I. As I gazed....her countenance changed with her mind As she plann’d how to thrall me with beauty, and bind My soul to her charms, and her long tresses play’d From shade into shine and from shine into shade, Like a day in mid autumn, first fair, o how fair! With long snaky locks of the adder – black hair That clung round her neck……………  - Thomas Hood.  “Father, father, father, quickly, there’s an English officer at the do...

It’s in my veins flowingMusic got me in tuneSo does loveIt got me on my kneesShiveringIt gives me the chillsAs if it was poetry to my soulI can’t but not think about loveIt bores a hole deepAnd you kept boringLike a drill in a wallYou found my weak spotNow the world knowsThat you got me like a puppet on a stringWhen you share your lips andIt’s close to mineIn an archAnd when our bodies are embedded and succumbedBy sexual...

A rose is just a flower That’s how it seems When it blooms Its beauty It signifies Life, love and eternity If you just think it has a rose Then that’s what it will be But when you see the beauty And you make it yours Oh, how magnificent it can be When you talk about roses You talk about love A rose express your heart desires I am like a rose in your garden With beauty you see It blossoms with the most notorious colours It...

Finding Home It was October 1968, (according to the Gregorian calendar) Claire sat on the edge of her bed preparing to write a letter to her parents in England. She ran her fingers through her newly cropped brown hair thinking. Her room made of plywood with a wooden frame was part of a series of huts with wooden verandas where the international volunteers were housed, built round a central courtyard, a long way down the h...

The elderly woman over the road was painting her front door green. I thought it a bit stupid as it was trying to rain. But I admired her determination and obvious optimism that the rain wouldn’t come to much. She had carefully placed an old sheet on the pavement to protect it and had precariously perched a mug with a hot drink in it on the windowsill. She was known to the neighbours as a bit of a firebrand. ‘Never cross M...

Fly Free Copyright Don Abdul ©2011 ~o~ Eyes cast on the distant horizon Watching the setting of the sun Bottle of vintage left uncorked Two glasses left unfilled I savor the beauty of the day at an end With a sour taste in the mouth of my mind I grieve not, the passing of a loved one Neither do I regret the loss of time wasted I would rather you know my intent though I seek not to cage your beautiful mind No, captivity is...

The claim to fame for Texas may not be haunted history. The roads stretch on for miles, inspiring minds to conjure up ghostly sights on any given night. Pilar Lopez was on such a road traveling to her new home, but her mind was not visited by grisly images, at least none imaginary.  Sighing, Pilar tapped the steering wheel and willed her mind to focus on the road ahead. Both literally and for her own unsure future. The ic...

‘Is this seat taken?’ asked a quietly spoken man whom Veronica had never seen before. She shook her head, ‘no, go ahead’. The elderly man took his seat and placed a shopping bag between his feet. His hands unfolded a newspaper in front of him as the train began to pull out of the station. He then began to ingest the day’s news. Veronica looked at the Paper’s headline from the corner of her eye. It read ‘Missing Girl found...

“We’ve been here before,” said a voice Mary was sure she recognised. Mary struggled to call out to them. Her mouth, dried and cracked from two days of wandering in the desert with no water, only let out a whimper, too soft for others to hear. Catherine! she screamed in her head; but she only let out a sound like a sheep’s bleat. She had thought she had been abandoned in the harshness of the desert. Her body was not proper...

You need not know my age, my name and you need not know where I come from. You should, however, be familiar with my brief account. The briefest would read; I fell in love. However, that would not express wholly the intense passion which I fell captive to in the year of ‘99. In a charming café, miles away from home, I effortlessly recall each moment I spent with Dakota Roe. Not one wasted. I can confess that I cling cautio...

The snow continuously falls as I walk through the forest. True, it is dark, but I’ve always loved the darkness. The silence that surrounds it, the mystery it gives. Silently I tread through the well beaten path, indulging myself to the momentary peace it gives. I’ve always, always, walked through this path to go to a mystical lake known only to me. A lake that never freezes, a lake filled with beauty. As I reached its ban...

I am broken. But that's okay, I got over it a long time ago. Some times I even wonder if I was born this way, and then I remember, I wasn't fully smashed to pieces until about a year ago. But it's getting better and I'm moving on. Only there's a big dark cloud hovering over me, and it's like no matter how hard the wind blows it won't go away. And I haven't seen the sun in the longest time, I'm beginning to wonder if it's...

Chapter Four: Well isn't this just peachy? I stared at Daniel Whytikker on the doorstep, then tilted my head to the side in curiosity. "Why not? He's been missing for over a year, and if he didn't run away, wouldn't he have turned up by now?" The boy nodded firmly. "That's right, and thats why I know he didn't run away. We're very close, closer than anyone else in our dysfunctional family, so I know him better than anyone...

And so it happened one day, that my heart led me astray. I fell into the pools of darkness, and discovered how I missed the light of the day.And there from the darkness I looked above, to see the 'ONE' lost in thought,for he was wondering what to do,with foolish me wandering about.And it was then that he stooped low, to my surprise, saluted me and gave me a bow.Said he never saw something like me, that made him sway betwe...

Part 2 picks up the story directly ehere Part 1 ended.Afternoon came and with it a gentle breeze. As they drove, the cloudless sky looked to Josef bluer than he could ever remember seeing it. As their Daimler passed by, the trees that lined the roadway seemed almost to bow to them, each offering its shade and inviting them to stop. The rolling hills too seemed somehow more welcoming while the blooms grew in greater profus...