tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81415384056953149222024-03-06T16:06:50.719+08:00 My Thoughts in RhymeJacintahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09261324158904724993noreply@blogger.comBlogger77125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8141538405695314922.post-83956798667533538522020-04-15T23:39:00.000+08:002014-02-08T16:18:57.406+08:00Main Menu
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Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13110263682051013767noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8141538405695314922.post-21229542454556382472015-12-06T13:02:00.000+08:002015-12-06T13:02:01.449+08:00Moments of Heaven
The
green smell of freshly mown grassthat clings to the nostrils,The
pungent odour of wet earth after longed-for rainy spills,The
scent of pine trees drifting on thebreeze from the high
hills,And the gentle fragrance of perfume that lingers and
thrills.
The
sight of waterfalls tumbling down,
a shimmery lustre,Rivers
meandering through flat plains insnakelike languor,The sun
Ameehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13051969731226900451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8141538405695314922.post-46678651502721675582015-09-28T16:52:00.004+08:002015-10-01T18:39:48.644+08:00Hazy Days
The haze sneaked in
with its fingers of grey,
and on reaching the skies
it stole the sun away,
it subdued the clouds
and hid them from sight,
it changed the daylight hours
into one ghostly night.
To escape the acrid smoke
as they go about their tasks,
(and living in misery)
are the citizens behind masks,
children are in dire straits
with Ameehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13051969731226900451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8141538405695314922.post-53538012909036574702015-08-24T20:40:00.000+08:002016-04-10T09:45:32.279+08:00Nature's Night (shardoma)
The flowers
done airing their views
have closed shop
for the day,
they droop low in slumber, tight
in bud-like array.
Bushes hide
under trees that stood
tall and proud
'neath the sun,
darkness brings them close to stand
together as one.
 Ameehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13051969731226900451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8141538405695314922.post-91549443193658833402015-05-10T17:03:00.000+08:002015-05-10T17:03:23.517+08:00SISTERS-IN-LAW
Sisters
by law they are to me
through marriage we are bound,
On hubby’s side, brothers’ wives
it is great to have them around,
Full of sympathy and concern
and aware of the burdens I face,
They demand not, question not
they do not crowd my space.
Love their
sweet caring nature
they give
their family their all,
Food on
the table, wise words,
always
there whenAmeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13051969731226900451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8141538405695314922.post-4436753431824818132015-01-04T02:06:00.001+08:002015-01-04T02:15:08.668+08:00Dear Mrs Santa
Dear
Mrs Nick, I think I need to send you a message today,I won’t
take much time but please do listen to what I have to say.I
don’t know how, or when, this letter will get to you,But when I
went to the post, I was told, just your name would do.
You’ve
been around for centuries, they said, they know about your man,The
gifts, their children have been receiving, they convey their
thanks. Ameehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13051969731226900451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8141538405695314922.post-25304213772754367512014-11-27T12:17:00.001+08:002014-11-27T13:10:57.030+08:00Happy Thanksgiving
This is the full poem :
http://jacintaslyricalthoughts.blogspot.com/a-moment-of-thanksgiving.html
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Ameehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13051969731226900451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8141538405695314922.post-54032732549653774792014-10-31T19:44:00.000+08:002014-10-31T19:47:57.839+08:00My Halloween Dream
It
is the time when I wish my spirit
could
fly across the sea,
And
reach the place where people
call
the Land of the Free,
I’d
hover above and watch the scene in bright lights below,
For ‘tis where All-Hallows’ Evening
is a spectacular show.
It’s the night where scary looks are neat,
Luminous wigs are worn by the petite,
Glowing Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13110263682051013767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8141538405695314922.post-24330177245857905352014-10-11T22:47:00.000+08:002014-10-12T23:54:33.389+08:00The Light Within Deepavali
Deepavali
is a celebration that began in India, 4000 years ago,
‘Dipa’
means light or lamp in Sanskrit and
‘avali’
is line or row,
For the Hindus in the South the festival is in the seventh month of Aipasi,
Falling between mid October and November,
the days are cool and breezy.
Diwali,
Divali, Deepaboli, Deepabali are used in various regions and culture,
The people's Ameehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13051969731226900451noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8141538405695314922.post-85983418303890668152014-10-02T23:49:00.000+08:002014-10-02T23:49:00.195+08:00Nine Nights
‘Navratri’
or ‘Nine Nights’ is a time of inward healing,
Sacrificing worldly desires and
strengthening the mind,
It’s remembering the
preparations of a Supreme Being,
Who took on the task in making
earth safe for mankind.
