Never Mine

Oh! What a feeling it was,
Oh !What a feeling it was..

I could see in her eyes ,
I could see it in her amicable smile,
Like thousands of flowers blossemed,
Like spring florished and autum abeyanced away..

Life's verve bloomed with Joy,
Now there was color in life,
Color of her dark hair or those beautiful eyes,
or her rosey cheeks !
Loved her every grimace..

You could stare at her all day,
An gaze her all night,
Yet you stare her all day,
N gaze her all night..
She stole my heart away in the very first sight..

Oh! What a feeling it was,
Oh !What a feeling it was..

..Continued

Friendship

One day i cried all day,
Had a horrific time, with none at-bay,
I had a bad day...

Didnt feel like doing a thing,
Hands would move but the mind wandered away..
Things didnt feel right,
World felt like a creak, a wretched puny.

With a feeble vigour,
Life's like an aberrant fary,
I had a bad day, a very bad day..

Like a sun's last hope,
He came like a blossom in wintry,
He came and swept my misery away..

Flabbergasted, i asked him
"How did u know of my desolation?"
He grined and said
"I feel it , I feel it with you,
come pain or a blissful day..."

I Cherished his amity,
I thanked HIM,
for He confered me with a gift
Gift of friendship...
A rapport like no other come what may!

by - G

Shakespearean Insults !

[Thou] sanguine coward, [thou] bed-presser, [thou] horseback-breaker, [thou] huge hill of flesh!

Thou whoreson mandrake, thou art fitter to be worn in my cap than to wait at my heels.

Thou froward onion-eyed haggard!

Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold.

[Thou] small grey coated gnat.

How now my sweet creature of bombast?

[Thou] blunt monster with uncounted heads!

Thou whoreson impudent embossed rascal!

Why dost thou converse with that trunk of humours, that bolting-hutch of beastliness, that swollen parcel of dropsies, that huge bombard of sack, that stuffed cloak-bag of guts, that roasted Manningtree ox with pudding in his belly, that reverend vice, that grey Iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in years?

[Thou] vicious mole of nature!

Your virginity breeds mites, much like a cheese.

Thou art some fool, I am loath to beat thee.

In civility thou seem'st so empty.

Thou bawdy pottle-deep boar-pig!

If thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them.

Thou roguish hasty-witted harpy!


[Thou art] sick in the world's regard, wretched and low, a poor unminded outlaw sneaking home.

Thou art essentially a natural coward without instinct.

Anagrams

Anagrams are words or phrases made by mixing up the letters of other words or phrases, e.g. THE EYES is an anagram of THEY SEE. Mother-in-law	Woman Hitler
The earthquakes	That queer shake
Debit card	Bad credit
Slot machines	Cash lost in 'em
School master	The classroom
Eleven plus two	Twelve plus one
Dormitory	Dirty room
Punishment	Nine Thumps
Desperation	A rope ends it
The Morse code	Here come dots
Snooze alarms	Alas! No more Zs
A decimal point	I'm a dot in place
Astronomer	Moon starer
Fir cones	Conifers
The eyes	They see
Payment received	Every cent paid me
Conversation	Voices rant on
The public art galleries	Large picture halls, I bet
Election results	Lies – let's recount
Halley's Comet	Shall yet come
The Hurricanes	These churn air

Obsession


Thinking of it all day...
Not a moment it leaves me
Slowly taking control over me
i cant help it
i cant make it go away
slowly it controls me
I do what it says....

Its my...Obsession...
Its its possesion...

All day i do what it say
All day i drudge
But it never lets me go away..

Its my obsession..
Its its possesion...

I slay when it says..
The bloody mess, i cant help it
My lifes a helter-skelter..
i hem then i have to pay

i cant help it
i cant make it go away..

First you like it
But the hemlock grows on you
Takes you through and through..
then the pain kills you
It leaves you 'n find another pray...

Its the obsession
Its its possesion...
Its takes you all the way...