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New Perceptions

noreply@blogger.com (ElitePublishings) — Mon, 13 Jun 2011 01:59:00 +0000

New Perceptions

My life today is from decisions once made

Resentment and Rejection has been long over-played

The secret to life, I've yet to find

Learned to speak the truth,

What's on my mind.

It is what it is; I've made an effort to be found,

Keep my head outa my ass, and my feet on the ground

To have many friends as never before

In some ways we all can relate

No one to judge, or even keep score

One of my newest friends is full of joy

She makes my heart flutter, better play it coy

Having her in my life today is ultimately cool

Don't do, what I used to do

Treat her with respect, don't act a fool

I'm not so accustomed to being so shy

I guess I’m intimidated to death, because she’s so fly ;)

I don't know if my heart is playing tricks

Does she feel the same way?

Or am I just bad with my picks

Either way don't lose her as a friend

My heart can be fixed, but not as easy to mend.

So many common interests, that we share

Many of the same likes

Lots more conversations to soon be paired

This girl is so special, sparkling eyes of brown

her smile itself, lifts me off the ground!

My mind twists things, could it be what it is

Can't trust my feelings they've been wrong before

Do I have a shot, or is it none of my biz

Take it slow; build a relationship that will last

Something usually skipped, don't relive the past

Arggg... why can't i get her outa my mind

Writing this corny poetry

Prettiest of smiles no need for refine.

One day at a time, let God run the show,

Things will work out, this I know!

by: Gregory Smitheman

His Body, Long and Lean

noreply@blogger.com (ElitePublishings) — Sat, 12 Feb 2011 04:48:00 +0000

His Body, Long and Lean

His body, long and lean, lounged against the bar.

Smoke smoldered from his lidded eyes

He beckoned with his look --

-A piercing sear with unrequited lust.

I understood his gaze.

His legs lent themselves to touch-

Such sinuous, sensational sentinels.

I saw his jeans stretch across them and linger

Taunt and beckoning.

I understood their yearning.

What chance our encounter?

What coincidence of time and space?

What would I gain -- or loose to run his race?

To leave my world behind and bend toward his?

I understood the risk to be taken.

The muscles on his chest and arms beckoned me

Come hither, taste and savor.

Urgency evident in his stare -

- Entreated me to share

I understood the question asked.

Circumstance and happenstance

Conspired to assign our tête-à-tête.

He suggested fate had signed our meeting

and we should take the cue. I do.

And leave without him.

by: A. Gagliardi

Elite Publishing's & Graffix

noreply@blogger.com (ElitePublishings) — Wed, 15 Sep 2010 04:11:00 +0000

Sorry to break from the norm but I just had to get in a "plug" for my new website.

Come and see ElitePublishings.com; A Tennessee based graphic design firm!

Also we are in need of some more creative poetry submissions! Please E-mail your submissions to ElitePublishings@Gmail.com. Don't forget to include a picture, prefered colors, and a link to your site.

Thanks,

Smitty

Words

noreply@blogger.com (ElitePublishings) — Sat, 07 Aug 2010 14:13:00 +0000

WORDS

So many words just floating around,
like spectres on the prowl.
Pick a handful and see what's there,
Slowly open the fingers son none will escape.
The one that gets away may be the one you want.

Make sentences out of the floating words:
paragraphs, essays, and books. The
choices are unlimited: the words are free.
If there is one you do not want--
turn it loose.
It may be the one I need.

By: Mary Jo Holder

Now It Doesn't Matter

noreply@blogger.com (ElitePublishings) — Fri, 06 Aug 2010 14:13:00 +0000

Now It Doesn't Matter

An orb of iridescent light

striding off into the dark of night
Glances down at the spots on the

ebony cloak it has donned tonight.

Some specks of cosmic dust is all,
so small as not to matter.
No time to pause and flick them off,

It will have to wait til later.

Each insignificant little speck,
in it's own elliptical path, felt
smug in thinking it the leader.

The atmosphere around their world

neglected for so long
was to be their biggest downfall

The cloak is shook, the specks are gone.
Now it doesn't matter.

By: Mary Jo Holder

The Cracked Window

noreply@blogger.com (ElitePublishings) — Wed, 09 Jun 2010 00:39:00 +0000

The Cracked Window

He peered through the grimy,cracked window.
The cracks--an intricate spiderweb pattern,
let him view the world through many eyes,
each view distorted and no two views the same.
The same scene-- different perspective.

His view dulled by the grime on the window,
colored his world a washed-out array of
water colors. Once vivid and new--now a
hazy, smudge in his eyes.
The same scene -- different perspectives.

