I feel free

rowing a boat

across a murmuring river.

I feel free

walking through sunflowers

staring at the radiant sun.

I feel free

watching tides

flirting the rocks at the seashore.

I feel free

lying in the forest

counting the twinkling stars.

I feel free

listening to birds

twittering sweet melodies.

I feel free

holding you in my arms

indulging in your beauty.

youth ‘s  ebbed

my health ‘s worn  away

my skin ‘s   wrinkled

my hair ‘s  turned gray.

-

My joints once sturdy

now quake and ache

my hands once steady

now noticeably shake .

-

It’s been a long journey

Sprinkled with memories

Dim and bright

Daubed with deeds

Wrong and right

Dotted with  sweet successes

and many  foul failures.

Seated on  cardboard

shabby and swarthy

careworn and haggard

stretching a cadaverous hand

covered with calluses

to make an urgent demand

for money and food .

-

Some  people pass  by

turn their heads away

seem not to care

they refuse to see

as if  nobody is there.

-

Others hear the plea,

rummage their pockets

only for a short while

and hand  some dimes

enough to paint a faint smile

on a face furrowed by  hard times.

my   rosy dreams have faded

drooped , withered

and crumbled to ashes.

-

despondency  oozes

out of  the myriad cracks

in  my derelict  soul.

-

my wrinkled heart

beats listlessly ,  slowly

on the rythm of loneliness.

- 

under  the heavy tension

and the insufferable pain

my congested brain 

becomes a real bomb

ready to go off.

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I nominate Tim Keeton for the perfect poet award, he possesses  huge  poetry talents.

I did hurt you

shame on me

but let’s start anew

I hope you ‘ll agree.

-

I pricked your pride

shame on me

but let’s move on side by side

Cos I  luv  thee.

-

I made you cry

shame on me

but lets’ give it a try

I think you won’t disagree.

-

I beg you to forget and forgive

and wipe grudges away

I hope you’ll stay

cos  without you , I can’t live.

http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/2010/06/04/thursday-poets-rally-week-21-the-perfect-poet-award/

On a dreary summer night

a car runs a  red light

brakes screech

a pedestrian is  hit

bystanders scream

The world comes to a halt.

A tub of ice-cream

Crushed  on the asphalt

A tiny boy lying nearby

Bathing in blood.

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I nominate Shakira for the perfect poet award.

My prayers for her and her daughter.

I love this lovely  game

a  game of money and fame .

a game of unbelievable shots

a game where the atmosphere is hot .

-

I love Fedrerer’s fantastic play

and Nadal’s show on clay.

-

I love Roddick ‘s  fast serve

and Murray’s wit and verve.

-

I love the footwork of Djokovic

and the countless  aces of karlovic.

-

I love Agassi ‘s   returns

and McEnroe’s ’  half- volleys.

-

I love Borg’s strong forehand

and Lendl’s flat backhand.

-

I love this exciting game

It’s got tennis as a name.

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The French Open inspired me this poem.My apologies for the ladies because I focused on men’s tennis.

do you love tennis ?

if yes, what’s your favorite player ?

A  skilfull craftsman

a clever artisan

the architect in Greek myth

the designer of the labyrinth.

-

To keep the unwanted Minotaur

the king Minos of Crete

wanted a  labyrinth to be quickly built

and our hero performed the feat.

-

Yet, the king’s   reward was sour

as he imprisoned the architect and his son

in a high deserted  tower

so the  craftsman ‘s cunning was outdone.

-

The artisan gathered bird feathers

made use of wax and thread

devised huge  wings of freedom

and up they flew and fled.

-

The boy  was having too much fun

he  soared higher and higher

alas, the heat of the scorching  sun

melted the wax  from his wings.

-

The architect watched his son

trying  to go back down

but the damage couldn’t be undone

and the child was doomed to drown.

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can you guess the names of this myth character and his son ?

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I don’t really care

what you hide or  what you show

as long as I know

That the truth is naked and aglow.

-

I don’t really care

whether you sleep or lie awake

as long as I know

that your love is false and fake.

-

I don’t really care

what you think or believe

as long as I know

That you cheat and deceive.

-

I don’t really care

whether you ‘ll go or stay

as long as I know

That you lie and betray.

-

I don’t really care

What you say or what you  do

as long as I know

that I no longer love you.

-

I don’t really care

Whether you admit or deny

as long as I know

that it’s time to say goodbye.

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