The festival is dedicated to the
nine forms of Durga Devi,
The manifestations she took on to
enhance her power,
And she, with her Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13110263682051013767noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8141538405695314922.post-10689484949914131172014-10-01T17:16:00.000+08:002014-10-02T00:14:35.932+08:00A walk with the wind (Alliteration Poem)
A
whisper as the wind wafts weak,whack and wham as woe it
wreaks,
Wayward wind whisks off window and wall,wailing
whipping and wrecking withal,
Waning wind with wispy weeds wrangle,whirling wind wallop whiz and wrestle,
Whoosh wings
the wind on wrists and wearables,a wind so wonderful through wide
wealds whistles,
Wild wind in winter is wrathful and wantonly
wicked, wind Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13110263682051013767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8141538405695314922.post-33507870065714634542014-09-30T22:45:00.000+08:002014-09-30T22:45:38.148+08:00Musing over the moon (Alliteration)
Mesmerizing
magical moonlight,magnificent mantle at midnight,
Moves
modest maidens to midsummer madness,makes mild men mellifluent with
magniloquent manners,
Magnetically motivates Machiavellian
minds,maneuvering them to many a misdeed malign,
As
mercenary mistresses meet with moneyed married mates,masks and
make-believe are manifest in merry masquerades,
While maniacs
and murderers Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13110263682051013767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8141538405695314922.post-82556685585122928902014-09-28T10:58:00.000+08:002014-09-28T11:05:14.500+08:00A Soliloquy: The sun (Alliteration Poem)
Spectacular
sun! It stirs us from sweet slumberto streak across the sky in
stunning splendor,
A scourge on smooth skins in sizzling
summers
its sinews are shrouded with springtime showers,
Shadows
slip by as it slinks into sunset's shadeit sleeps as sparkling
stars stand by in its stead,
Solar strength is survival's salvation
for every seasonsunshine is our system's supportive
supplement, Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13110263682051013767noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8141538405695314922.post-42148120628281947192014-09-21T21:14:00.000+08:002014-09-21T21:14:52.253+08:00A Battle in Tatters (Homonym)
“To
Victory!” cries the general as his men storm across the flat
plain,for he knows the lay of the land and the treasures they
will gain,their boots grind along the path the fire in their
hearts burn bright,in a straight line they march, whensoon in
the sky they see the light.
Town’s on fire, houses burn
longwinds gain speed in a March storm,the men lay flat in
despair, Ameehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13051969731226900451noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8141538405695314922.post-12637566405854935222014-09-19T12:39:00.000+08:002014-09-19T20:28:41.272+08:00Dregs of War (Trochaic Octameter)
War
is over! Loud the victors’ cry, their long assault is
ended,Trumpets blast and bugles blow, as weary heroes stagger
homeward,
Barren fields they leave behind, the maimed and sick in
hopeless terror,Red the earth of death and sorrow,
cold the tomb
for life’s enclosure,Ruined towns and gutted homes, with solemn tales of desperate bravery,Giant armies, skilful weapons, battles
won in Ameehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13051969731226900451noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8141538405695314922.post-35779498795988312852014-09-17T23:13:00.000+08:002014-09-17T23:13:23.452+08:00An Ode to Horses
Stallions are splendid speeding spitfires,Sprinting swiftly round racetracks.Sinewy, sweating, shivering steeds,Stripling riders on their backs.
Mustangs are muscular, massive mounts,Magnificent with a matted mane of hair,Mobile in marshland or on mountain mightManaging with the minimum that is there.
Alliteration - a series of words having the first same consonant sound.
19 Jan Ameehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13051969731226900451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8141538405695314922.post-77506424376543989472014-09-10T23:36:00.000+08:002014-09-10T23:36:06.223+08:00The Conquest of Malacca - 1511
It
was morning when he walked up the hill,Unnoticed by his pa and
the other men at shore,
Who continued casting nets with their usual
skill,
It was hard work for the boy aged ten or more.
He
reached the top and climbed a coconut tree,The sights and sounds
above, filled him with awe,Then he turned his head to glance far
out to sea,And nearly fell off with fright at what he saw.