By: Mary Jo Holder

Yoda's word for the day

noreply@blogger.com (ElitePublishings) — Tue, 02 Feb 2010 07:00:00 +0000

Yoda's word for the day

Calm is the way of the force,
peace is the way of it is,
always in motion, completing its course,
perfection is the goal of this spirit.

Learning its will, waiting until
the force speaks, the mind is but an ear,
looking not back, but forward, be still,
for your ally is here, do not fear,
love is the way of it, always one is harmony.

Together are they, do you not see?
Can they walk together unless they agree?
Use the force, take hold of your destiny.
Consider the force as the door to eternity.

Darryl William Crawford

Alpha Rhythm

noreply@blogger.com (ElitePublishings) — Mon, 01 Feb 2010 07:00:00 +0000

Alpha Rhythm

As the two become one
Together counting every season
In a give and take relation
Living life to the maximum
Like dedicated musicians
We rehearse every session
With only one intention
To behold every reason
Love is the highest invitation
Much stronger than emotion
Much deeper than thee ocean
Nothing can top love's expression

Darryl William Crawford

A FRIEND IS FOREVER

noreply@blogger.com (ElitePublishings) — Sun, 31 Jan 2010 07:00:00 +0000

A FRIEND IS FOREVER

A moment of silence,

no need for

advertisement,

a hand stretched forth,

without judgment of course.

There is no

place for pride,

where a friend resides,

some secrets are shared,

to only those

ones who care.

Love is the evidence,

so we can not pretend this pre-tense,

a movement of the soul,

each desiring to make each whole.

Forgiveness is nothing new,

this isbound to keep us true.

A cry is never a surprise,

when you realize your true prize,

that you have a friend,

who loves without

end. How do you know who is your friend?

TIME will tell you,

always.

Truth comes out boldly,

on any topic with friends,

knowing that their secrets are kept inside.

Lies appear when fear is present.

True friends FEAR NOT,

this is our evidence.

Darryl William Crawford

TRAVAIL OF A FROG

noreply@blogger.com (ElitePublishings) — Sat, 30 Jan 2010 07:00:00 +0000

TRAVAIL OF A FROG

"There were two frogs.
Planned to enter a dwelling,
In quest of some eatables.

There was a big milk vessel,
In front of the rear door,
Of that sweet home.

The houseowner was waiting for,
The fermentation of the boiled milk,
Inside the vessel.

Both the frogs,
Being unaware of this,
Just jumped into the vessel.

The first one decided,
Its very arduous to escape,
And died without proper breathe.

But the second frog had the grit,
To fight against,
As far as possible.

By its frequent shake of the vessel,
Fermentation quickly happened,
And the butter floated on the vessel’s top.

The frog just sat on the butter,
Came to the vessel’s top,
And,atonce jumped out. "

By: R.AARTHIKA From India

Times of the Essence

noreply@blogger.com (ElitePublishings) — Fri, 29 Jan 2010 19:43:00 +0000

Time’s of the Essence

Concrete surroundings, completely entombed
Try to make it past, the impending doom

Nothing left but my thoughts
Time graciously given, not sought

Waiting for my freedom
Consuming the lack of wisdom

You’ve learned your lesson
Life’s not a simple session

It’s the price you pay
To sit in jail day after day

Think about your actions,
Your last main attractions

Or inmate for sure,
For now, but never more

Jail Poems
By: Gregory Smitheman

Also if you liked my creativeness check out my graphic design portfolio for some of my own awesome graphics designed in Photoshop.

THE JOURNEY OF LIFE

noreply@blogger.com (ElitePublishings) — Thu, 28 Jan 2010 07:00:00 +0000

THE JOURNEY OF LIFE

Once upon a time,I was alone on a train journey.
Initially,i felt tough.

But, i sang a song of my own,
To get rid of being alone,

With the aid of my ringtone!
Later,I got a friend,
To love till my end,
Who never allow my heart to bend,

Whom the God has sent !
Then only I realised,
The Journey of life.

It may be too short or long,
We may reach the destination,
Or meet with an accident
In between!

The most interesting journey,
In which,we don’t know,
What happens in the next moment,
Is nothing,but life!

Our money and property,
Wont come,till our destination!
Our eminent laptops and mobiles,

Works better,even without us!
Our beauty and pride,
Dies,even before us.

We must know the magic,
To love every moment,like a kid,
To adore,even the foe,
And to award a pleasingsmile,
For our hardships!

A TTR,

named”God”,
Has given us ticket,
Called “Birth”,
To travel in a train,
Named “Life”,
Only to love and dig every second.

