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Monsoons 2015 (Page 2)Monsoons 2015 (Page 2)Monsoons 2015 (Page 2) by Michel-le-fou
Monsoon nights mean more than rain
To me and the woman I love
We sit and listen to it fall all night
Like tears from those high above
But lightning illuminates a small, sweet face
And it adds light to her eyes.
When the power is cut by the storm,
We lie close together, and we wait.
The light may come on after one hour or two;
So, we relax and enjoy till late.
When the storm abates, what remains
Are her smile and delightful sighs.
Electric power is not so sure any more;
But our love never dies.
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Exhibit of the Exalted II (Verse ABC) Exhibit of the Exalted II
The Universal Linguists, by David Nicholas
AC/DC, the rock n’ roll Hall of Fame locals
The true triple threat with guitars, drums and vocals
Took a Long Way To The Top, through the Highway to Hell
For those about to rock, these guys truly excel.
Big Sean, he rapped for Kanye one fateful meet
Signed to the label, bleeding platinum at his feet
Opinion’s split though; he’s either in his own class
Or his songs are ad nauseams of “ASS ASS ASS”.
Chuck Berry, the pioneer for rock’s sound and stance
This duck-walk dynamo who left us entranced
His gifted style will literally transcend the stars
Yet he tours to this day, him and his guitars.
Drake, from Degrassi to delight, he won the lotto
Crafting golds and platinum; coining a motto
“YOLO” became the go to live it up, fo’ sho’
Shame it was corrupted by fake “playas”, though.
Eminem, a childhood cursed created a monster
Gifted with rapi
I'll Never Forget My Friends (ABC)...I’ll Never Forget My Friends, by David Nicholas...
A half-decade has passed since you left us crying
Bound for the Great Kennel; the tears are still drying
Called you Prince & Duke, doting you since we met
During our days together, you proved more than pets
Each day breathed memories borne from the special bond
Forged from the whitest-hot fires of places beyond
Gave me your time, when I sat unwanted and alone
Helped me to laugh, when gloom was all I’d known
In you both I found solace, comfort and good times
Jumping eagerly on beds at the flip of some dimes
Kitchen experts with bated breath & hawk-eyed sight
Loving Mum’s cooking, ‘specially on pasta night
Mauling the water spray, in summers since set
Never needing an excuse to get soaking wet
Often joined me to watch the great idiot box
Prepped on my lap, as the shows turned to pox
Quite the lookers, as the photos have since made clear
Reaching into our hearts with your looks so sincere
Span around in c
Art is not about subject, but perception. It can be interpreted as anything by any individual, but a strong artist has the ability to relay his perception to others better than anyone else. His vision exists not within characters or events, but in his very soul. It is through the soul by which all art is given meaning. Unfortunately, such a thing does not exist in any tangible medium, and any attempts to replicate it are inherently flawed. People who are less able to communicate, or at least less willing to do so, often become frustrated with this intangibility, and as a consequence grasp to any physical manifestations they can find and pretend that they are the true Gospel. Their observations are surface deep only, and their judgment is crippled by their own lack of sight. Ultimately, the true Gospel resides in the soul, and the word of God is silent but echoes through our perceptions.
They flew in every direction,
like stars in an expanding universe.
The stars collecting on my windshield,
as my headlights sparkled off each of them.
Beyond the corner,
in a glowing patch of fog,
two headlights shined out,
and scattered across the skies.
I turned my head slightly,
as a bright light caught my face,
and a brilliant radiation came to me,
as my shadow burned into the seat behind me.
The lights passed my car,
and the world dimmed again.
I have to travel more in darkness,
with only the snowflakes for company.
I have been writing since secondary school where I began to receive recognition for my fiction as class assignments. In university I was a section editor for the school newspaper and continued writing stories and poetry as well as news articles and editorials. I received several awards. I received my Bachelor of Arts in English Literature from a good university and went abroad, to teach ESL to support my interests, [Writers never earn enough by writing!] I earned good pay and recognition for my skill in teaching too. Recently, I edited and wrote several dissertations. The students I wrote for passed viva voce and got degrees. |
My principle genres of fiction are horror and science fiction. Conditions do not warrant me to write long stories like before, but I can manage 10 pages.
Current Residence: Thailand
deviantWEAR sizing preference: xl
Favourite genre of music: rock and jazz
Favourite style of art: surrealism
Operating System: Windows 7
MP3 player of choice: For the past 6 months I switched to iTunes
iFovourite cartoon character: Bugs Bunny, doc!
Personal Quote: We do with our dreams and our imagination what is impossible to do in real life