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Re: Love poem

anita_a — Thu, 15 Feb 2007 17:34:02 GMT

Thanks Akki, Pucca and Morning Dew forreading the poem and liking it too.

Re: Spoken english lessons for Indians

anita_a — Thu, 15 Feb 2007 17:31:25 GMT

If you can afford to spend Rs.500, then nothing like the spoken English kit from CIEFL(Central Institute of English and Foriegn Languages), hyderabad.They provide cassettes along with the material and you can very easily learn by yourself at home.They teach you proper British accent.

Re: First Love. Do you like it?

anita_a — Mon, 12 Feb 2007 16:03:28 GMT

Of course, I wrote it all by myself. Why did you get such a doubt? thanks for stopping by though.

First Love. Do you like it?

anita_a — Wed, 07 Feb 2007 16:19:39 GMT

First Love It never helped me much that I had only myself to interact with. Life was never the same after coming home from the dorm. Parents were away for a wedding which I had very conveniently avoided. When I walked down to the nearest video store to pick a movie it happened then. It was the most striking face I had seen after a very long time. I walked up to him and wanted to have a closer look. I was just fiddling with thoughts and words to be put together as I approached him. He had a chiselled face with a sharp nose and lips that were so small that they looked as if he was pouting. “Hi. I’m Kristy.” I said as I extended my hand. He looked me up and down and smiled slyly . His smile travelled to his dark eyes. I was sure he...

Re: Love

anita_a — Wed, 07 Feb 2007 16:14:17 GMT

Thanks Clive for stopping by. Actually it not 'love' between man and woman as it appears. It is the love of a new born baby and a mom.I thought using'bosom' would make this point clear , but I think it was not so.

Re: I choose...

anita_a — Mon, 05 Feb 2007 18:14:53 GMT

Don't you think that the question itself is biased? Now why would anybody want to go to a 15 year old native english speaker, also a school drop out, instead of going to a prof for editing? How does it matter which country he is from as long as he is qualified to teach English? We are not definitely talking about spoken english but written. So ,what is the big deal of being a native or a non-native speaker as long as the qualifications prove that he can write english well (which an english professor definitely would.)?

Is it true? "Sex in Bible"?

anita_a — Mon, 05 Feb 2007 17:58:59 GMT

Last night in the history channel on Tv, I watched this programme with the same title, Sex in bible . Is it true that in bible, there is a mention of homosexuality, of extra marital affairs, promouscity, and also calibacy? Just curious to know more details.

Love poem

anita_a — Mon, 05 Feb 2007 17:43:41 GMT

"I Love You" His voice in my ears echoed in my body, flowing with the blood blossomed into a fragrance of everlasting love.

Love

anita_a — Mon, 05 Feb 2007 17:28:23 GMT

A tear from her blue eyes dropped on my bosom, seeped into my heart and the seed of love sprouted.

Re: Spoken english lessons for Indians

anita_a — Mon, 05 Feb 2007 17:06:19 GMT

To learn any language, first thing is that you need to have the passion to learn. Read a lot of English books with a dictionary at your side. Then slowly start talking with people in English even if you are not fluent. Practice is the only way to master the spoken language.

First Impression

anita_a — Fri, 29 Sep 2006 15:07:26 GMT

The rim of her white dress brushed my hand as I was sitting down, and my heart refused to listen to any sermons of goodness. I gently tugged at her sleeve to draw her attention to my face and eyes, gleaming like neon. She turned with a tweak to let loose of her sleeve and stared at me with annoyance in her eyes which slowly made way to a lucid smile. Another day of sunshine.

First Kiss

anita_a — Fri, 29 Sep 2006 15:04:45 GMT

Crescent moon slipped into the backyard of the clouds. Cool breeze signalled its crew to stop at a distance. Numerous stars turned off their light for a moment, as the mint breathe collided with the after shave fragrance, and the grass bowed its head shyly under their feet.

Is this Love?

anita_a — Fri, 29 Sep 2006 15:03:08 GMT

Is This Love? Wearing the heart on the sleeve of a shirt with ends tattered that belonged to the one who set with the sun but didn’t rise again? Basking in the glory of little smiles shed between the two of you and getting drenched in the memories of tears that trickled down the old house? The word that plays on the lips that drank nectar from the mouth that dug into her when the winter wore its night coat and walked all over her?

A Bouquet of Love

anita_a — Wed, 26 Apr 2006 19:37:47 GMT

The lovely red roses or are they your blushing lips? The blue tulips or are they your fun filled eyes? The fragrant white jasmines or is it the essence of your body? The violet carnations or is it the passion of desires? Each flower in the bouquet that you are holding has my heart in it.

