My first full day of being an official blog guy. On January 21, 2014. Confession of an OCD Writer. On September 18, 2013. On September 5, 2013. A month ago, I finally broke down and invested in technology.

This is me trying to walk in step with the world. How many have Hit me? To Dig Deeper, CLICK here. Happy 1st Birthday from Punam. Thank you and Congratulations to The Holy Lama for 50th post. Congrats to Insignia on 200th post. First Thing to Notice Award. So here comes the award.

The poem for the 10th day of the poetry month is a haiku on a special moment of composing a haiku. For todays poem, I chose an image of a tree I had met during one of my highway rides. The poem is about what I felt when I looked in the image. Reminiscing the moments I lived.

Feel the magical power of words. Sunday, August 24, 2014.

Monday, June 23, 2014. We sing on HIS music. And, the bad pernicious. Nights may not be long. And, days may not be strong. Saturday, May 31, 2014.

Poetry by Hope to know is nothing at all to imagine is everything anonymous. I am a wife and a mother of six children. All of which are over the age of 18. I am also a grandmother. My interest is to share my poetry. I hope you appreciate them. If you have any comments I am open to all tasteful responses and thank you so much for taking the time to read them. Tuesday, March 25, 2014. I walked a path all rough and worn. Of poverty; when I was born.

Saturday, July 6, 2013. This page shall continue to be as it is and hopefully, will not be updated. Saturday, August 25, 2012. The fault is not yours though, but that my view of beauty is forever skewed, and look who is responsible. And why I cannot trust you with choosing beauty? Saturday, August 18, 2012.

Wednesday, September 4, 2013. Relentless it would start again,. I start to wonder if i should write a line,. Full of agony and pain,. Or a subtle word or two about the woeful rain,. As if i would never see the stars another time,. As if my words would never rhyme,. As if it would start again. Although the rain had stopped pouring,. And the trees have stopped roaring,. The restlessness in their wavering leaves,.

You shine like a star. In my cold and empty room. Through the years in the storm. I wished you meet me soon. For I have been alone,. I have talked to my heart,. In there where you rule. The long you prolong the wait. More weak I tend to go. Though I remember the date,. I never cut my birthday cake. When your lips will seal on mine,. It will rain on the land of drought. Come to me in real,. You shine like a star.