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Back then
(Poetry)
2-02-2005
by jeremy chaila
When the sky was clear and the air was sweet
When I ran and the ground seemed to greet my feet
When a promise was a promise and used to keep mine
It was then when I was young that my world was fine
I was my mother's angel, my daddy's little...
I Was, I Am, I Am Going to Be
(Poetry)
23-06-2004
by jeremy chaila
To start with I was, some cells, some fluids some water and flesh
I was fragile and safe warm and innocent, one or two hairs to form my mesh
I had food and shelter all I could ever need; I knew no fear or worry indeed
I had a heart so tender...
Kissed by a flame
(Poetry)
16-11-2004
by jeremy chaila
A story was once told, of a man who thought, a man who had a dream
He dreamed of making carts with wheels, of making boats of steam
The man had dreams of connecting the world with miles and miles of wire
Oh yes, he dreamed of creating the...
Life!
(Poetry)
26-10-2004
by jeremy chaila
Come see the water flowing free, like herds of untamed horses
The streams and springs and falls so deep, more powerful than dams or man-made forces
Yet, harnessed, enslaved, made to drive the metal sails, so powerful and wild yet feeble and tame...
MISH-MASH
(Poetry)
30-09-2004
by jeremy chaila
"choose the worst, the smallest the most obscene
and add the worst lighting, then shoot the scene",
and those are the words from the editor's chair
as he releses his stereotypes into our clean air
"make it louder, uglier, bloodier, more...
My Rose of National Pride
(Poetry)
12-08-2004
by jeremy chaila
My love you’re like a rose to me, an ever blooming flower
The brilliance of your blood-red love produces your fine colour
In snow or rain or sunny bliss greet my lips with a stunning kiss
The light that shines so bright from within you, is like...
Where Can I Find Peace?
(Poetry)
21-09-2004
by jeremy chaila
What’s so hard to come by yet so easy to lose?
What can you feel in your heart, yet lose in a heartbeat?
What choice brings so much joy yet is so painful to choose?
What, in its dreadful absence, can leave blood-dripping streets?
When can we...
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