Beryl Army Writers

Terzarima poetry: A walk in a Cold World

noreply@blogger.com (KratosNG) — Fri, 22 Apr 2016 06:12:00 +0000

Every morning the sunlight falls upon me

With each whisper from the soft breeze

Reminding me of everything a loner can be;

After every night comes the freeze

I feel bonded and sometimes feel free

But a frown on my face after my sneeze

As I gaze upon every kind of tree

Across my path to the earthly beings

Am reminded that choices are less than three;

I try hard to think less of these things

For my mind is getting to brim of contain

Many princes working hard to be kings;

To the left and right, your looks are uncertain

What you only need is to forge alone

For your mind to bare your own complain

poem: The Grey Moon

noreply@blogger.com (KratosNG) — Sat, 02 Apr 2016 19:46:00 +0000

The cool breeze sweeps through my skin;
Clouds rising above my nurtured home;
With a ponder blinking through within;
The warmth of my soul is as soft as foam
.
Howling Hounds Hurl bellows into the night;
As serene as it seems it begets fear;
Dogs and foxes stumble into the same fright;
We sit like the dumb and deaf yet we clearly hear.
.
The bearing amplifies till we all retract;
Another strange moon have appeared too soon;
In sooth what scare ole baar

The cool breeze sweeps through my skin;
Clouds rising above my nurtured home;
With a ponder blinking through within;
The warmth of my soul is as soft as foam
.
Howling Hounds Hurl bellows into the night;
As serene as it seems it begets fear;
Dogs and foxes stumble into the same fright;
We sit like the dumb and deaf yet we clearly hear.
.
The bearing amplifies till we all retract;
Another strange moon have appeared too soon;
In sooth what scare ole bards are abstract;
We had no vision of these through the noon.
.
Tonight will come and go;
Tomorrow will show our foe!

By beryl ace.ds are abstract;
We had no vision of these through the noon.
.
Tonight will come and go;
Tomorrow will show our foe!

By beryl ace.

Poem: One Dead Brother

noreply@blogger.com (KratosNG) — Tue, 25 Mar 2014 11:16:00 +0000

Everyday I glance by the panes;
Searching for things to say;
Everyday I go through the pains;
Hale hath brought my day!

I died in your arms tonight;
In my fountain of dreams;
I look at your face at night;
It becomes more pale beam!

Your reflections were mine;
Till you trudged away,
Our hopes were high,
Till we went both ways.

Poem Title: NATURE'S LOVE

noreply@blogger.com (KratosNG) — Fri, 27 Dec 2013 08:07:00 +0000

When in this mood, it ain't a consternation!
A times it come unaware,
a times it lure awareness
like a do-gooder
it bring dreams...

Nature' constancy
here, neither the good nor the bad is an enemy
to this good man', no fiend is disallowed
whenever the time is come, to cuddle
it doesn't disappoint, to health nor blood-curdle...

Nature's love, this a man
every being with eyes
or whatever that breaths love most

Nature's call...
Sleep is among what's both the poor and the rich buys ten a penny
a times can't ignore, even if
a times can not be avoided, at nights mostly
Nature's love.

By: Beryl Sane

Poem Title: Lost Grave

noreply@blogger.com (KratosNG) — Wed, 27 Nov 2013 22:31:00 +0000

Sweat slowly drips within the walls of sheath;
Axed by blemish stealth of long epitaph;
Walking into dawn of hopeful delight;
The closing paths springs with thorns;
A loot a route, we searched in sooth!

Into dusk our lampshades, swivels out a blurred sight;
Tints of sprints across the floral tents;
Falling leaves sprays over sloppy paths;
We seek what we would wish not,
A loot a route, we searched in sooth!

Poem Title: The hunter's pride (nonet)

noreply@blogger.com (KratosNG) — Tue, 29 Oct 2013 17:19:00 +0000

Into the thick forest with our gun
We scout with our lids so apart
Trekking down a silent path
For what fate brings today
Our eyes makes no blink
We aim for game
Now we found
We aim,
Straight!

