PAINTING A dash of red, a stroke of blue Is my painting wonderful to view? No painting can be done in a rush Unless it is done by a magic brush. For an artist all his paintings are priceless But for a layman it may…

MOTHERS LOVE IS SPECIAL When God decided to descend on Earth, He wondered how people will know His worth. When He could not think any further He realised; a perfect creation could only be the Mother. Mother is the creator of the universe Without her,…

LIFE Life is like mathematics, We can add our friends, Subtract our enemies Multiply our happiness Divide our love Life is like food It is sometimes sweet, It is sometimes sour Life is always full of spice, It is up to us to make it…

In the gathering room we gather for everything even though it might seem crowded sometimes and it gets too warm in the summer afternoon because of the windows that point to the south although I could put up awnings or blinds but then why have…

ANGELS ON EARTH Dressed in white with a caring face Is that an angel with an angelic face? Who is the person walking with majestic steps? Is he the head of this place called paradise? Does he have magic in his hand? How does he…

She’s singing again why can’t she understand me? I know the others need her, three but more so do I so I get louder, why? But need is in order please pick me up I’m more important ah, I like that song calm down, not…

  ABILITY I thought I could become a Mathematician Till I came across Differentiability I thought I could become a Chemist Till I came across Malleability I thought I could become a cook Till I came across palatability I thought I could be a gymnast…

Text prompt Write a poem describing your surroundings as inarticulately as possible, but maintaining just a tiny bit of the truth. Image prompt                   Photo by Wolfgang Hasselmann

You’ve come to me in a dream again. This time it’s exactly a year since you left us, after fist fighting with death until there was no fight left. Now here you are- radiant and giddy, “Fine as frog’s hair,” unencumbered by aging or illness……

Listen to a story ’bout a man named Black Tim Villines a big man living as a hermit in the hills above Bullfrog Hollow in the days when one black man in the county was one too many. In the only surviving picture of him,…