Today, on Valentine’s Day,
I remember bespectacled Alf from Montego Bay
Who started with eight for a hundred and four,
And with his twin Sonny got many more;

As that 50’s summer grew,
Their flight and guile blossomed anew,
And Hutton hemmed and Yardley hawed,
And Sheppard exchanged Lord’s for Lord!

And still they probed, thick and thin,
And had the world immersed in spin,
Aah! Those little friends of mine,
Ramadhin and Valentine.

Winnie: That's very nice and it is good.

JMDLOVESME: Ok Andre will look forward to them.

I have some poems on my mind... I will post them soon...

Dolittle: Thanks!

瀬人様: In what way, may I ask?

Brainking is no #1
Reasonable rules are put in place
Always use positive language
Inside all age fellowsips
Never cheat on a game
Kings of the sight are fencer and liquid
I like to go on all day long
No other site is quite the same
Gamers no this sight is the best

Ruling sight is brainking.com
Underneath are all the other sites
Lovely members are always here
Everlasting fun and excitement
So thats why Brainkings no #1

Haridaspal: You remind me of that greek poet, Simonidas (I think that's how his nam'es spelled).

Haridaspal:

rednaz23: Too busy with games i guess.

With age my memory hems and haws,
My past is no longer what it was!

We laugh and play,
All through the day.
No one has said,
a word for weeks...

Foxy Lady: Same to you, Foxy! :-)

Rose: Thank you

Foxy Lady: basically it means " and you and the whole world also"

瀬人様: Could you translate your message in English please.

Thanks

Foxy Lady: :) A toi et a tout le monde aussi!

May 2007 be a good one for you.

瀬人様: Could you please explain what you mean by "And quit the Kitch"?

Foxy Lady: You should read 'Stop Night' (ליל חניה) by Natan Alterman (נתן אלתרמן). And quit the Kitch.

Foxy Lady:

As Christmas falls near,
With the stars shining bright
A young soldier keeps walking...
First left, then right.
�
He's serving his country
With a heart full of pride
On foreign land he's fighting
And this Christmas he'll reside.
�
In good times and bad
He'll always stand tall
He shows his best
And gives it his all.
�
Like so many others
�He's there for a cause,
And as a true soldier,
Never will he pause.
�
He's tried and true
And tempered like steel
Born of American spirit;
Born with American will.
�
Without his sacrifice
�The cause would be lost
But the soldier carries onward
�No matter the cost.
�
So I'll look to him with honor
�And thankful with prayers.
For the freedom I have
�Is because this soldier cares.
�
Though it's now Christmas
And he's not here with me
His safe return I pray for
To the Land of the Free.
�
"Author"
Ruth Ann Mahaffey
�
Posted with permission of the author
�

�
�

Stardust:

There's a stillness in the air tonight
A silence that can make you deaf
No wind blowing through the trees
No flies buzzing around the reef

The moon casts out an eerie glow
that beckons Time to move
But there's a stillness in the air tonight
And the waves won't reach the cove

The hummingbird won't flap her wings
She's poised above the shore
The night owl won't make a sound
The dogs will bark no more

A stillness in my heart tonight
The realization's true
Alone I'll stumble though this life
That's all there is ... I'm through

A friend sent this site to me and i'd like to share it with you.My favorite are many but mostly Letter From Heaven.
http://ruthann1.com/
Please do not post Ruth's poems without her permission.

Thank You

Haridaspal: Well... besides the spelling, there is one other huge difference...

瀬人様: The only difference between a theist and atheist is the space between 'a' and 't'!

Foxy Lady: Ah! It makes me want to stop being an atheist...

Grant me strength, Dear Lord, I pray.Control my life, don't let me stray.
When I feel angered, help me see,
That I can place my trust in Thee.
�
When I feel I'm sinking low,
Hold me, Lord, don't let go.
Don't let Satan have his way,
For I know he'd lead me astray.
�
Make me strong when I feel weak,
Let my ears listen when You speak.
Let not my faith diminish in Thee,
But save my soul and set me free.
�
Forgive me when I start to doubt
What faith and trust are all about.
Hold me Lord, in the darkest night,
Take away my fear and fright.
�
May Your voice be one, I always hear,
Saying to me, "I'm always near".
"I'll walk with you and guide you well,
But you My child, must not rebel". �
Lord, I love you, forgive my fears,
Please dry my eyes from all these tears.
May I always place my trust in You,
Remembering, Lord, You've always been true.
~Author~
Ruth Ann Mahaffey
�Copyright 2002
�
�
�
Used with permission from the author.
�

rednaz23: Thanks,just in a silly holiday mood lol

Stardust: I wanted to let you know that is quite a good 'post black Friday' poem. Very nice.