Author: Beryl Ace

About Nonet:
A nonet has nine lines.
The first line has nine syllables, the second line eight syllables, the third line seven syllables, etc... until line nine finishes with one syllable. It can be on any subject and rhyming is optional.

line 1 - 9 syllables
line 2 - 8 syllables
line 3 - 7 syllables
line 4 - 6 syllables
line 5 - 5 syllables
line 6 - 4 syllables
line 7 - 3 syllables
line 8 - 2 syllables
line 9 - 1 syllable

Poem: GOD is Good (Villanelle)

noreply@blogger.com (KratosNG) — Fri, 18 Oct 2013 03:43:00 +0000

GOD is Good
His undying love saves
With Him I need not Food

Good is my mood
The way my heart paves
God is Good

I walk through the neighbourhood
without fear for only Him I crave
With Him I need not Food

Look at the firewood!
It builds fire, not my grave
God is Good

In the valley where I stood
My fear has become brave
With Him I need not Food

I am protected in any mood
Turbulence, I find not in my wave
God is Good
With Him I need not Food

By:
Beryl Ace - JGan

Short Tutorial:
what a villanelle is____________

»» Villanelle (A form of poetry)

A Villanelle is a nineteen-line poem consisting of a very specific rhyming scheme: aba aba aba aba aba abaa.

The first and the third lines in the first stanza are repeated in alternating order throughout the poem, and appear together in the last couplet (last two lines).

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VICTIMS

noreply@blogger.com (KratosNG) — Sat, 12 Oct 2013 14:18:00 +0000

Am I to show snow white teeth
@ the misgivings you render bare @ my feet?
You think they smell of roses?
Am I to hatch fire on wet wood?
Bless your soul tis fatal if I should
Strike not twice as did Moses.

Am I to speak of fame
While dwell I in a house with a made up name?
I can only but the sun praise
Her flock of hot tears unto us bestow
Falling and to hope she crowns an outlaw
Lo, when all's gone by the fire would sit I and chew raw maize...

Another day is another pain
One milder since the debut of this rain
Thoughts over despair and its depths do hover
A search for prey through windy clime
In wry patience that ticks not by heaven's time
Pondered however, smashed a thousand years over...

Am I to present minted shillings
@ the market of your misgivings?
These flaws find ease in being in than out
Placards above bare heads speak of indifference
Sleep comes in stretches of deafening silence
And love? Tis merely an omission of the mouth.

By:
BERYL HERMES

Poem: Untouchable (Acrostic)

noreply@blogger.com (KratosNG) — Mon, 30 Sep 2013 22:56:00 +0000

Underneath the plundered earth
Nought a sight of he is sought
To and Forth, the search grows old
Of worn out trails smeared dissolve
Underneath the subtle sited stealth
Cheerless smiles, the angst depressed
Hovering by like ghosts loitering by
An ample of thoughts takes the soul
But where could he be to behold
Living or dead, none can be told
Everywhere searched and he's untouched.

Tutorial 1: Analysing Poetry the easy way

noreply@blogger.com (KratosNG) — Sun, 29 Sep 2013 09:19:00 +0000

Analysing Poetry the easy way -
An Easy Way To Begin

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Poetry is the dramatisation of experience in metrical language.

To study or analyse poetry, one must consider many elements. A good way to start is by reading the poem silently. Then read the poem a second (third, fourth) time aloud.

Reading the poem aloud makes its meaning clearer and you will hear the various poetic sound devices such as alliteration, rhyme, rhythm, etc.
Then try writing down a brief summary to make sure that you are understanding the poem.

Remember to read sentence by sentence not line by line.

Questions To Answer Before Writing »

1. Who is speaking?
2. To whom?
3. About?
4. Tone?
5. Examples of abstract imagery?
6. Examples of concrete imagery?
7. Examples of denotative language?
8. Examples of the 5 figurative devices?
9. Examples of rhetorical devices?
10. End rhyme scheme?
11. Alliteration?
12. Assonance?
13. Consonance?
14. Caesura?
15. Enjambment?
16. Theme?
17. Rhythm / Meter?
18. Syntax?

Writing Your Paper »
The actual writing of the paper is probably the easiest task because you have already identified everything that needs to be covered.
You may wish to cover all the important items in your own order, however, the order listed above does work well.
Most likely you will not be able to simply write a few lines for each device, rather you must group these devices together. A proper order of paragraphs may flow like this:

» I. Dramatic Situation
A. Who is speaking?
B. To whom is that speaker speaking?
C. What is the situation?
D. What is the speaker's tone?

