a short poem about flying in a hot air balloon, starting off at night and landing in the day. And the dream of growing wings for travel.
Recently, photos went up with a spider having large wings, granting it the capability to fly. This caused a brief period of terror, affecting those with arachnophobia.
Just a couple poems I wrote about sadness, the past, and that all consuming question why.
Nordmann/s Greenshank bird also joined in the list of endangered bird in International Union for Conservation of Nature.
The travails of GVR, a writer in a basement. Here you find two words: spags which means spelling and grammar mistakes and ESL means English as Second Language.
Mental state of an ostracized person is no better than what a moth might feel. The first bird also must have suffered it.
what are friends ? are they your belliefs? your prayers? your god or more than that?
Tired of chicken wings just dipped in regular hot sauce? Try this.
April Poem A Day Challenge Day 26 Animal Poem. This one is about Bald Eagles.
I was inspired to write this poem when one day, I was watering the plants, I saw some butterflies flying around the flowers. It was a delightful sight.
In truth how no one in this world should fly alone, for we should all have another wing to fly with.
Here are some random jots from my notebook, more thoughts than poems. Why not try writing poetry? It is fun and a lot easier than you think, as these three offerings highlight.
There is nothing like heaven or hell. The theologians and the priests have been selling these concepts successfully to the faithful. They portrayed heaven as a gift for righteous behavior on earth. It was also sold as a concept to ease the pain of death.
It is always amazing in the name of business what one can be able to sell
Mr Sudarshan shetty a resident of Mumbai made a scrap double decker bus as art piece for the public of Mumbai , the bus will not move any where ,but any one can view the Mumbai city in the bus itself
Two poems of summer's joys, an ocean view and a woodland's view, both great points of observation but it is the simplicity of life that bring the greatest pleasures....
This is a step by step guide with pictures on how to draw a cute tribal heart.
This is my centered piece on my thoughts of the life and the years gone by.
All we really have is today, tomorrow is never promised to us and we must be ready to answer Creator's Call as swift as it may come. Ours is not to ask why but simply to accept and obey.
We capture different emotions and thoughts when we hear sounds. They touch our hearts with passion, happiness, love, fear, and many other responses. This song was written while listening to the magic of the trains whistle, while I sat one evening by the computer. It is one that is in ...
My wife, a diabetic and suffering from cancer of stage four had a precious gift- gift of life, from an angel. The angel didn't have wings, and she is from my neighborhood.
A trio of poems telling a tale of October's wind.
This is my favourite poem that I have wrote. It is me, my memories of how I came to be. It tells of how this worlde is enticing, so much so that we forget our true selfe and how we fade from lack of remembrance. It shows that even on the otherside I am rebelllious and choose my own...
Well this is about a group of people who stumble upon an orb that contains an angel. They take her back with them but she leaves and one of them follows her.
Dare to dream..Dare to take flight, like the Eagle who soars on the breeze..His view is so much better than ours, stuck down here...Dare to believe that you can touch the sky..You too can achieve so much more than you ever thought...