The values I try to live by, and which I look for in others, are HONESTY, RESPECT, FAIRNESS, KINDNESS, GENEROSITY, COMPASSION, and perhaps most of all FIDELITY.The Hindu name Kavyansh means Intelligent and Born with PoetryThose blessed with name Kavyansh are people of true faith and if they believe in something it can be achieved without difficulty. Two of their major characteristics are their ability to comprehend people and the effortless way they can communicate their thoughts to everyone. They possess nobility of soul and a greatness of heart that aches for every poor person, and they find abiding comfort in charitable actions. They are deeply spiritual and idealistic, even visionary, and spend much time in meditation. Commonly very brilliant people they have a high potential and show qualities of courage and self belief. However they suffer from an obsessive striving for perfection and an excessive expectation of themselves. They are naturally inquisitive which motivates them to try to get to the bottom of everything, and they are capable of probing deep into inner selves to discover new things in their character. They are often blessed with considerable good looks which make them attractive to others. They have the ability to be an inspirational leader and their idealism gives strength to others. They are very honest by nature and attracted to honesty in others. They are highly creativity and a sense of artistry is in their blood. They love nature and environment. All these qualities make them a whole person and invaluable members of society.
After considered reflection I have pruned the number of my stories on StoriesSpace from 74 down to the 27 that I think are worth reading again. I have included my only Recommended Read, so obviously my judgement is less discriminating than the moderators, although of course I am biased. I have also included the poem I entered in the recent Dirty Martini competition, but I intend to post a revised version at some future date that replaces all the awkward phrases that were included solely because of the conditions of the competition.There are 16 poems and 11 stories, most of which have received fewer than 5 votes, although the average score is 5 for all 27. As Halloween is approaching I have included my only Gothic romance “Blood of a Lamb”. The other significant event this autumn is the 100th anniversary of the Armistice that brought the carnage of the First World War to an end, and I have included my only war poem “A Soldier’s Memory”.In July 2017 I published the first part of a fairy tale, but my inspiration ran out and I have never completed it. If and when I do manage to write a concluding chapter I will restore the hidden section, although I will probably take the opportunity to revise it.I apologise to anyone who favourited any of the stories or poems that are now hidden, but I must ask that my decisions are respected. In the first flush of excitement when a story or poem is completed it is easy for the author to believe that it is better than it appears to be after the passage of time permits a more considered assessment. This is true of much that I have written, nearly two thirds in fact. A satisfaction rate of one in three isn’t too bad I suppose.
https://by KindofFool is one - more to follow You are very kind Elizabeth but I’m afraid that this link does not lead anywhere except the void. Thank you all the same.
Today I am grateful for my wonderful family who will give my beautiful 42 year old daughter all the love and support she need over the next weeks and months.She had a large growth surgically removed from her anus ten days ago, and has learnt today that she has stage 2 anal squamous cell carcinoma. She will he sent for CT, PET and MRI scans to determine whether it has spread to her lymph nodes, hopefully fairly soon, and after that will start a combined course of chemotherapy and radiotherapy. We are fortunate that we live in Manchester with one of the two specialist cancer treatment hospitals in the UK, and that under the NHS the treatment will be free.
Soul music elevates the spirit
A Historical Fiction genre would make even more sense here than on the other site, and I believe it would be well supported by many of our writers. Four of my stories would already fit the category better than the General genre which was the only place to put them.Could I also humbly suggest that the Poetry category is too broad and could easily be divided between short poems, romantic poems, and narrative poems. Just a thought.
The ability to fly and soar above the earth.Fame or money
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“Are you coming,” she said, with that look in her eye, That bewitching look that could melt the coldest heart, And in that instant I became her willing slave Forever condemned to do her every bidding. “Are you coming,” she said, with a tilt of her head And turned towards the open doors to the garden, Leaving me in confusion, should I follow Or stay, and forever know the pain of...