» II. Imagery

» III. Theme

» IV. Diction (word choice)
A. Connotation (suggested meaning of words)
B. Denotation (dictionary definition)
C. Abstract (can only be understood intellectually)
D. Concrete (words describing physical objects)
E. Kinds of language»
#1. Figurative
a. Metaphor (implied comparisons)
b. Simile (comparison using 'like' or 'as')
c. Personification(giving human characteristics to an inanimate object)
d. Metonymy (the use of an attribute or quality of an object to represent the object itself)
e. Synecdoche (substitutes a significant part of something for the thing itself)
#2. Rhetorical
a. Irony (opposite of what is meant)
b. Hyperbole (exaggeration)
c. Allusion (reference to something)
d. Pun (play on words)
e. Paradox (contradictory)
f. Oxymoron (self contradictory term)
g. Litotes (form of understatement)
V. Syntax (sentence structure)
A. Length
B. Transposed elements
C. "Unusual" sentences

» VI. Conclusion
Remember, when you are writing this paper you should use direct quotes wherever you can, you should vary your sentence structure, and all rules of grammar still apply.
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Your analysis should then work through the following:

» Who is the speaker in the poem?
The voice in the poem isn’t necessarily the poet himself – poets often speaks through personas, real or imagined, personal or impersonal – though of course it can be.
Is it in the first or third (or second) person?
Is there anything that reveals or implies anything about the speaker?
Who are they speaking to?

» What is the poem’s setting?
Where does the poem take place?
A poem can be set anywhere, in the past, present or future.
How does this setting/location influence the atmosphere of the poem?
» What is the form of the poem?
Poems can be written in various forms (see below for summary of the most common) which dictate their length, their layout on the page, the line length, whether they rhyme or not and how they rhyme (the rhyme scheme), their meter (the rhythmic structure of the line.)

Some forms are associated with certain themes or genres – sonnet form, for example, is commonly used for love poetry; ballad form for narrative (story) poems.

Poets make deliberate decisions about which form to choose, and form always interacts with content, whether to reinforce it or to work against it – a sonnet about the end of a relationship might have a particular poignancy, for example.

The best way to work out and begin talking about the form (and also a good way to calm exam nerves) is to start counting.
*Count the number of stanzas, *the number of lines, *the number of syllables in the lines if they are regular or there is a pattern.
Mark the rhymes and the stresses (see below for summary of common stress patterns). This should help show up any patterns, and crucially, where the poem deviates from or tries to break away from the pattern. Thinking about rhyme for example – are all the rhymes full/perfect rhymes? (i.e. night/light, sky/high) or are there some variations?

» Subject matter –
what is the poem about?
If you aren’t sure, try to describe exactly what is happening in the poem.
It’s absolutely fine to express a difficulty in understanding as the poet has probably made it intentionally complex, reflecting something about what they’re trying to say.

» Look at the imagery used in the poem.
Poets often use figurative and metaphorical language that take words beyond their literal meanings, and attempt to do so in novel ways.
Perhaps choose a couple of the most interesting images in the poem and comment on them. Why are they interesting? What is the poet doing? What does the choice of a particular word do to our understanding, or how does an image create an atmosphere in the poem?

» Finally, what does the poem mean? You can write an excellent essay covering all of the previous points and ignoring this one, but if you can it’s a good idea to end with a summary of what the poem means; what the poet was trying to say, and, perhaps, whether you think they were successful in saying it.
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Common poetic forms and literary terms

» Alexandrine: A 12 syllable poetic line

» Alliteration: the repetition of consonants at the beginning of words e.g. ‘the lazy languid line’.
When consonant sounds are repeated within words it is called consonance e.g. ‘some mammals are clammy’

» Assonance: the internal rhyming of vowel sounds e.g. ‘on a proud round cloud in white high night’ (ee cummings)

» Ballad: A poetic form mostly written in four line stanzas (quatrains) of alternating lines of iambic tetrameter (four pairs of unstressed-stressed syllables) and iambic trimeter (three pairs). Usually, only the second and fourth lines are rhymed (abcb), although there is considerable variation in the form.
Examples of ballads: The Ballad of Moll Magee, WB Yeats, Ballad of the Breadman, by Charles Causley

» Blank verse: A type of poetry with a regular meter (generally iambic pentameter) but no rhyme.

» Cliché: a saying, expression or idea that has been overused to the point of losing its original meaning; a stereotype.

» Dramatic irony: a rhetorical device where the author causes a character to behave in a way that is contrary to the truth, or that the audience is aware is wrong.

» Free verse or vers libre: A form of poetry without any regular patterns, rhymes or meters. Its form is its irregularity.

