LIBRA is ME, I am LIBRA!

Me, I am Libra,
The sign of a Scale,
A slightly inbalanced Star,
Planet Venus from up above,
It's the control of my blood,
Air is my quality with romantic moods,
Not without sensitivity that I should!

Sentiments I have by nature,
Vulnerable and yet social,
Excessively conciliating,
My refined tastes of esthetic sense,
Fridays suits me best,
It is good and immense!

My favorite numbers comes in even,
Colors are yellow, green, white and crimson,
Diamonds, jades and opals are my elements,
Charming with pleasant personailty,
Though it doesn't mean that I could be handsome!

My nature comes very artistic,
All beautiful things come in turn,
Love in greatness that I yearn,
Brotherly and friendly are in my harmony,
Dislikes most that goes ugly,
Or things that gives me agony!

I live by tact of consent,
Always try to be fair with reasons,
Even though there are lots of emotions,
My Justice is in the sense of consideration,
And it comes in many directions!

So it depicts most of my characteristics of the Astrological Sign, almost!

I NEED YOU

The following is a puzzle from my bLoGger friend,

JEN @Y!360

hope it puzzles & is entertaining...eNjOy!

I'll never know what brought me here

as if somebody led my hand.

It seems I hardly had to steer - my course was planned.

And destiny, it guides us all;

and by its hand we rise and fall.

But only for a moment time,

enough to catch our breath again.

And we're just another piece of the puzzle,

just another part of the plan.

How one life touches the other,

is so hard to understand.

Still we walk this road together.

We try and go as far as we can.

And we have waited for this moment in time ever since the world began.

Taken in the times gone by we wonder how it all began.

We never know,

and still we try to understand.

And even though the seasons change,

the reasons shall remain the same.

It's love that keeps us holding on,

till we can see the sun again.

And I stand alone,

a woman of stone,

against the driving rain.

And the night,

it's got your number - and the wind,

it cries your name.

And we search for clues,

win or lose,

in this we're all the same.

The hope still burns eternal,

we're the keeper of the flame.
will always need you boo.

Our Bird Friends

"This poem is about the interaction of birds and animals we see every day from the family room window." Ian Grice
Lorikeets from feeders look,
Neighbour’s cat lurks nearby tree,
Loves his secret shady nook,
Watching birds and watching me.
Raven sitting on the fence,
Cocks his head from side to side,
Arching wings in quick defence,
Calls his mate come sit beside.
Magpie searching on the lawn,
Cool where insects love to play,
He’ll check out the stands of corn,
Chuckling on this sunny day.
Pigeons cooing on the ground,
Grateful for the seeds that fell,
Listening for a danger sound,
Cat’s around and they can tell.
Wagtail takes his daily swim,
In the birdbath on the path,
Watch him on the water skim,
Antics make the children laugh.
Parrots flying overhead,
Shout their blessings as they go,
They look rather overfed,
Proudly let their plumage show.
Neighbour’s dog now watching cat,
Loudly barks to let all know,
Cat retreats from where she sat,
Birds watch their departing foe.
Lorikeets now screech their cry,
Seeds in feeder running low,
Mocking as the cat runs by,
Glad to see this hunter go.
Then when sunset shows its face,
All will find their night retreat,
Waiting morning sun to grace,
They’ll return the day to greet.

A Poem by Ian Grice © 2008 ( published at Y!360 dated Sept. 4th, 2008 )

The Chronicles of mebeFree

I am True but I'm not Real,
I am Sincere but I'm not Reachable!
I am Truthful but I'm Untoucable,
I am Lovable but I am out of Hugs!

When you think it's me, I am Not!
You thought you see me, you just might Not!
When you thought you knew me, you May not!
We are all for a thought, as we're on the bLoG!

If you think I just bLoG, I simply just not!
I have the Words that could rock,
I am the tune that you just might sought!
Am I or am I Not?

But truely I am no other,
Then The Midnite bLoGger!
I am also The Midnite Surfer!
I am the one at a place they called BLOGGER!

My POEMs sing out loud to your hearts,
Sweet, sentimental and very soft!
I'm also yours truely The Midnite Cowboy,
Well, do you know Not?

I am that guy who roamed the Streets,
I get around at nite and feel the Breeze,
The joyous blue bird that flies so free,
It's the symbolic icon of mebeFree!

In appreciation to my good artist friend, Abeth Rivera

who took the time and effort to sketch me,

and thanks to her for sweeping away my discarded paper!

Peace - It's Only Home

This following Poem, another version of PEACE was published by Swami V. and I find it very meaningful and I'd like to share it with you! Hope it'll shed some light - eNjOy!

