A Place My Own
There’s a place I knowWhere I can showMy five senses not too boldGood for teens and oldThis place I callNot work, not homeJust a simple place my ownA humble place my efforts thrownIf you like this placeShare it around...
Read MorePosted by mayleng | Dec 1, 2006 | I call it "Poetry" |
There’s a place I knowWhere I can showMy five senses not too boldGood for teens and oldThis place I callNot work, not homeJust a simple place my ownA humble place my efforts thrownIf you like this placeShare it around...
Read MorePosted by mayleng | Nov 20, 2006 | I call it "Poetry" |
I walked into the studio and saw many postings on the board. I was captivated with all the fine prints. I read each article with enthuthasim. If only we could apply all the wisdom in our daily engagements with children. What a...
Read MorePosted by mayleng | Nov 2, 2006 | I call it "Poetry" |
I will rememberwhen I first saw sparks in your eyesI will remember when you first held my hands under the shining moonlightI will rememberwhen you spoke sweet words to my earI will rememberwhen you ask me to share your life...
Read MorePosted by mayleng | Oct 30, 2006 | I call it "Poetry" |
This is dedicated to those who once lost in the war, called love.Waiting For Your CallIts a dark and lonely nightAs I sat by myselfListening to the radioMy one and only true friendI sat waitingWaiting for your callFor I miss all...
Read MorePosted by mayleng | Oct 26, 2006 | I call it "Poetry" |
Colourful ribbons tied in piggy tail style. Abruptly stopped by the tall 12 year old prefect to remove the colours off my hair. I snotted unpleasantly while removing the bands. A distant laughter was heard …Pretty much the...
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