or greed, please remember the golden goose story and the green mangoes that you spoiled.Her comment was more painful than our father’s spanking,anyway from that day onwards we learned to curb our selfishness and greed to a large extent.Hope this childhood experienceof ours will also help you to understand the evils of greed and selfishness.

Mango tree (Photo credit: Bernt Rostad)

In The Darkness

Sat, 26 May 2012 06:40:08 +0000

In my darkness I see just an empty space

I am one with my darkness My darkness brings hes friend sadness

I write to hope and asking him to bring joy he saids he will come

He saids do not feel alone you are not the only one that enters that room

I open the Window hoping light will come and brighten up my darkness

but no change the wind brings inpatience and he saids sorrow will enter until you

write again to hope I write and pleed and ask please do not take long

In my darkness I wait and wait for that help Then hope comes and saids

why write to me when you can call faith and faith answers faster

I glance and smile for you are speaking the truth

Hell

Sat, 26 May 2012 06:39:51 +0000

When it comes to hell

you wont be saved

you will pay the price

on judgement day

for the reckless things

that you have done

you stole innocence

and blotted out her sun

Poem About Patrick

Sat, 26 May 2012 06:39:39 +0000

English: Saint Patrick stained glass window from Cathedral of Christ the Light, Oakland, CA. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Prideful and proud

Attentive and alert

Taught well and tactical

Respectful and religious

Irish and intact

Courage’s and cool

Kind and kingly

Statue of Saint Patrick at the Hill of Tara, Co. Meath, Ireland. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I Want to Go

Sat, 26 May 2012 06:39:01 +0000

When I say something, they get upset

They say I am not due to take off

I try to explain, it is my time, no regret

They just shrug it off and cough.

Please let me be free

Do not safe a live this time

Let it go, and wait and see

How a tortured soul get set free

How can I explain it in any term?

To you or anyone who care

If the most important, you learn

Is how to please a soul and not share?

If you do not even understand

The difference between spirit and soul

Kept together by a satin band

Many have said it is just a hole

Just forget me and let me go

I know what will be waiting

On that side beyond the meadow

” Good Luck” someone will be saying

Redemption

Sat, 26 May 2012 06:38:26 +0000

It was like
I’d waited
Forever
And just like
The sun creeps
Slowly up from
The east
It happened
Like a sudden
Gust of wind
Appearing out
Of nowhere
Doors burst open
Showers of blessings
Poured down
Birds began singing
And a new day
began

I Run From You

Sat, 26 May 2012 06:12:16 +0000

I run and run from you yet you find me I run and want to hide from you but you know my hiding places

I run and run and it seems that no matter what you are always behind me

I run and and feel my feet heavy like I am running in water I want to escape you I do

I want to run from you I want to run from your presence I want to run where you can no longer find me

I want to run to a world where you cannot enter

I run and run but your image follows me I feel no escape from you

I run and run but it seems like no end to this madness

Una Mariposa Perdida

Sat, 26 May 2012 05:59:04 +0000

la mariposa vuela y vuela y no encuentra su casa

la mariposa busca y no encuentra amor la mariposa se esconde en un petalo de rosa

la mariposa espera que algun dia la encuentren la mariposa llorar aver que nadia la busca

la mariposa estiende su alas y vuela y vuela la mariposa piensa encontrar fin al cielo

la mariposa confundida sin destino o camino pierde su esperanza la mariposa

empiesa a perder sus colores la mariposa se esconde atras de una piedra

la mariposa ya no mas es una linda mariposa a perdido su color y sus alas son maltratadas de tanto volar

la mariposa espera algun dia la encuentren

My Virgin Looking for

Sat, 26 May 2012 05:49:47 +0000

this is my story in 2012

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his young age about 18 years but has fallen in love with a grandmother about 50 years old named Ijah. Because Usman had worked, then Usman wants to marry Ijah.

Once married, Usman wanted to enjoy the first night together Ijah. After struggling with difficulty, Usman finally broke through between the thighs of the bird Ijah and insert into the hole Ijah. Usman commended proudly Ijah:

“Really great Wahhh Ijah, still a virgin!”

With Ijah replied:

“Sorry sir, I was not a virgin who you translucent, but in my pants I have not had time to go”

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