Behold, it comes in might,
The power that is not power,
The light that is in darkness,
The shade in dazzling light.

It is joy that never spoke,
And grief unfelt, profound,
Immortal life unlived,
Eternal death unmourned.

It is not joy nor sorrow,
But that which is between,
It is not noght nor morrow,
But that which joins them in.

It is sweet rest in music;
And pause in sacred art;
Between silence and passion;
It is the calm of heart.

It is beauty never seen,
And love that stands alone,
It is song that lives un-sung,
And knowledge never known.

It is death between two lives,
And lull between two storms,
The void whence rose creation,
And that where it returns.

To it the tear-drop goes,
To spread the smiling form
It is the Goal of Life,
And Peace — its only home.

Recollection

Looking out my window,

My thoughts go deeper,

Mind begins to wander,
Flickering eyes ain't getting wider.

My head is in a spin,
Now where do I begin,
What happiness could bring,
In those days when my heart still sing!

Am I or am I not,
Those days that I forgot,
Is it or is it not,
Battles that are being fought?

When the lights are shining bright,
When my strength are full of might,
Everything was in sight,
But why am I in such a fright?

What else could I wished for,
What's less and what's more,
Am I becoming an eye sore,
Or am I one of those who bores?

Sighing deep breathe of self console,
What went thru nobody knows,
My sorrows that wouldn't show,
What path will come for me to follow?

How then will I know,
Is it time that I may borrow,
Or shall I wait until tomorrow,
Or just recollection of my sorrows?

once in a moment of despair, a recollection...............

Anguish

Sad As I Am,

As Sad As You Can Be,

When Anger Strikes,
The Eyes Do Not See!

Gone Will Be The Pain,
That Went Astray,
All The Tears Too,
Will Just Roll Away!

When Nothing Will Matter,
And Your Mind Gets Sick,
Everyday Looks Further,
What More Do You Seek!

When The Waiting Gets Longer,
Patience Run Wild,
What Memory is Fonder,
Wilderness That Cannot Reconcile!

What Makes The Mind Go Crazy,
What Makes It Decide,
What Makes It So Easy,
The Conscience Just Subside!

All That Went Wrong,
All That Cannot Be Undone,
Left A Heart That's Broken,
Let the Past Be Past!

Even If You Recall The Memories,
The Love You Had May Not Exist,
Not A Ray Of Hope There Is,
It Just Can't Heal That Disease!

All Seems So Lost,

It's Like Over A Fire,

For It Is The Source,

That Makes The Desire!

You Live To Forsake,

As You Believe There Is,
It's All In The Hate,
Your Heart Is In Anguish!

Composed by: McCheah

once upon a time during a deranged moment.

That is part of Life's journey 
though hope against the hopeless, 
yet hoping!

You Came To Me

You came to me when in times of trouble,

When in need of a helping hand,

At the best that you can!

You came to me, 

Giving me comfort,

A shoulder to lean, 

Whispering those tender words! 

You came to me, 

When I'm stranded helpless,

When the whole world to me,  

Gets so cold and merciless!

You came to me,  

Lighting up my life,

Helped me be, 

Giving me guide!

You came to me, 

With such tenderness,

You made me feel so happy, 

Made me hopeful with destiny!
You came to me,  

You're my friend and savior,

When I'm in need, 

You always came to me!

Life's Forsaken Life

  In my heart sank a grief,
No one to pamper my loneliness,
So I sat on this rocking chair,
Wandering nothingness!

Except for my recurring sighs,
Glaring aimlessly at the ceiling,
With some humming of tiny insects,
Eyes are forgetting how to blink,

The air stood deadly still,
Except for some rushing breeze,
All seems motionless,
Just the sound of sweeping leaves.

How I wish there's no brain,
Where I would not live to think,
No need for reality of life,
And be free of everything!

Life is just a hard breathing,
I wish time could just stood still,
So it can stop the worrying,
And lost the sense to feel!

Hoping to end this forsaken grief,
I close my eyes into darkness,
Wishing to stay happy with relief,  
And with no end to happiness!

Just A Memory

I remember that we walked,

Soaked to the very skin,

But I remember not,

That I was ever in,

Somwehre in a desirable room,

I don't remember where,

When we lay in each other's arms so soon!

Holding the warmness there,

I don't remember anything,

Of what we did and said,

We, in our love-making,

In that forgotten bed!

I remember when morning came,

We just smiled to part,

There was nothing to blame,

But just a memory to keep at heart!

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This was one of the romantic short poems I wrote back in the late 70's.

It was later published on 5th of December 1979

in a local fortnightly tabloit magazine's poems corner

Hope you'll like it!