» Heroic couplet: Commonly used for narrative poetry, heroic couplets are rhymed iambic pentameter pairs of lines.

» Hyperbole: exaggeration

» Metaphor: an analogy between two words or ideas where one stands for the other e.g. ‘his smile was the sun’ - not to be confused with the simile.

»Personification – ascribing human characteristics to inanimate objects or forms

» Simile – a kind of metaphor which uses the words as or like – e.g. ‘he fights like a lion’

» Sonnet: A poetic form. Fourteen lines long. Can be rhymed in a number of ways, but the most common are Shakespearean and Petrarchan. Shakespearean sonnets are rhymed in three groups of four lines rhymed alternately, followed by a couplet – i.e. abab cdcd efef gg. The closing rhyming couplet often sums up the sonnet. Petrarchan sonnets are divided into a group of eight lines, called the octave and a group of six lines called the sestet. The octave is usually rhymed abba abba, and the sestet cde cde. Usually there is a ‘turn’ or ‘volta’ - a change of direction or mood between the octave and the sestet. Traditionally, the octave put forward a proposition and the sestet offered a solution.
Examples of sonnets:
Sonnet 18 by Shakespeare,
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?,
Leda and the Swan, by WB Yeats,
On His Blindness, by Milton

» Terzarima: A rhyming verse stanza form consisting of an interlocking three line rhyme scheme – aba bcb cdc ded etc - Acquainted With The Night by Robert Frost

» Villanelle: A nineteen line poem with a complex scheme consisting of alternating refrains. The best way of describing the form is to look at a villanelle itself. The most famous example in English is Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night by Dylan Thomas

Describing meter
We often talk about meter as the sequence of feet in a line, with each foot (*see note below) a group of syllable types. The most common syllable groupings are:
» Iamb – unstressed/stressed or short/long e.g. Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? (Shakespeare)

» Trochee – stressed/unstressed or long/short e.g. Tyger Tyger burning bright (The Tyger, William Blake)

» Dactyl – stressed/unstressed/unstressed or long/short/short e.g. Just for a handful of silver he left us/ Just for a riband to stick in his coat (The Lost Leader, Robert Browning)

» Anapaest – unstressed/unstressed/
stressed or short/short/long e.g. Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house/ Not a creature was stirring not even a mouse

» Spondee (stressed/stressed) and Amphibrach (unstressed/stressed/unstressed) are also quite common.
Lines are named for the kind of feet (whether they are iambic or dactylic etc) and then for the number of feet. If there are three it is trimeter, four is tetrameter, five is pentameter, six is hexameter etc.

**Note
A foot is also called a "syllable"

Poem: TIME SPEAKS

noreply@blogger.com (KratosNG) — Fri, 20 Sep 2013 02:04:00 +0000

as time and age fade''life's eras wipe in date''years seeks anxiously upon miles''like gems minted in niles''unto gasped metals of errors''screaming for safety on mere horror

as days and nights fade''arrows and bows were made'' 'seeking trust in accence''woed beyond blood of innocence''like brother sorting lured causes''scoop'd with anguish curses

as eras changes To new''grace,hope,love and joy review''twisting rain in august breaks''like house under the lakes''summon'd by winds of winter'' link'd as demise pointer

as time ticks faster''rivers and waves move faster''lingering dirges as real sorrow''like hairs shaped with mirror

By:
Beryl Smart

Poem: My never ending wish

noreply@blogger.com (KratosNG) — Tue, 03 Sep 2013 07:12:00 +0000

To the wonderful air,
I wish we were an amazing pair;
For life has been so ruthless and unfair;
My thoughts so pure, swiftly changing and bizarre;
My sane becomes rare, maybe no one cares.

To the Beautiful Moon,
I hope to see your fullness soon;
My image on a mirror dissolves into a Toon;
Nightmares rages into illusions every Noon;
Mostly to wake up as addled, a 1st century Goon.

To the Shining Stars,
I see your allure when your twinkles starts;
Painting thy rays o'er my tattered arts;
All the troubles, I pushed around in carts;
Mighty rays of laser lights pierces as Darts.

To my Excellent Dreams,
I waited upon the portal realms;
Waiting to exhale and grab your rims;
A potion of love rubbed o'er like creams;
The whole angst hung at the Brims....

