Just soapy ovals
distinguished only partially
through glassy hues
floating in quiet hypnosis
to the imaginary
Pied Piper’s tune!
breathing when untouched;
A bubble out of pride
lowering too close to nature
gasps for breath on
the first prick
– colored burst
froth fragranced demise!
BY: Irene Clasper
Could I throw an anchor
into the sea of time,
could I cut off the wings
of this rushing falcon.
Could I withstand the current
so steadfast moving all too fast,
could I swim through
before it throws me with
Could we throw an anchor
into the sea of time,
when we found our luck
so it won’t ever slip away.
Could time take in its wings
and rest for a while with me,
then I could die in your kisses
in peace with you forever.
BY : Shoutevenshy
Anyone watch Mexico played last night? I got to say, man that game was one of the worst soccer games I have watched in a while. that penalty kick was clearly wrong. If you can’t see that you are either one someone that knows nothing about football or two a Mexican in denial. Don’t even get me started on that red card. Panama played aggressively, but they didn’t deserve a red card. I have seen worst fouls done in the game by Mexico that wasn’t even called out by the ref. The second penalty kick was fair, but that would not have happen if the game had ended the way like it was going to in the first place. The same can be said for their previous game with Costa Rica. even if you know nothing about football you will see that was complete crap. What makes me more upset is those Mexicans out there trying to justify this nightmare. It was Mexico’s fault! You can’t tell me that Mexico just conveniently ha bad ref back to back and they had nothing to do with it. Mexico and the US are the two biggest donors to CONCACAF so it is no wonders that they again conveniently are the two team that wins. CONCACAF is one of the most corrupt branches of FIFA and I don’t think I even need to explain what that mean in FIFA corrupt standards. What happen last night was not the first and sure as hell won’t be the last time. I am not saying Mexico is the worst team out there, but you know you are sucks when you have been winning the past two games with only convenient penalty kicks that your convenient reference was able to provide for you.
knows that she knows not
is greater than herself
Ensconced in my Utrecht velvet armchair,
I plunge into those sprinkled arbours
As the embers beam through the bay window
With chuckles of the by-gone days wrapped in the leaves.
My eyes are pegged at their piles, sprawling further out, and
Carrying that golden shade of Autumn all over.
I can still see that oaken bark as lusty as before, and
The leaves still crisping to golden when sunlight sips into their pores.
Memories begin to shower upon me, and
I begin to swim through the waves of my past, where
I’m taken back to Robin!
I see her stranded black hair, and eyes filled with dreams.
I see our Youth!
How heartily we used to play on the sweet-smelling grass,
How sunshine used to pour onto our tender limbs,
How we used to make up, if we ever got into scuffles, and
How we used to greet the picturesque morning sun, saying:
“Welcome you star of the day, rise and brighten up the Season.”
Autumn stays just the same as every year, but
Time changes as it does everyday.
Those moments still flutter before my eyes, and
Her whispers tickle my ears.
They are never perished and always preserved
Under the last shield of my heart.
Oh Robin, where are you?
Where did those cherished days go?
Where do we get back that innocence of our childhood?
Do you ever remember your friend Alice?
And there I sink deep into nostalgia, when
Teardrops blur my vision.