Monday, November 21, 2005

And here's a poem of mineā€¦this is one of the sugary ones...There are other flavours. I'm contending for the post of the "Poetry - Moderator" here... So, will keep you posted to qualify :)

We spent the last hour,
Counting every grain that fell,
And with each of them He heard
The prayers we tell!
For every prayer a blessing was sent,
Many a blessing we gathered
In the last hour spent!
We give them all to u
On this special day,
And if u count just a few,
We'll turn the hour glass
Around the other way!

8 Comments:

Blogger SiD said...

neat! kudos on the first post! really like the poem. read it a few times before i think i understood it. now that i think i do, i love it.
Welcome to 'LogicZero'

Monday, November 21, 2005 9:21:00 PM  
Blogger Me_Mumbling said...

Tanks, ... that's +1 and I feel one step closer to my self-designed /designated role...

Monday, November 21, 2005 10:07:00 PM  
Blogger Albatross said...

Here is something from my college days...

Thinking about the years going by
Could there be a reason why
So many people that I know
But so few that I really know

So many of wishes for everyone
But so few thoughts about anyone
Would I ever make it to the the point where
The sea meets it's favorate river...

Nights after night...

Monday, November 21, 2005 11:32:00 PM  
Blogger Me_Mumbling said...

This one's good...We should have poetry jam to revive creativities from college days...

Tuesday, November 22, 2005 12:14:00 AM  
Blogger SiD said...

me_mumbling: wow! looks like you've been able to get in touch with the part of people!
alb: so relatable, almost makes me go back to my college days... neat. y not post these as seperate posts?

Tuesday, November 22, 2005 12:25:00 AM  
Blogger SiD said...

can't resist, here's one of mine from the college days.

crawling out of the hole
all battered & bruised
waiting to be run over by a freak train
i pop my head out
eyes closed
and hear the sound of birds instead
of the river that flows in the distance
the wind that carries with it
the smell of orchids,
i slowly open my eyes
finding myself in heaven!
am i dead or alive i wonder.
does it matter, i smile...

Tuesday, November 22, 2005 12:31:00 AM  
Blogger ganges75 said...

my bit from rudyard kipling's collection summarizes the essence of this blog(logiczero)

Now this is the Law of the Jungle -- as old and as true as the sky;
And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the Wolf that shall break it must die.
As the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk the Law runneth forward and back --
For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.

Tuesday, November 22, 2005 12:42:00 AM  
Blogger Me_Mumbling said...

hmmm... that's a wow! Kipling rocks!

Tuesday, November 22, 2005 12:46:00 AM  

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