A
Ameehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13051969731226900451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8141538405695314922.post-54817976910490284652014-09-08T23:10:00.001+08:002014-09-08T23:10:44.018+08:00Mid-Autumn Festival
On the fifteenth day of the eighth month in
the
lunar calendar,
The mid-autumn festival is celebrated with ceremonial grandeur,
It is a time of great harvesting before dampwinter takes over,And on that night the moon hangs in the sky big, bright and clear.
Delicious mooncakes are a treat and bakedaccording to culture,
On the crust, the word ‘longevity’ is printed in Chinese Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13110263682051013767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8141538405695314922.post-48294937634547186252014-09-07T20:47:00.000+08:002014-09-07T20:47:45.752+08:00Both Sides of the Coin
http://animated-gifs.org/
Killing
comes easy for those who perceiveonly one side of the coin;the
other side bothers them not,Though the world out there crashes
downthey’ve made their point;they are smug with their own
lot.
Caring not for a stranger’s dreams, his willto live
and hopes to fill;they callously snuff out his life,They
think they have one-upped the enemy as they pillage Ameehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13051969731226900451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8141538405695314922.post-77904466932942543912014-09-01T02:41:00.000+08:002014-09-01T03:05:37.481+08:00Lay Down Your Arms, For Pity’s Sake (Kyrielle Poem)
A
son leaves home with courage might,A trench, the rain his sorry
plight,All night his ma does stay awakeLay down your arms,
for pity’s sake.
http://www.glitter-graphics.com/
“For freedom”, tis a sad refrain,No
end to wars, men die in vain,A cause, that peace will never
slake,Lay down your arms, for pity’s sake.With bloody
stains, is drenched the ground,Engulfed the sky, with mournful
Ameehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13051969731226900451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8141538405695314922.post-13700313493316997262014-08-31T12:33:00.000+08:002014-08-31T15:32:26.939+08:00Ask the ChildrenNo-one
asked the children if they thought war was fine
Now they walk
unprotected among many a land mine
That dad would receive a hero’s
welcome, well they liedHe'd be confined in chains if he's not on the
winning side.
No-one told the children that they would bear
the bruntWhen parents die in crossfire predators be on the
huntThey are put in prison just for being their parents’
Ameehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13051969731226900451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8141538405695314922.post-49875938662157033162014-08-29T21:04:00.000+08:002014-08-30T15:52:45.669+08:00A cessation of arms
War’s
an ugly word
depicting death and untold
misery,
an exodus of refugees
forced to escape torture and
agony,
It’s endless days of
hunger for orphans, widows,
victims,
and a sea of nameless
faces whose future is hopelessly
grim.
A wise man’s ‘Do unto others
as you would others do unto
you’
has become a forgotten parable
an unpracticed conduct of
value,
‘Do not kill’ is a Ameehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13051969731226900451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8141538405695314922.post-2126202920618224552014-06-02T23:04:00.000+08:002014-08-30T12:29:17.736+08:00The Dragon Boat Festival (The Dumpling Festival)
On
the fifth day of the fifth month of the Chinese lunar year, The
dragon boat festival is celebrated with pomp and cheer,It’s
when daylight is the longest in the northern Hemisphere,For it is
the summer solstice or ‘mid-summer’ in East Asia.
http://www.glitter-graphics.com/
It’s
the moment, (they say) when male energy is at its peak,
So it’s
a good chance for a man to prove that Ameehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13051969731226900451noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8141538405695314922.post-10011587455145187592014-05-13T22:21:00.000+08:002014-08-30T12:29:46.186+08:00Enlightenment Day (Wesak)
A
holiday it has always been;to relax, enjoy, make a call,Hadn't
given a thought, whatWesak meant to others at all.Till I
read about Buddha’s lifeand the sacrifice he made,How he
left everything behind to find meaning in life instead.For
he had chanced upon thesufferings a human could get,They were
old age, poverty,sickness, all ending in death.Though he
was a prince withwealth and a King Bethanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13110263682051013767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8141538405695314922.post-18680886613725120392014-04-08T21:47:00.000+08:002014-08-30T12:30:12.562+08:00Horses
The Almighty, at peace, put forth
His hands and created horses,as companions to man and as
partof earth’s beautiful creatures.
I love to look at
horses, at theirbeautiful streamlined form,the intelligent
look in their eyes orgaze at their stampeding storm.
Envy
fills me to see people wholive in wide open ranches,who wake
up to the sounds of soft
neighing and delightful cantersAmeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13051969731226900451noreply@blogger.com5