roar #16

it's you, it's you,
i see myself in you
you're the heat of my heart

you're my mum
you're my dad
you're my friend who sings me lullabyes

you're the heat of April - May
you're the rain of June - July
I like you

you're the showers of September
you're the winds of October
I thank you

when a mum like you is around,
what else do i need in life to succeed?

when tears form in my eyes
when there's burden in my heart,
i'll lean on to your shoulders

you dont approve of my tears
and you say your child never wilts
everytime im down

no matter how many births i take,
i'll always want to be your child
im your house pet
the pet that you love the most

even though im so old in age,
i'll always want your lap to play

you watered my roots,
you watered me with your tears
my garden bloomed

i'll be your kid who says your name,
i'll be your kid who always wins
now you can lean on me

all along ive been a crescent
and now you've made into a full moon
youre the Ganges River that never dries,
you're the Mother Earth that does not wear off
may you always be like this

i'll always have a new beginning with you
you're always the direction of my rising sun

roar #15

WALKING AWAY AS ANGELS

We laid back and let it all flow out
the topic of trust never once had a doubt,
for within my mind and heart as well
was an image and vibe as clear as a bell.
You were very special to me and more
I had a feeling inside I never felt before.
A trust so great and strong
I wanted this trust to take away all the wrong
and return to me a mended soul.
My mended soul would then release a new angel beside the other one
and together we would stroll the heavens,
our times are over and done.
For we have then won the battle within
and now we rest for created we have a personality twin,
Think alike, talk alike, say the same thing.

It is time we are to ascend
or we have reached the territory of a best friend.

But friendships break even the best of ones
then all me have established becomes undone.
Your job as my angel is then complete
because you have left me with only my pen and sheet.
I am now forced to record what I feel to something unlike you and I,
it's not real.
I'm talking to myself, every single word
I write to paper but what I'm saying goes left unheard.

All this because of you my angel, you are no longer beside me
though I beg and plea
our friendship just wasn't meant to be.

But do not worry my pen is okay
For within my heart our memories will always stay,
Forever...
because a part of you will be with me always, to forget you
Never...

roar #14

Loneliness is darkness
A never-ending night.
Even though the black won’t go away,
You’ll never fall asleep.

Because loneliness sparks a fear
And unlike other nightmares
Awakening will not vanish it;
For the darkness is too strong

To allow any rest.
It makes memories into ghosts
And dreams into spirits.
Too vague to remember
Too important to forget.

roar #13

As examinations are coming near,

Our minds are trembling with fear,

We start thinking as to why,

Didn't we study throughout the year.

In June our year starts,

We refresh our little hearts,

As July and August pass,

We study for time-pass,

In September-October flowers bloom,

We pass our time sleeping in the room,

November and December bring cold,

The books become too heavy to hold.

January and February are bright and pleasant,

We keep ourselves busy in enjoyment,

But as March comes marching,

We panic and for our books we start searching,

So as exams come near,

We start worrying with fear.

may be true for some, but definitely NOT for me and my angels. we mug all day through the joy and pain and for those who know us, we have a LIFE.. so all ma people, all the best for exams and hope the above poem doesnt describe you.

regards,

Rina

roar #12

The Forever Friend
by Artur Hawkwing

On my own, but mostly the savannah,

Where the tumbleweeds

fade away and die,

Before the glassy sun

burns a summer of crystals,

The glistering waters of the high seas

Of which was so far a place

as of where vultures roam.

I looked around

but you weren't anywhere...

You used to say that you would never die,

But I took the wrong meaning into my heart.

Now the sea is wild with despair,

Deep blue like a prairie of flowers blue,

Where all children of God rest in eternal peace.

I saw you at the end,

You and I, brother and sister of nature,

Brother and sister of heaven and earth,

Your usually calm and heavenly eyes full of tears,

Bitterly falling one after one into a river,

Then the river of life turned red in blood.

My eyes watched in horror.

Slowly and deadly

your heart became poisoned,

You disappeared

without saying good-bye,

Not a word came

out of your mouth.

You became like

desolation in its grave.

When once the

skies were a realm of stars

And the sun shone brightly in summer skies,

You were there to share the calmness;

But now I stand here in midst of the tall grass

And only the savannah remains.

roar #11

On Christmas Eve, a young boy with light in his eyes,

Looked deep into Santa's, to Santa's surprise,

And said as he nestled on Santa's broad knee,

"I want your secret. Tell it to me."

He leaned up and whispered in Santa's good ear,

"How do you do it, year after year?"

I want to know how, as you travel about,

Giving gifts here and there, you never run out.

How is it, dear Santa, that in your pack of toys

You have plenty for all of the world's girls and boys?

From rooftop to rooftop,

to homes large and small,

From nation to nation, reaching them all?"

And Santa smiled kindly and said to the boy,

"Don't ask me hard questions. Don't you want a toy?"

But the child shook his head, and Santa could see

That he needed the answer.

"Now listen to me,"

He told the small boy with the light in his eyes,

"My secret will make you sadder, and wise.

"The truth is that my sack is magic. Inside

It holds millions of toys for my Christmas Eve ride.

But although I do visit each girl and each boy

I don't always leave them a gaily wrapped toy.

Some homes are hungry, some homes are sad,

Some homes are desperate, some homes are bad.

Some homes are broken, and children there grieve.

Those homes I visit, but what should I leave?

My sleigh is filled with the happiest stuff,

But for homes where despair lives, toys aren't enough.

So I tiptoe in, kiss each girl and boy,

And pray with them that they'll be given the joy

Of the sprit of Christmas,

the spirit that lives

In the heart of the dear child who gets not, but gives.

If only God hears me and answers my prayer,

When I visit next year, what I will find there

Are homes filled with peace, and with giving, and love

And boys and girls gifted with light from above.

It's a very hard task, my smart little brother,

To give toys to some and to give prayers to others.

But the prayers are the best gifts, the best gifts indeed.

For God has a way of meeting each need.

"That's part of the answer. The rest, my dear youth,

Is that my sack is magic. And that is the truth.

In my sack I carry on Christmas Eve day

More love than a Santa could ever give away.

The sack never empties of love, or of joys'

Cause inside it are prayers, and hopes.

Not just toys.

The more that I give, the fuller it seems,

Because giving is my way of fulfilling dreams."

And do you know something? You've got a sack, too.

It's as magic as mine, and it's inside of you.

It never gets empty, it's full from the start.

It's the center of lights, and of love. It's your heart.

And if on this Christmas you want to help me,

Don't be so concerned with the gifts 'neath your tree.

Open that sack called your heart, and shareYour joy,

your friendship, your wealth, your care.

"The light in the small boy's eyes was glowing.

"Thanks for the secret. I've got to be going."

"Wait, little boy," Said Santa, "don't go.

Will you share? Will you help?

Will you use what you know?"

And just for a moment the small boy stood still,

Touched his heart with his small hand and whispered

"I will"

roar #10

There is only one thing
about which I shall have no regrets
when my life ends.

I have savoured
to the full all the small, daily joys.
The bright sunshine
on the breakfast table;
the smell of the air at dusk;
the sound of the clock ticking;
the light rains that start gently after midnight;
the hour when the family come home;
Sunday evening tea before the fire!

I have never missed one moment of beauty,
not ever taken it for granted.
Spring, summer, autumn, or winter.
I wish I had failed as little in other ways.