tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62398386232020319212011-07-30T12:54:41.704-07:00I ain't got a purpose I ain't got a cause I make words dance No rules no laws!Umer Saleemnoreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239838623202031921.post-53228886379226177702009-09-18T08:54:00.000-07:002009-09-18T09:02:18.075-07:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Here it stands; </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Among the little trees... </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;">grows much fast.. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;">But with not much ease. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;">The heat it bears </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;">When the forest burns </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;">The ash it breaths </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Weighing tons and tons </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;">The bites of those ants</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> Cutting each of the leaves</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> Must be painful </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;">For all the little trees. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And don't forget the storms </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;">And the deadly rains.. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Hurling the whole forest </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;">On this one from the lanes.. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;">But still it stands </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Unwilling...on the knees</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> You think you suffer.. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;">But what about the trees?</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6239838623202031921-5322888637922617770?l=thepoematicblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Umer Saleemnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6239838623202031921.post-4436598280842472722009-08-16T06:28:00.000-07:002009-09-18T09:02:56.824-07:00It ain't got a purpose;<div>It ain't gotta cause.</div><div>I make words dance...</div><div>No rules, No laws!</div><div><br /></div><div>May you stop <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">by</span>,</div><div>Or <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">pass by</span> in a flair.</div><div>But you know one thing?</div><div>I really don't care!</div><div><br /></div><div>You think it's useless?</div><div>So finish it here all..</div><div>But may you enjoy it for a while..</div><div>Then let that wheel scroll!</div><div><br /></div><div>No matter what you think,</div><div>No matter what you say,</div><div>You're welcome to comment..</div><div>In your own good way!</div><div><br /></div><div>This guy I knew</div><div>Lets relive his live for once</div><div><br /></div><div>On his tattered rag,</div><div>In the worn out cloak.</div><div>He lies there all day...</div><div>Along that dead oak.</div><div><br /></div><div>Everyday he lives...</div><div>Every night he dies...</div><div>But so calm he sleeps.</div><div>A silver mug on his side...</div><div><br /></div><div>Somewhere out there,</div><div>Among the passers by</div><div>I see him <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">nibbling</span> crumbs</div><div>No cakes,</div><div>No pies!</div><div><br /></div><div>How bad he'd have felt</div><div>So sad was his tale</div><div>So sickly he shouts...</div><div>"Silver mug on sale"</div><div>"Silver mug on sale"</div><div><br /></div><div>Days pass by</div><div>Comes a Monday</div><div>A dollar in hand..</div><div>I walk towards the oak,</div><div>I did it everyday.</div><div><br /></div><div>But as I reach the oak</div><div>No man is seen</div><div>No voice that day...</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div>They said he died </div><div>In an accident somewhere </div><div>The last thing he held,</div><div>His mug, was there....</div><div><br /></div><div>Still I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">pass by</span> </div><div>The <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">street</span> of Dead Enclave</div><div>Still I give a dollar...</div><div>NOT TO A MAN,</div><div>I GIVE IT TO A GRAVE...........</div><div><br /></div><div>So this was his story,</div><div>Such a bad one</div><div>But as they say...</div><div>This day had to come!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6239838623202031921-443659828084247272?l=thepoematicblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Umer Saleemnoreply@blogger.com0