excerpts 4m my own pennings-Inside

I put on such a tough stand-
But that is all shattered inside.
Like that ragged livery
Patched up with embroidery
World only sees my sequins and beads,
None know each of my thread beneath bleeds.


I bring out such a composed-self-
But that is all broken inside.
Like that secretly fissured vase
Holding flowers by some God's grace
World only sees my face and flowers
Touch me once I'll come down to shards


I look so hopeful, full of dreams-
But that is all scattered inside.
Like that termite eaten wood
Still wearing the strong and brown look.
World only sees my twigs and leaves
No one hears that my heart heaves.

My French Pursuits-Mes pursuites francais

Il tout commence avec quelque mots de francais que je avais appris quelque part.........lentement ces mots devenait un desir apprendre plus....et donc je demande de un de mon ami m'aider...mais ce n'est pas tres reussi....pour quelque temps je suis assis sans espoir......puis soudainement une idee m'a frappe.....et cela etait utiliser internet donc j'ai cherche quelque website que enseigne francais(continuerai plus tard)

Leisure---by William H Davies

This again is a poem close to my heart..............it cleaves me into twain and questions what m i doing is that what i wanted...........


What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.


No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.


No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.


No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.


No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.


No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.


A poor life this is if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

William Henry Davies