Originally posted on elliekamran:


Be silent!

See how sun’s ray has meant!

On spring leaves, the glisten.

Don’t you see they talk, I listen?

In their hidden fashion, they grow;

As I am silent, they know!


Is it the silence of my heart,

Or is it the crowd that take no part?

Sun nourishes the leaves for their need.

It is spring, the leaves lead.

They grow in their hidden fashion.

Sun shines on them with passion

Russia, Krasnoyarsky Krai, National Park Ergaki

Listen to the silence of my heart;

Or the silence of crowd who take no part!

In this lush moment of spring,

I repeat the last words I did sing!

Words were told about love,

Now they fly out like a dove.

And in the silence of my heart,

Sun shows the spring leaves, its art!! …


E. K.


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In my abscence

In the darkness of night

They build a wall

A wall made of stone and mud

A wall made of stone and hatred!

Everyday the wall got taller

The workers with their dirty hands

And torn clothes

Wrote WORDS on the wall

Drew THINGS on the wall

Things which were in their thoughts

And when I returned to the dead end wall,

I saw nothing but hate!! …


E. K.


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All doors shatter;

Locked in, all souls batter.

Drowning in a flooding plight,

Not finding a way out of this fright.

Would I hear the voice used to inspire?

The voice that said, “You won’t expire!”


Now I am at s standstill;

Not knowing even my own will.

How can I kill this awful pain,

Or forget you forever, so I remain?

The only object in this dreadful room

Are mirrors, broken, they loom!

broken mirror chaos deities death

Is it to late to leave or run,

When the door turned and spun?

It was you, who busted the door;

And killed me within so I couldn’t soar!! …






Such a creative way to describe Hilary Clinton. I loved it.

Originally posted on "A Curious Mind":

Hillary Liagra

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Originally posted on elliekamran:


… Adrift in seas of loneliness and hurt,

Her coat of armor shone like a flame.

As she glided through the maze of nameless.

Inquiring faces, body feeling bare.

Emerging out of smoky shadows,

He approached with words of admiration,

Unmercifully chipping grooves in her;

Steely flesh with every declaration…


… Intense and knowing eyes invaded her soul,

Acknowledging the beauty dwelling within!

His gentle hands, outstretched and pleading,

Were taken gratefully to hungry skin.

A melted pool of misery lay drowned;

Where she had finally lost and and found!! …


E. K.


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… A crystallized limb hangs low on a barren tree;

Yet the moonlight reflects a glow of beauty.

The ever present wind now becomes the enemy.

The limb cries of itself seems unjust.

How can one so fragile withstand such opposition?


… I must hold on to hope,

For the darkness will pass;

And the morning sun will provide me strength.

Be patient and the clouds will make way to a new tomorrow.

The limb continues to sway,

Only now notices the warmth of its enemy.

Its weight has lessened, its spirit never broke;

And the limb hangs high again

Against the sunlight,

Reflecting a glow of beauty!! …





Originally posted on Ellie Belfiglio:


… Must I walk with aimless feet,

Remain unknown to all I meet…?

Is there no place in this land,

When I can touch another hand…?

… Thoughts dreams and ideas, all sublime,

Tip- toe, yet my unresisting mind!

Like nuns with little candles,

Hearing blue and aching tracts of brain- Sparks…

With their rough, unfinished sandals…


… I am all the poets and musicians,

To whom no one ever stops and listens…

Am a multitude of balladeers,

Singing songs that no one hears…

I’m an artist’s subtle charcoal line,

Destroyed by an unperceptive time…

… But still I walk with aimless feet…

Remain unknown to all I meet!

For there is no place within this land,

Where I can touch another hand!! …



The pictures can be found in bing.com…

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