One day I went shopping
I had so much to buy
Christmas was fast approaching
and it made me want to cry

These tears of happiness I shed
had but to run their course
For soon I realized my friends
outnumbered the money in my purse

This board is currently looking for a new moderator. If you have an interest send me a note to let me now.

Thanks

Haridaspal: I wish it could be solved somehow. I like the Bengali letters.

Fencer: Yeah, well, you see, I'm 'internetically' challenged!

Haridaspal: You still cannot? Not even with Firefox 2.0?

rednaz23: Fencer had already approached me about a year ago, but I couldn't handle the font.

Haridaspal: Bengali is one of the largest spoken languages that is not on BrainKing. Have you considered talking to Fencer about translating for him? I believe he offers deals to translators... Do you happen to know Hindi too?

瀬人様: I am 47. I mostly write nonsense verse and prose in Bengali, I have 2 published books (1991 & 2002). Nowadays I'm trying it out in English. You can try my blog http://harisabha.blogspot.com/
and also try the 'Ramblings' & 'Baba Leh-Tsi Bam' links therein.

Haridaspal: Very nice! Say, how old are you? in what languages do you usually write?

Every time I get insulted in a tea party,
I can seldom come up with a repartee.
It’s only after partaking a joint
That I remember the rejoinder, to the point.

Whenever I write poems, in verses,
My rhymes evoke colourful curses.
And then I have a smoke and lines flow;
My poems are joint efforts, really so.

When suddenly I find myself in trouble
Like when the cement won’t mix with the rubble;
I retire, and have a deep toke.
Problems? What problems? It’s a joke!

When I sit and strum my guitar
And my fingers can’t e’en hold a bar,
I go to the toilet for a puff –
Lo! I’m Clapton or Page, in a huff!

And then, when I am stuck at work,
When designs don’t meander, they jerk,
I simply roll and light up a reef –
And suddenly the plans meet the brief.

But when a deadline’s gotta be met
And I realise I’m bound to be late,
To get inspiration, I get blown.
Alas! By then the client has flown!

Haridaspal: Thank you!

瀬人様: Got it! (From a friend in San Jose, CA - this internet stuff is quite something!) This is how it goes (or so I'm told):

Chori chori hum gori se pyar karenge...

Chori chori - secretly; hum - I or me; gori se - with a fair maiden; pyar - love; karenge - will make. I'm sure you get the sense. (If you ask me, its all nonsense, anyway!)

瀬人様: Now you've got me completely stumped! My Hindi is poor and my knowledge of (modern) Bollywood songs even poorer! "Chori' means 'theft', but what on earth is 'hangorise hyangaringe'? I'll try to find out and let you know.

GOING TO THE MOON?

Recently read in the papers that soon
ISRO scientists are planning to send someone to the moon.
For that purpose they are trying to build a rocket;
And asking the government to take the country and hock it.

You see, they have presented a multi-crore budget
Though I dare say they're soon going to fudge it
And the expenses shall increase again and again.
"Unforeseen necessities" is the usual refrain.

So, the poor shan't be fed, the ill shan't be treated,
The infra-structure shall remain completely depleted;
No one's thinking of the common man in RK Laxman's cartoon.
And all this just to go to the moon!

Well, they can easily save much pain and a whole lot of money
If you send them to me, honey.
I'll simply roll them a Manali, stiffy,
And they will reach the moon, Mars, Venus or for that matter anywhere in the blasted universe in a jiffy.

[NB. ISRO = Indian Space Research Organisation]

The Heavenly Damsel and the Red Rose

The Heavenly damsel descends to the earth
To once again join her love.
Her coming is signaled from miles away
By the cry of the dove.
Countless riders have ridden their steeds
After giving a red rose to their wives.
Most of them have yet to return
The rest have already lost their lives.
As horrible massacres still proceed
The Heavenly Damsel looks forth as she steps.
The Rose, which she holds tight between her velvet fingers
Goes deep into her heart, reaching its depths.
Commanders yell to enforce the spirits
Of the men who are willing to die for a king.
Such a great deal of them have lost
The ability to once again sing.
Dark clouds cloud all the bright sun rays
And rain washes all tears and blood.
Bravest hearts and noblest steeds
Have all descended to plain filth and mud.
The Heavenly Damsel still has no fear
Her Eyes still remaining on her goal.
But once she reaches her destination
All her hopes burn like charcoal.
The rain is gone like all dark clouds
But all the battlefield has turned red.
And in the sea of soldiers’ corpses
She finds her beloved husband dead.
Then tears burst out of her two eyes
And she places the Red Rose on his chest.
‘Alas,’ she says, ‘‘tis my last tribute,
I hope now you may finally rest.’

Perhaps this is just another one
Of God’s tests?

Haridaspal: Heh, I can write darker, but I write in Hebrew, and it's NOT funny.