Added 04 Oct 2018 | Category Poetry | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 87 | 5 Comments
The moment I saw her that autumn afternoon, I knew that I just had to have her. Sitting quietly in the shadows of the empty library, lit only by the lambent warmth of the reading lamp over the desk, her demure beauty ignited a fire in my soul that had been dormant for many centuries, and I knew that I must take her life force and make it my own. ooOoo I was born long before the present day in...
Added 02 Sep 2016 | Category Romance | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 317 | 1 Comment
He lay stretched out on the narrow iron framed bed Idly staring at the cracked and blotchy ceiling, Its surface resembling a map of no man's land, A senseless wilderness of craters and barbed wire. Unthinking, his mind was empty of all feeling Other than a sense of utter futility, A weariness that had seeped into his marrow Like the water bleeding from the walls of the trench Whose...
Added 30 Oct 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 870 | 7 Comments
We first met entirely by accident On a lovely bright sunny day in Spring, It was the first of May as I recall; Even now I remember it clearly, Although almost four decades have passed by. Strolling along the Boulevard Haussmann, Just outside the Magasin au Printemps. I wasn't looking where I was going, Daydreaming as usual, distracted By the pretty girls selling their bunches Of lily of...
Added 29 Jan 2017 | Category Poetry | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 311 | 3 Comments
Paris … ah Paris … he had been in love with the city since that magical day in April fifty five years before when he had stepped off the train at the Gare du Nord and walked out of the station into the bustle of the busy streets of the capital. He was a country born and had lived all his life on his father’s farm and his mother had decided that now he was fifteen it was time he saw something...
Added 15 Jan 2018 | Category General | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 263 | 3 Comments
In the grim back alleys of the city, Mean streets devoid of all signs of pity, Amid the piles of decaying refuse And slimy pools of darkly noxious ooze, Frequented only by the scuttling rats And noisome tribes of scabby feral cats; Here, slumped in doorways, human flotsam lies, Just filthy piles of rags crawling with flies. In such surroundings, one would not expect To find evidence of...
Added 24 Mar 2017 | Category Poetry | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 364 | 3 Comments
The rains came early that September Falling from a brooding leaden sky, After months of unending sunshine When all colour drained from fields and leaves, And small lakes and reservoirs dried up, Baked earth like concrete all that remained. The relentless downpour turned the earth To a sea of mud, mud everywhere, Getting into homes, soiling carpets And staining floors; and cold...
Added 01 Sep 2018 | Category Poetry | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 119 | 5 Comments
Hello, I'm Saffie and I'm just eight years old. I hope you'll forgive me if I don't make much sense, But I'm a bit confused just at this moment And I don't quite understand what's going on. Mum and Dad had promised me something special, A really nice treat for my birthday present, And I jumped for joy when they told me the news About the tickets for the Ariana gig. We got a train from Preston...
Added 27 May 2017 | Category Poetry | Votes 10 | Avg Score 5 | Views 441 | 9 Comments
Barely visible in the inky gloom, The cold bodies of the young lovers lay, Just a glimmer of pale flesh in the dark, The watery fastness their woeful tomb. Unmoved by the sun’s warming ray, Never again would they rise with the lark And in the meadows laugh and play Like innocent children out of school, Or lie on shady banks beside the brook On hazy afternoons where the air was cool Happily...
Added 14 Aug 2017 | Category Poetry | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 189 | 2 Comments
In hindsight, there was an inevitability To the tragedy that unfolded that day, And no doubt that responsibility lay, With the magnate’s conceited pride, In proposing a match of such unsuitability Just to restore the company’s image, Regardless of the feelings of the bride. Despite his own family’s humble lineage As a child, she had been strictly forbidden To associate with the grubby...
Added 15 Aug 2017 | Category Poetry | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 279 | 1 Comment
Each night beneath the kindly moon’s soft radiance We make again that joyful connection of love Vulnerable in our emotional nakedness As we bare the most profound feelings of our hearts All too soon the hour of parting is upon us Catching us unaware in our communion The whistle of the passing train is the sad signal That we must reluctantly say goodnight, sweet dreams Come away with me on...
Added 20 Apr 2017 | Category Poetry | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 452 | 6 Comments
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