Wild berries were everywhere and butterflies danced
Dew glimmers, like the sun.

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That day is nearer!
When the door for seeking forgiveness would
Be closed…

That day is nearer!
When the verses of Quran for guidance would
Be removed…

That day is nearer!
When the sun would be ordered to come closer
Toward the Earth

By: Rana Rimsha Ramzan
15 years old….

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And took one off to rest.

He blessed it with some solar rays,

To warm the first bird’s nest.

God chose to give the world He made

To man, made from the grounds;

With just one rule: Don’t eat that fruit

From one tree out of bounds.

The man and woman broke the rules,

And poisoned paradise;

And had to work the land with tools,

Which made life not as nice.

Through centuries, the populations

Would break God’s every law,

And then complain of tribulations;

Blaming God, what’s more.

God could have left us to our fates,

Cut off from His good will.

Instead, adopting human traits,

He took a bitter pill.

Born in the world as Jesus Christ,

He lived without a flaw;

Then died, with pain, to pay the price

For all past sins and more.

This leaves us with a choice to make;

But we need to respond.

Do we accept God’s gift, and take

His ticket to beyond?

God’s help on earth, and heaven too

Are all part of the prize

We’ll win, if we let God come through,

To open all our eyes.

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Here we are in this earth, counting our last sins,
Counting the last miseries, last hopes, last moments
Last lives to live with, for whom the soul laments (afterwards).

And when you go, let your breath rest
Let it take a sigh of relief, the last sigh of relief
For the breath was your best friend, it has to live.

Your breath will freeze, turning into hailstones,
Your pains will have its fatal clones,
Your body will burn in them and you all will turn into stones.

My words are not just mere words,
They are like swords, sharp, bloody swords,
Now cry and get ready to suffer in herds.

-Debojyoti Sanyal

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So, who is this babe?
This iconic beauty?
He’s a video-game prince,
Sonic Hedgehog by name.

He leads a heavenly life,
Desired and lusted by millions,
You would have guessed it,
Since he is perfection.

Is it Sonic’s fault he makes humans look like pigs?
Or his fault he’s sexy and hot?
So love and respect him for who he is,
Don’t bash him for the things he’s got!

Is it Sonic’s fault his pixel consistency keeps him forever alive?
Or his fault in a couple of years all your organs will die?
His beauty will never fade when you’ll be old and ugly,
3D models never degrade, such is the big mistery.

If you see him at Station Square,
hold him a crown, buy him jewels,
Let’s not be afraid of the words,
He is a king, it’ll suit him well.

Saving the world, running so fast,
Defeating Eggman too,
starring in games, causing orgasm,
Is there something Sonic can’t do?

He is this gem that blessed earth,
Beautiful, perfect, divine,
Somewhat flawless even from birth,
As prototype from Sega line.

Sonic’s legend started in the past,
god’s beauty poured into a dreamcast,
could his charm be so wild and pure,
as the day you saw him in Sonic adventure?

His emerald eyes shine so bright,
He dazzles you, don’t deny it,
And his smile lights up the night,
try to survive the fainting fit.

Always looking wonderful,
He’s the prettiest thing you’ll ever see,
Just look into his eyes, there’s nothing more beautiful.
and he’s the greatest character there will ever be.

Plus, there’s so much more to him than being an idol,
He’s grand, strong and smart,
Just admire all of him as a whole,
His allure is a true work of art.

I proposed him,
even two times,
then he said yes,
now he is mine.

This is something you can’t withstand,
evidently, I understand,
You are gnawed by jealousy,
Just because he is my husband.

Oh Sonic, I love you with all of my heart!
I adore and worship you!
I’m proud to be your humble, devoted wife,
And I’ll always be loyal and true.

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 Trees decked out in Joseph’s coat

Reds, yellows, orange, rust, green

And every hue in between.

 Leaves dancing and fluttering in the wind

 Drop to earth

In a dizzy spin.

This wonderful display

Is short lived.

Winters winds will soon move in,

 Earth takes on a

Different glow

With the arrival of first white snow.

Bundle up and brave the cold

Use both hands

Your hat to hold.

Quickly scurry to where

You’re going

Because the winds are

Coldly blowing.

Hurry home where the fire glows.

It will toast your frozen toes.

Have yourself a nice

Hot toddy

It will quickly

Warm your body.

Slip off your shoes

Turn the TV on

 Watch the news.

Sleepily walk up the stairs

For your nightly snooze.

Say your prayers

 jump into bed.

Let the winds howl

And scream

While you enjoy

 Some pleasant dream.

Thomas Fenning

10/22/04

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Fantasize

Let your thoughts go wild

Bring back your memories,

Your thoughts as a child.

Ride the range on a bucking bronc’

Drive a race car at Daytona Park.

Climb snow covered mount Kilimanjaro.

Fly high aloft in a gas filled balloon

Going higher and higher almost touching the moon.

Sail the seas in a four mast schooner

Circling the earth, catching large tuna.

Ride a motorcycle, jump over high dunes

Hearing the motor moaning zoom zoom.

These are the pleasures of youth

Before growing older

And

Discovering the truth.

Tom Fenning Friday,

July 17, 2009

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