But not to sit in a corner
At tuff times.
Rather,we must learn,
To smile at the trouble!

By: R.AARTHIKA From India

MY EXPECTATIONS

noreply@blogger.com (ElitePublishings) — Wed, 27 Jan 2010 07:00:00 +0000

MY EXPECTATIONS

It was my fault,
To expect my parents,
To bring me up in the way,
In which I love to live!

It was my blunder,
To expect my pets,
To play with me in the custom,
In which I prescribe them!

It was my mistake,
To expect my friends,
To share with me everything,

Which I do with them!
It was my flaw,
To expect my society,
To behave in an adjusting manner,
In which I am accustomed to!

But,now I decided,
To adjust with them all,
Not only to earn their love,
But also to know myself!

By: R.AARTHIKA From India

Long Road

noreply@blogger.com (ElitePublishings) — Tue, 26 Jan 2010 18:31:00 +0000

Long Road

Smell of freedom still in my mind
I’ll use this time to sit back & unwind

Certainly not visible what the future will hold
I know when I get out it’s sure to be cold

I missed my birthday & surely Halloween
But I’ll be home for the thanksgiving scene

It’s only September 12, some time to go
Use my time wisely, and got some writing to show

I talked to my mother, the first time in a while
She told me she missed me and that made me smile

Can’t wait to go to her & see new things
Have a mess of sodas and grub on some wings

Jail Poems
By: Gregory Smitheman

Also if you liked my creativeness check out my graphic design portfolio for some of my own awesome graphics designed in Photoshop.

QUEENS OF THE WORLD

noreply@blogger.com (ElitePublishings) — Mon, 25 Jan 2010 07:00:00 +0000

QUEENS OF THE WORLD

"You bloom with the sun's rays,
And looks very cute,
The bees feed on you,
As you are very sweet.

You then goes to the ,
Deep hairs of a lady.

But,you die in the eve,
As your colour and you too fade.

You cute flowers,
you were the queens of the world,
Who rules this world,
Just a day !!"

By: R.AARTHIKA From India

THORNY SPELL OF NATURE

noreply@blogger.com (ElitePublishings) — Sun, 24 Jan 2010 07:00:00 +0000

THORNY SPELL OF NATURE

What is this life?
Very fussy and hasty !

Human fails to splash-out,
With the astounding elegance of Nature !

What is this life ?
Very cruel and evil !

Human fails to lookafter ,
The Assets of the beloved Nature !

Alas..! Look at the destiny..!
Human are the devil ,
Who kills the Treasure of Nature,
Which gives Pleasure to them!

You Chirpy Nature,
I promise you,
I will make this Mankind,
Feel your fondness for them…!

By: R.AARTHIKA From India

Drizzling Rain

noreply@blogger.com (ElitePublishings) — Sat, 23 Jan 2010 07:00:00 +0000

DRIZZLING RAIN

Once on a Cloudy day ,
With the choppy thunder ,
And with the flashing Lightning ,

I saw you …I saw you….
Once on a Muddy day ,
With the sandy scent ,
And with the tapping windows ,

I felt you….I felt you….
But , On a Sunny day ,
With the prickly climate ,
And with the itching sweat ,

I missed you….I missed you….
YOU Drizzling Rain !
Whenever I feel alone,
You fell down here,
To cheer me up !

By: R.AARTHIKA From India

True Love

noreply@blogger.com (ElitePublishings) — Sat, 23 Jan 2010 04:28:00 +0000

TRUE LOVE

Love is like,
The air we breathe,
Can never be taken back !

Love is like,
The time that passes away,
The sweet-thing cannot happen again !

Love is like,
The mighty ocean,
Which gives lives to many !

Love is like,
The boundless blue sky,
The start and end cannot be ascertained !

Love is like,
Our Mother Nature,
Cares for us,with no perks in return !

By: R.AARTHIKA From India

Don't Worry

noreply@blogger.com (ElitePublishings) — Thu, 21 Jan 2010 07:00:00 +0000

DON'T WORRY

"When it portly rains,
Don't worry!

Your Friend is there,
To hold your umbrella...!

When its late in the night,
Don't worry!

Your Buddy is there,
To show you a torch-light...!

When trouble troubles you,
Don't worry!

Your Mate is there,
To trouble the trouble...!

When someone makes you cry,
Don't worry!

Your Pal is there,
To wipe your tears...!

When anyone deny to lend you an ear,
Don't worry!

Your Comrade is there,
To care and share...!

When "Death" approaches you,
Don't worry!

