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The bell
When the bell rings
You must come
When they treat you mean
Just be dumb
Be careful Job
they're a whole mob
If they catch you
you'll be hang
near the bell
that never rang
-By Job Zigu
The great lover
He was, everyone thought, of perfection
With perfect bodice, a smile, and all
I do not know him, so it didn't matter I thought
Then
I encountered something
It was a beautiful night
We met
He reckoned he knew me
But I do not recall
Soon after I notice how caring he was
So soft he was within
He committed to protect me no matter what it took
Through rain and sun he would be there for me
I then began to fall for him
We were inseparable
He protected and cared
Now I'm glad he's in my life
I will never be alone again
He is the best of friends
A lover
A one to long for
He is who he is
The Lord Almighty
-By Shiv Dallas
Painter of the sky
The sky was painted blue today
Last week there was cloud lingering
They pronounced serenity upon the lovers
The clouds have move on in form and shape
Then these lovers - so foolish they are
They dissipated as well.
The poet sat at his desk
He is the composite of mankind's tragedies
His pen now refuses to write
The winds of change causes him to sneeze
'It is bad omen,' he thought
She was a thing of beauty
As another great poet had put it.
She had walked into his meditation
Abruptly
'Perhaps she won't mind my asking her
to allow me to seduce her.' He thought.
When the moment was right
He inquires of the beauty
She smiles. Her mouth moves as if in speech
The poet does not hear
He has become numb
She walks away laughing
The poet is at prayer
Resting with his elbows on his knees
He takes in breath shuddering
And exhales blowing anxiety
Into the clasp of his hands
Pressed against his trembling mouth
'Why me?'
He stammers
'To become the painter of the sky?'
-By David Soroda
Rainy day
The sun came out today
But only for a while
The children went out to play
They played in the sunshine
Then the storm clouds came
Spewing out droplets of rain
The children stamped about with rage
But they did this all in vain
The trickling of the pouring rain
Sent the children indoors again
They cursed and yelled at the rain
The sound of it drove them insane
When, at last the trickling stopped
The sun had fallen out of range
The teary children then hoped and prayed
That tomorrow'll be a sunny day
-By William D Nikolas
 
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