Let me love you to the blinds of death

let me love you to the blinds of Death, stretch out your dark, black hair make me a bridge let me know the lineaments of your body, the dearlings of your soul...

Lord Byron

How i wish i were Lord Byron cynical, dashing, and romantic writing poems from heart to art waking souls, waking turbulent emotions. how i wish i could swim the Hellespont

FULL MOON

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Don’t cross the matchmaker

An Irishman working at a language school crosses a matchmaker and gets himself into deep trouble,

JUMPING OFF CLIFFS

faith

Song of the night

I listen as your simple playing speaks to me of decades past It fills my heart and sings its song across the night It haunts me Makes the darkness dance around my bed

Technology and poetry

Technology and poetry P K Routray Technological words get poetic touch implying a general feeling to assume and to judge. But the degree and depth of measurement

Paradise Found

There is a pretty place I know; a place where crystal waters flow and flowers, of all colours, bloom filling the air with sweet perfumes; where birds that have bright rainbow wings
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Cherry

The Whale In The Bathtub

“My name is Wilberforce”, it said

Sapporo—Japan’s Northern Capital

Brief introduction to the largest and most famous city of northern Japan.

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