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Array ( [sid] => 118894 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => A TWIG. [time] => 2006-04-24 06:31:42 [hometext] => angels can also come in the form of a tiny twig. You need your inner eye to see and a heart to believe. [bodytext] =>
Ominous dark could loomed over a petite shoreline hamlet,
submerging it in fatal-shadows, thumping hell behind. Restless gargantuan ocean waves
thrashed over the frail shores striving to convey an infuriated memorandum of nature
heeded not to the emblematic caveat, boorish folks went-about their routine.

Time stopped - not knowing the day or the night; as hell broke loose,
When the mammoth ripples rose, hungrily gulping every living body
and non-living alike, spewing hate against mankind for molesting mother earth,
time and again past many millennium and beyond.

Chaos, every where, screaming and wailing for a born hearing-impaired to hear,
gushing water, ripped-up houses, like a rag lying on shore, formidable
dance of death lay bare its’ horror, guzzling the hamlet’s last breath,
frantic men and women their attempt to subsist sank beneath the nature’s gruesome fury.

Wrinkled old John Struggling like the hundreds around, dogged to hold on to any thing and every thing, hard fortune for hundred, lucky providence for John, grabbed a twig that hung, held on as though a precious possession, hours perhaps days, until he heard rescuer call, opened his eyes, stunning sun shone through the twig he held, from a chapel -cross.

Life is nothing less but a huge tussle; ignore not any tiny twig that puzzle
it may well be our Lord’s call to unshackle you from daily-life’s scuffle.

(FRANCO) [comments] => 3 [counter] => 218 [topic] => 19 [informant] => FRANCO [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => InspirationalPoems )

A TWIG.

Contributed by FRANCO on Monday, 24th April 2006 @ 06:31:42 AM in AEST
Topic: InspirationalPoems

Ominous dark could loomed over a petite shoreline hamlet,
submerging it in fatal-shadows, thumping hell behind. Restless gargantuan ocean waves
thrashed over the frail shores striving to convey an infuriated memorandum of nature
heeded not to the emblematic caveat, boorish folks went-about their routine.

Time stopped - not knowing the day or the night; as hell broke loose,
When the mammoth ripples rose, hungrily gulping every living body
and non-living alike, spewing hate against mankind for molesting mother earth,
time and again past many millennium and beyond.

Chaos, every where, screaming and wailing for a born hearing-impaired to hear,
gushing water, ripped-up houses, like a rag lying on shore, formidable
dance of death lay bare its’ horror, guzzling the hamlet’s last breath,
frantic men and women their attempt to subsist sank beneath the nature’s gruesome fury.

Wrinkled old John Struggling like the hundreds around, dogged to hold on to any thing and every thing, hard fortune for hundred, lucky providence for John, grabbed a twig that hung, held on as though a precious possession, hours perhaps days, until he heard rescuer call, opened his eyes, stunning sun shone through the twig he held, from a chapel -cross.

Life is nothing less but a huge tussle; ignore not any tiny twig that puzzle
it may well be our Lord’s call to unshackle you from daily-life’s scuffle.

(FRANCO)

Copyright Â© FRANCO ... [ 2006-04-24 06:31:42]
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Re: A TWIG. (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 24th April 2006 @ 09:44:59 AM AEST
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Alright FRANCO! Outstanding. Ya created one heck of a natural mind mix for that twig to do rescue from chaos. Vivid examples with the underlying of nature's "brutality". My full-fledged compliments.

Re: A TWIG. (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_K on Monday, 24th April 2006 @ 12:52:56 PM AEST
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A remarkable write, Franco. What a spectacular picture you painted with your words....and the great message with it.
Thank you.
Hugs
Jenni

Re: A TWIG. (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 27th April 2006 @ 10:42:28 PM AEST
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Very wonderfull written. Not sure if my possesion is an angel, it does bring me peace.. luck was left out of it lol.. it is a small little tiny piece of drift wood that I carved into a heart, and I sit it right here next to me, it is my wood touchstone.

Yes that inner eye can hear too, and even if you are not strictly paying attention, it still listens.. It can see deep into things... quickly and efficiently.. it has its own inner voice.. we use it to see ourselves and others, places and things.. it is called insight.. inner thoughts .. humans have it, animals lack it.. it is actually... our actions coming out of our supratemporal soul or spirit, they function within the enkaptic structural whole of the body.. we use it in writing.. imagination... each thing we do or see or hear or feel reveals itself ... to know, to imagine. and to be willing to do the act which humans do in life.. I actually taught that to my students in the classroom, glad you wrote this poem, it is very educational here, at least for me it is.. Sorry, did not want to go into great detail, depth, didn't want to mess up your inner eye lol... smiles.. you know me, the silly girl here..

RaquelLeah

I love your poem here..

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