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Dragons- the name alone sounds fantastical. Giant scaled beasts, wingspans blotting out the sun, ferocious fire-breathing creatures tearing us limb from limb without a second thought; creatures that surely, must be completely extinguished.
Gryphons- a name not as familiar, but still known....
Read and find out..what those black pearls are..
Poetry | Updated Jul 6, 2013 | Reads: 18 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 7
I love flowers, of all types, perfumes, hues, shapes, evern weeds have flowers.A little ditty to share one of my thoughts on them.
By Juli Monat
Sowing the seeds.
Poetry | Updated Mar 19, 2013 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I have discovered/discovering the seed of love The Lord has planted in each heart.May it grow to reach out fingers to all.
Fat on the wrong part of the body is a death sentence if it is on the right part, it is good. What?
By Spirit Of Freedom
This poem is inspired through learning from my environment. Mother nature in this case. She often shows me ways of living. Ways of surviving life. I am thankful being given life! I hope you recognise what a unique gift you are too :)
A comparison of the two.
Article | Updated Sep 25, 2012 | Reads: 18 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
walking home from class in the spring
Poetry | Updated Jul 13, 2012 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Naomi Folettia
When you open your eyes after a long winter you see that spring has returned again.
Neem tree from flowers to roots have medicinal value. More importantly, neem limbs are used by witch doctors to drive the demons out of people. Read this.
Elementary school kids learn to garden, pull their parents into the gardening too, succeeding with carrots before the school year ends - fun to watch. Success is a grand thing.
Plain oatmeal is boring but then add few wholesome foods to make it more nutritious and tasty and call it 'Oat Meal Pancholy.'
she covers it all the scars,
fake smiles and luaghs,
true hidden and missing,
face facing no emotion,
just to avoid all the commotion,
her makeup dying,
slowly arising no matter how hard she's trying,
it spurts out growing moments.
A master dreamsmith faces a mental block but finds inspiration in a competitor's work.
Short Story | Updated Dec 25, 2011 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0