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.