By:
Beryl Ace

Poem: What you mean to me

noreply@blogger.com (KratosNG) — Wed, 21 Aug 2013 18:34:00 +0000

A grief of one day, is of no equivalence to a second of your smile;
With passion I stare endlessly, into the strength of your eyes;
My serenade has only begun, listen to my melodious plight;
Into ur heart I bring my essence, our mingled grace shall pile.

Every minute of the day, I think about you in miles;
Ego of a man, possession of every human all told lies;
Your fragile heart bears the seat of the wise;
What you mean to me, is more than walking down the isle.

Poem: Friendly Tortoise

noreply@blogger.com (KratosNG) — Fri, 16 Aug 2013 11:14:00 +0000

Always wants to say hello/
But goes back and retract/
to correct distinctive abstract/
an error, ease a soft bellow/
guilt entwines the mind below/
see how a friend thus fare...

And yet the burdensome fear/
one doesn't except the peers/
in memory, the love living/
The land remains in desolate dreams/
Always the feeling is/
of terrible slowness overtaking haste...

~Betwixt Beauty and the Beast~

noreply@blogger.com (KratosNG) — Fri, 16 Aug 2013 11:10:00 +0000

This love, is marvellous;
Limping over to see the end if its lust;
This resolve, is meant for us;
Others are treacherous and so lost.

This breathing becomes intense;
When you stand afoot my doorpost;
This can not be love in pretence;
I long for you by the day and so poised.

You are the air that I breathe;
How so, for its only you that I see;
You are the heir that I need;
More so, with you I can walk on the sea.

Let me be your elegant Beast;
Your beauty, the pageantry feast;

By:
Beryl Ace

Poem: How I feel for you

noreply@blogger.com (KratosNG) — Sun, 11 Aug 2013 18:36:00 +0000

How I feel for you;
Only the heart knows
Thou art heal more true
Lonely the path goes...

How I feel for you;
The frozen mind defrost;
Bow at will or glue;
The chosen defined at any cost;

How I feel for you;
The world upon my feet;
Throw high the real love anew;
Three words calls on my lips;

How I feel for you;
Thou art feel my bashful eyes
How I feel for you...
Three words, I love you...

Poem: My Beating Heart

noreply@blogger.com (KratosNG) — Sat, 03 Aug 2013 07:17:00 +0000

Washing away wishes with a wand;
Untold love blossomed from concrete;
Weeping and winking whilst in wayward blinks;
Calm thwarting, the heart is clapping;
Wings flapping, the height overlapping!

My love grew from molten rocks;
Vipers stung, Cupid kept singing;
Alluring voices humming and rhyming;
Hymns of two hearts Rhymes;
She is my Hero, the sidekick my 'Ego'

Hurled over the sea;
Cast upon the trees;
Lost into the breeze;
Till my breath freeze...
For her, it won't desist!

Poem: SLEEP'N SAGES

noreply@blogger.com (KratosNG) — Thu, 25 Jul 2013 02:12:00 +0000

While they sleep with low worries...
See me sitting in no jewellery,
Staring, they've forgotten, the-begineth-my-name.
While they sleep with low worries, while they sleep with low worries...

How then 'd they fathom by brow?
The dwarf i've become neither is my head reaching their eyes, nor to 'em am i in human colour.
While they sleep with low worries, while they sleep with low worries, while they sleeps with no now worries...

My memories have their yesterdays, when joie de vivre was my all ways, when nature does calls my fates my glees.
While they sleep with low worries, while they sleep with low worries, while they sleep with low worries, while they sleep with low worries...

I shall low peddles, in faith someday i'd be cuddled.
While they sleep with low worries, while they sleep with low worries, while they sleep with low worries, while they sleep with low worries, while they sleep with low worries...

In this circle as 'ts been drawn,
As i dream in worries i draw.
While they sleep in low worries, while the sleep in now worries, while they sleep in dream worries, while they sleep in low worries, while they sleep in worries, while they sleep in more worries, in me myself i dangled.

By:
Beryl Sane

Poem: Mind Haunt

noreply@blogger.com (KratosNG) — Mon, 15 Jul 2013 12:41:00 +0000

These Memories;
Fate granted access with whips;
Exhausting breath's lips;
Sarcastic as happy pain;
A witty sane feels drained!

These Memories;
They come and depart;
They comb this path;
Loneliness footed bare;
The mysterious dreams!

These Memories;
The pleasing cry;
The taunting truth;
Cold world thus become;
The walking flight!

These Memories;
The pail of anguish;
The future yet sufficed;
These memories...
They haunt always!

