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PUMPKIN PIE - poem by Mary Mapes Dodge

PUMPKIN  PIE by  Mary Mapes Dodge Through sun and shower the pumpkin grew,  When the days were long and the skies were blue. And it felt quite vain when its giant size  Was such that it carried away the prize At the County Fair, when the people came,  And it wore a ticket and bore a name. Alas for the pumpkin’s pride! One day  A boy and his mother took it away. It was pared and sliced and pounded and stewed,  And the way it was treated was hard and rude. It was sprinkled with sugar and seasoned with spice,  The boy and his mother pronounced it nice. It was served in a paste, it was baked and browned,  And at last on a pantry shelf was found. And on Thursday John, Mary, and Mabel  Will see it on aunty’s laden table. For the pumpkin grew ’neath a summer sky  Just to turn at Thanksgiving into pie!

MILES APART - by Terrence Narinesi

MILES APART by  Terrence  Narinesingh, Trinidad Tonight I don't feel the same In this empty room without you A lonely heart that remains Stops beating the way it used to. The wait flies by like lightning As time freezes her hands Meaning to life is missing And I am less of a man. Counting the days to your return Like an impatient schoolchild Though the world crashes and burns Is your heart still one with mine ?   Eyes run dry with bloody tears My soul wanders into nothingness Holding your picture here I paint your lips and reminisce.

WHISPER IN THE WIND - by Brooklyn Rachelle Miller

WHISPER  IN  THE  WIND  by  Brooklyn Rachelle Miller Whisper in the wind I call out your name, The days without you just aren't the same... Whisper in the wind I see your face, I'm longing to be in your embrace... Whisper in the wind I feel your stare, Reassuring me you'll always be there... Whisper in the wind I remember your smile, It's been in my heart for quite a while... Whisper in the wind our love is forever, And nothing could make these feelings sever...

INDIAN CULTURE IS THE BEST LIKE GOLD - by Mazid S. Kazi

INDIAN CULTURE IS THE BEST LIKE GOLD     by Mazid S Kazi, India Indian culture is the best like gold India hath need of cultured men, A gun or bomb may convert into a pen, Educated men have a royal hold, All women must be literate and bold, And all dress as per their religions, Way of living depends upon their regions, Old is gold as we have been told, And we all live with our fore – fathers! But we think as lucky and blessed, For humanity sake we help to others, As the citizens of India we are addressed, So as all the states are our brothers, In the golden words Indian culture is expressed.

'NAMASTE' - by Nishu Mathur

'NAMASTE' by  Nishu Mathur, India A heart that salutes and greets hands come together palms touch as in prayer and fingers meet Head lowered a slight bow with respect due a gesture that reads The spirit in me honours the spirit in you A welcome to the young  and old alike to a guest, a friend anyone who might walk your way a word when parting too.. when it's time to leave turn and bid adieu A simple word yet has much to say a word that wishes you well and hopes  you'll have a beautiful, blessed day

LIFE - by David Kimel

LIFE by David Kimel Life is a flight of stairs Spinning around in circle, Evolving, year after year, In spiral to other level, And a different stage, Like a Babylonian tower Rising to an ever-foggy top. On this spiral, My weak feet are climbing Steadily, tiredly, On the growing path, Pulling an already heavy, expandable, Load of memories, regrets And irremovable mistakes. Ahead, steamy clouds become Closer and inscrutable. Behind, insignificant creatures Swarm like ants, fast reeling On a Lilliputian stage I had the lead part.