Journey Into The Realm Of Poetic Freedom. May 21, 2012 by pabarbot. I wish I could be. May 17, 2012 by pabarbot. The lessons taught to children. When you raise your hand. May 17, 2012 by pabarbot. Like a storm gathering strength,. What was once a whisper. A vehement declaration against this pervasive. Stale state forced upon us. The illusion, of the meek and feeble. In the mind of mankind, setting.

The poetic essence of the ordinary. 2014-2015 Renovation a Living Unit, Multi-Family Housing. 2013-2015 Twin House Phaholyothin 56. , Ltd, Thonglor, Bangkok. 2009 Townhouse with Secret Garden Wireless rd. 2005 Head Office of Piratex International Limited Salaburi.

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Sunday, July 18, 2010. About My Father, Rabbi A. My father was born on September 11, 1916 in Jerusalem. So, who was my Father? When did my Father begin to commit poetry to memory? His memory was a vast treasure- trove. He could recite poetry for hour.

Talons grip on outstretched limbs. Stream trickling through the forest. Night time casts its net of stars. Gambolling white hare and fawn. Rest at silvered river bank. Light slumbers beneath wet sticks. Sleep falling away like dust. He spies a wan maid.