By:
Beryl Ace

Advice: Things you should know before you fall in Love

noreply@blogger.com (KratosNG) — Thu, 04 Jul 2013 04:12:00 +0000

If you have someone who understands you, patient with you, loves you truly, cares about you, respects you, proud of you, who dont take a day without calling/texting you, who never fails to fix time for you, who fears to lose you…

The least you can do is RECIPROCATE!

» Do not take his/her care and love for granted because such people are very rare gems.

» Don’t lose grip on such people over minor disagreements or misunderstandings.

» If you are at fault, admit and ask for FORGIVENESS.

» Handle that person with delicacy.

» Be there for him/her.

» Do whatever it takes for both of you to last forever.

» Be open and positive-minded.

» Nag less to such people.

» Be trustworthy, faithful and appreciative.

By:
Beryl Ace

Poem: Poem: Lacklustre of Hopes

noreply@blogger.com (KratosNG) — Mon, 24 Jun 2013 13:40:00 +0000

Like washing rain, comes this pain;
Like thunder storms, thus the phantom;
As wishful this thoughts, a truth hurts;
Concealing peace in drums of noise;
Family or Friends, none to Trust!

Pilings on the rise, tiling in fragments;
Crying by the mirror of disgust;
Looking behind, deception and passion;
As Mixed feelings play my obsession;
Where is the pride?

Heartbeats leaps and dances at random;
Questions appears with many frowns;
Caged by self-control;
The ocean attempt flooding my eyes;
'Truth or Dare' but drops can flow;
'Trick or Treat' yet it is but a game...

My many thoughts swivels;
The relishing doubts hurls back;
Every pressure bellows disdain;
The wake at dawn raises dust;
Reality has offered many lies;
Gain or Loss, The pain remains!

By:
Beryl Ace

Poem: CHANTS OF DOOM

noreply@blogger.com (KratosNG) — Mon, 24 Jun 2013 10:08:00 +0000

i hear afar of dying tone,
its tales of misery and of forlorn,
from the hillside to the meadows,
From the vale to the peoples sorrow,
and write their woes in dark pain,
and indeed the world is lost!

As d music sods without a course,
Voices echoed aloud,
the earth grumbled as graves delivered, monsters the race of survival has began,
as mankind is destined to face thy doom;

A battle of no survival to tell the tales,
of the lost soul,
as owls became the official birds,
of the Earth.

By:
Beryl queen

POEM: Sweet Thanatophobia

noreply@blogger.com (KratosNG) — Mon, 17 Jun 2013 14:49:00 +0000

Thoughts forge still by twilight;
At rest angst and smiles recede;
Jagged knees and pungent smile;
Alluring dreams evolves nightmare;
Fear possessing everyday unknown.

Abated breath mates Health;
Courageous ends the streaky fret;
Twirling heist ties the soul;
Shredding prison crumbles;
Thus the spirits fumes away.

I do not want Death;
As every detest-able day I Died;
I do not relish Death;
As every sleep is Demise;
My escape is compromised!

Author:
The Beryl Guard

Poem: I Look To You, For the Future

noreply@blogger.com (KratosNG) — Sun, 09 Jun 2013 03:44:00 +0000

A little boy with dreams i was
Nightly did i close my eyes
And let my mind bring fantasies
To gently slide me in blissful sleep
Of future days, i smiled & dreamt
Pictures sliding in & out
Nightly thus, my ritual was
My own fantastic lullaby

A young man now, i am, with dreams
With greater scope and wider means
Drawing on imagination's themes
Elaborate paintings on mental canvas
I see your face and hear you laugh
I see the love shining in your eyes
That special look you have just for me
When i hold you in my dreams

And time passes slowly till that day
When i'll hold you in my arms
Tickle you and whisper in your ears
See, i already named you as my joy
You, my hope & life, my wings &.... I...
I just wait for that day
My pride, my strength,
My first-born... My Daughter...

By:
Beryl Pegasus

Poem: I AM ALIVE

noreply@blogger.com (KratosNG) — Sun, 09 Jun 2013 03:35:00 +0000

If 'm carrying my restlessness in my heart- I am alive;
If 'm carrying the lightening of dreams in my eyes- I am alive;
Like a gust of wind,I learn to live free
Learn to flow like the waves that make a sea;
I let my arms be wide open to every moment i meet;
May every moment gift you a new sight to greet;
As 'm carrying my wonders in my eyes- I am alive!

By:
BERYL KARY