Toys

12 08 2011

Little Timmy loved to sing.

He would sing all day.

He sang to the bees,

He sang to the cows.

He would sing in the bus,

And even in the class!

But one fine day…

Little Timmy met The Man.

The Man gave him a golden coin,

“These will buy you many toys!”

So Little Timmy looked for a job,

And started working non-stop.

Ever since that time,

Little Timmy stopped his chimes.

He would work in the day;

He wanted that shiny new car.

He would work in the night;

Now he wants that huge farm house.

But Timmy soon grew tired of his toys,

And decided to resume his joys.

But a drunkard knocked him over.

And so it says,

“Herein lies a great man of many toys.”

 





Comfort Zone

18 07 2010

Everyone else has taken flight...

Afraid of the winds,
You chose not to spread those wings,
How then… would you win?





To The Lady In Gray

16 06 2010

This is what I wrote to a girl whom caught my eye on Facebook. She had a poetical introduction of herself so…

Lady in gray

And this is, of course, not her...

Whether by accident or by chance,
I had your photos many a glance.
They’re really nice, I must say,
Especially that one of you in gray!
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Fluffy Friends

15 05 2010

Too proud to share them,
He muffled his cries in dark,
Between two pillows.





Mr.Lenny

14 05 2010

Why Sir, it seems you are most terribly mistaken,
As to how smiles are to be taken.
Why look at this smile,
Look at this grin!
Think! Think!
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Gems & Junk

13 05 2010

Day after day,
I spent my days,
Looking for ways to better my play.
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Rush Hours

7 04 2010

Is your train as full as mine?
Are you watching these people who’ve sold their time?
Is your train as full as mine?
This is how it is like, every morning at nine?
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Queen-sized Bed

20 02 2010
The Bed

The Bed by Henri De Toulouse-Lautrec

She sleeps alone on that queen-sized bed,
No one knows who sleeps beside.
Did it once belong to a mate,
Or did she just likes how it’s wide?
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The Dog Under The Sink

31 01 2010

I entered the kitchen and I saw the dog under the kitchen sink.
It looked at me obediently with eyes that seemed to hint
“Don’t leave me here to stink in this room alone.”
How I wished it could be out to enjoy a little roam,
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Spaces

16 01 2010

I’m not a fan of emo poems but hey, here it is:

I saw me
There was so much space
Many things could fill the place
A girl went past me
I told her to stay
And she kept her bay Read the rest of this entry »








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