Your Ally is there,
To make it "dead"...! "

By: R.AARTHIKA From India

The Kingpin

noreply@blogger.com (ElitePublishings) — Wed, 20 Jan 2010 07:00:00 +0000

THE KINGPIN

Coming all to my golden ways,

Is your duty,

Not only in my kip-time,

But also in my day-time.

The golden sun rises daily,

But won't come at night.

You always be in the sky,

To save and protect me.

You Kind Moon !

Don't forget to come towards me,

In my kip-time.

By: R.AARTHIKA From India

I Can Recollect

noreply@blogger.com (ElitePublishings) — Tue, 19 Jan 2010 07:00:00 +0000

I CAN RECOLLECT

I can recollect,That miserable day,

When many had become the prey,

For the hungry tsunami waves !

On that early morning,

Instead of singing sweetly,

Many sparrows mourned,

To express their sorrow !

I too can recollect,

That tragic noon,

When the marvelous Mumbai,

Had become mournful Mumbai !

The passengers awaiting for their train,

In the Chatrapathi Railway station,

Had reached,

The permanent destination called,"Death" !

We cannot do anything,

With the former natural calamity,

We can only just,
Love and protect the nature !

"But,we can fight against,
The latter,cruel terrorism,
Which has no religion,
But,kills people of all region !"

By: R.AARTHIKA From India

MY LUSTY FRIEND

noreply@blogger.com (ElitePublishings) — Mon, 18 Jan 2010 07:00:00 +0000

MY LUSTY FRIEND

"When everyone discouraged me,
You discovered faith within me!

When everyone tortured me,
You showed a torch-light on my path!

When everyone back-stabbed me,
You stood as my backbone!

When everyone tested my ability,
You trained me accordingly!

When everyone knocked me down,
You guided me to achieve my goal!

Whenever I dreamt about “grave yard”,
You changed it as ” sculptures “ !

You Lusty Friend,
I can never face failure,
Till you are near! "

By: "R.AARTHIKA from INDIA"

Dark Side

noreply@blogger.com (ElitePublishings) — Sun, 17 Jan 2010 17:27:00 +0000

Dark Side

I hate the way you are, the way that you walk
Don’t need a reason to cut your tongue, prevent you to talk

I’m a mean mother you have no clue
I’ll bust up your mouth leave you barely to chew

You don’t know me, I’m not your friend.
My guns drawn, just around the bend

I’m the most feared foe of all
Break your knees, leave you to crawl

I’m the worst person to have around
I’ll cut off your fingers, let them lay on the ground

Just when you don’t expect anymore
I’ll slit you up, bleeding crimson on the floor

Don’t leave me a choice to mess with you
I’ll leave you in pain, and this is true

Dissect your brains, eat them like a cannibal
Can’t you see, I’m a ferocious animal

Take a minute before you judge
I’m the last person you’d want to nudge

I’ll come swinging back like a renegade
Just to cut you in half like a samurai blade.

Horror Poems
By: Gregory Smitheman

Also if you liked my creativeness check out my graphic design portfolio for some of my own awesome graphics designed in Photoshop.

VOICE OF THE FISHES

noreply@blogger.com (ElitePublishings) — Fri, 15 Jan 2010 07:00:00 +0000

VOICE OF THE FISHES

"Away from the polluted landscape,
Parallel to the eternal blue sky,
Inside the deep mighty ocean,
We started our lives !

Like that of mortal humans,
We don't have any caste or criteria.
We don't have any religion or region.
We don't have any battle for languages!

These mortals attacks the terrorists,
Who enters their country,
To abase the Nation,
Or to kidnap great Leaders !

But,we dont have,
Any rivolvers or riffles,
To kill these humans,
Who slay us down for bread !

There are many to weep,
For the death of humans,
But, who is there?
To weep for our frequent disaster !

We too have kith and kin,
Just like the mortal society,
Who are Bumped-off by them for research

Just for the sake of name and fame !
Hey, human society,
Please allow us to live,
With all our fellow species,
Giving the marine back to us !"

By: "R.AARTHIKA from INDIA"

Nothing Without You

noreply@blogger.com (ElitePublishings) — Thu, 14 Jan 2010 07:00:00 +0000

NOTHING WITHOUT YOU

My days without you,
Are passing clouds!

My nights without you,
Are demon’s skyscapes!

My dreams without you,
Are dusky evils!

My mind without you,
Is an anguish amnesia!

My life without you,
Is a devil’s paradise!

My ambition without you,
Is an impossible destination!

My age without you,
Is a miserable curse!

My friendship without you,
Is a sunken-ship!

On the whole,”me”without you,
Is “NOTHING”!"

By: "R.AARTHIKA from INDIA"