The Shell And The Glasses Tanka

Lost in guilt he was
It was a death accident
Darkness fell on them
They did not come for the conch
But rather for Piggy's specs.

Free Verse Contest

You Can't Have It All

But you can have the shiny streets of the Kosovo markets.

You can have the intricate hand made carpets, and the silky sheets soft like feathers.

You can have the sweet stories your grandma tells each afternoon in the hot summers and the cold winters.

You can have the love and the support of your family in dark times.

You can have the large trees and the colorful leafs  like the dresses your mother wears in the long feasts that last for countless days.

You can have the warmth of your blanket after a cold shower.

You can have the shiny cellophane on a bright new game.

You can have a cat curling against you with the soft hair like when you cuddle in your father's arms when you were young.

You can have the mist burning your eyes in the high mountain.

You can have the long walk to safety and to a fresh new start.

You can see dead bodies along the streets and the painful screams like a bee's sting.
You can have the year spent in a dark place outside your home looking for a day to return to one piece.
You can be whatever you want and follow your dream and never letting someone tell you that you can't do it.
You can have the wind blow you from one place to another making you think if its all worth it.
You can have a cold drop of water in your throat after a long tiring soccer match.
You can think of different ways to make a change in your life and to follow different paths until you get one that makes you happy
But you can't have your country and the love of your people your whole life.
You can't have the soft touch of your grandma in your cheeks your whole life.
You can't succeed in all of your dreams but you can keep on dreaming forever hoping for one successful change.
You can't have the love of resurrection of the ones you love.

You can't have it all
But you can have this 

Poetry Notebook: The Lost Memories

Theme: Love and Death

Selected by: Vigan Osmani

Description

Everyone has great feelings towards somebody. Nobody wants to experience the persons they respect and love to die. But in all cases death can be banished with love. If you love someone never forget them since within every death there is misery. But all of it can be stopped with showing love and believing that they are always in your heart and there will be kept there for eternity never to be released. Love is more stronger than death. I came to realize all of that when my grandmother died and I mostly dedicate this notebook to her.

Synopsis

Most of the poems will be related to death and love. But certainly all of them show sadness within and they all make me feel differently in certain ways.

Poems:

Two Loves by: Lord Alfred Douglas

I Love You by: Sara Teasdale

I Am Not Yours by: Sara Teasdale

Love's Secret  by: William Blake

Requiescat by: Matthew Arnold

Death o Death by: Asif Balosch

Death's Too Near by: Mark R. Slaughter

To Death by: Robert Herrick

Benjamin Moore - Country Lane 2088-40

He stood there watching the
once beautiful field.
But as he came closer,
he saw dead bodies in the fields.

And if there was no movement
he would be soon part of the horror

Closed ears in hopes
of not hearing the screams.

The bombs still booming,
gunshots killing, blood flowing
down the country lane.

Snow falling
covering familiar
faces, worn out places

Fear and death
soon overcame.
the gunshots close
the pain loud
the blood near.

Fires burning
vans, villages
and homes.

The grounds soon covered
with Albanian blood
flowing down the country lane.

All leaving not knowing where,
running away from death
and misery.

Tanks crushing houses
and trees like toys.

The long walk
to the border,
the refugee camp
near filled with
people hoping to start new.

Soon new roots
were going to grow.
He looked behind him
and saw the memories
and the blood
trailing down the country lane.

Book Review

Marley & Me: Life and love with the world's worst dog by John Grogan

Publisher: HarperCollins

Genre: Memoir

Where I got it: Where I got it: It was a recommendation from a friend of mine.

One sentence summary: John Grogan and his wife buy a labrador dog called Marley, who they buy for practice before they make a child, but slowly Marley starts to make a change in both of they're lives and finally teaches them what really matters in life.

First Sentence: We were young.

First Chapter Review: The first chapter talks about John and his wife Jenny talking about what they should get for practice before they make a child. They decide that the best choice is to get a dog. They get a labrador and they call him Marley. With each passing day Marley grows and his actions need more responsibilites. Even though with all the mess Marley does he shows them that they need alot of responsibility to take care of a baby.

Verdict: A book that is funny, sad, and really interesting. When you see how much a dog can change your life it is just amazing. The author shows the love between the main characters and Marley. It was a blast to read. Definetly recommended

Cover comments: The cover shows Marley on the floor. Probably after he was brought in the house and staring at his new owners. Maybe he is happy that he is wandering around a new place and wondering what is happening to him.

Tormented By The Silence

The tide was coming in.

Grass was worn away.

The beach was dotted with

group of boys waiting

for the assembly.

He was searching his mind

for simple words

"We need an assembly."

He lost himself

in a maze of thoughts.

He stopped again.

Surrounded by the
comfortable presence.
He shouted:
"Shut up."

He's effort fell.
The storm broke as
he shrank away

defenseless to his seat.

The dispersed figures
became a discussion
and a random scatter.

A thin wail, lying
in the long grass, gibbering.

"I'm chief. I was chosen."
The sound of mock hunting
stirred in the dark
the tide was coming in.

The storm broke
the east comes from the water.
"Nuts."
Sit down. Ralph shouted.

He let out his spare breath.
Hands were reaching for the conch.
The tide was coming in.

They bumped frightently.
The beast stirred in the dark,
the sound of it sniggering.

A shadows fronted him
tempestuously
"Bollocks to the rules"
"Jack, Jack."

He was silent again
and peered into the
gloom.