Memories

anita_a — Wed, 26 Apr 2006 19:35:10 GMT

I looked at me, bathed in blood and sticky stuff in the muscular arms of someone I knew perhaps, then. My dad, I suppose. No picture of him for me to see. He died the next month in a car collision. As I flipped the next page, I saw me dressed in a pink frilly dress with a party crown that said ‘First birthday’. There is a hand around me in a loving embrace which I take it to be my mother’s. Her face is hazy. She never got to see me grow up. There was the boy, (possibly my first boy friend) in blue jeans and white shirt cuddling with me on the beige leather sofa. I think he was ‘John’ (or was it Dick?). I was always very popular with boys . This is my husband, carrying me, dressed in a ravishing white, to the car on my wedding day. ‘Oaf,...

Re: Lost Love

anita_a — Wed, 26 Apr 2006 19:32:42 GMT

Thanks Anonymous for stopping by to read my poem.

Re: Come to me again

anita_a — Wed, 26 Apr 2006 19:28:47 GMT

Thanks Anonymous.Thank you sweet desert.You really are sweet!

Re: Hey! I'm back!Check me out!

anita_a — Wed, 22 Mar 2006 20:30:42 GMT

Thanks Mr.P.Was away to my home country for my brother's wedding. Very very interesting indeed! " src="/emoticons/emotion-2.gif">

Re: anitha this is for u

anita_a — Wed, 22 Mar 2006 20:27:48 GMT

Hi, I'm flattered!! email me ... u can get my id from my profile.Thanks.

Love

anita_a — Tue, 07 Mar 2006 15:41:20 GMT

With every second turning into minutes My love for you is fast catching pace. When I open my eyes to see you I find you in the mirror, instead of my face. With every minute proceeding to be an hour My heart beat races against time. When I sense your head resting in my arms Your heart sounds pleasantly like a chime. With every hour sliding towards a day My eyes search for the glitter in your eye. When I gently kiss you on your smiles Into the rainbows, I find my world fly.

Come to me again

anita_a — Tue, 07 Mar 2006 15:14:08 GMT

Honey reached me with the heat in the transit making it all the more tastier. The sizzle in me kept the warmth foaming. The shy look from the corner of your eye was enough to tell me that you liked it too as much as I did and more. As the doors of heaven were getting closer for us to conquer, you backed off.

Re: Another Life

anita_a — Tue, 07 Mar 2006 14:23:25 GMT

Please do write a word or two when you stop by. Thanks.

Re: Hey! I'm back!Check me out!

anita_a — Fri, 03 Mar 2006 18:08:59 GMT

Friends, please take time to atleast write a line when you come to read the poem. Thank you.

Another Life

anita_a — Fri, 03 Mar 2006 18:06:35 GMT

The white shell broke into tiny pieces spreading the liquid around sticky to the core with a round ball in the middle slimy to touch and foul smelling too. I stood there watching what could have been the last hope of a hen to yield to another of its own. For all I cared It was my last chance to have a morsel before I went in search today again for a way to make my living. Or die hungry again.

Hey! I'm back!Check me out!

anita_a — Wed, 01 Mar 2006 17:02:21 GMT

It's not me It’s not me. It has been you all along. My heart is not mine when it beats for you. My breath is not mine when it breathes for you. The scarlet letter that I sent was written with blood shed for you. The blue bells that I hold have been grown in the garden of love for you. It’s not me. It has always been about you. The tears that roll down my eyes are in your absence. The sighs that I bear are in agony of your separation. The smiles that have disappeared are because of your torture. Now that I sleep down here is the result of your negligence.

Miracles of Life

anita_a — Thu, 13 Oct 2005 15:55:01 GMT

The jingling of the anklets of the flowery feet was heard by the deaf man. The bright face with the elegant tresses opened the eyes of the blind man. The silky melody from the lustrous lips brought ‘wow’ to the mouth of the dumb man. The serene affections of the soft heartbeat gave shade to an uprooted man.

Re: Like a Book (Will be used to apply for scholarship! Please help!)

anita_a — Thu, 13 Oct 2005 15:39:27 GMT

This is a good poem. A few suggestions to help you. Maybe you can try to eliminate the 'like' word in all the lines and directly use metaphors which would make it a more interesting poem.You can start with 'You are a book'. And maybe you can chage the title also to 'A book'.And maybe you could do some changes with this stanza below as this is the only one which rhymes and hence sounds odd.And also this has 4 lines while the others have 6 which is again odd. When I lay my hand on your skin, it warms up and dampens under my fingers, like laying my hand on a page as it warms and dampens under my fingers. And maybe you could drop the last repetitive line.IMO. Just a suggestion, of course. Good luck.

Re: A Poem I wrote I'll Post More

anita_a — Thu, 13 Oct 2005 15:26:37 GMT

Hello Lauren, This is a good start.Would be good if you can elaborate the poem by bringing out more of the realtionship into it. I liked the line 'I hate it when I'm day and he's night'. This is a good line to show how different you both are.

Re: Another Poem

anita_a — Thu, 13 Oct 2005 15:23:11 GMT

It is a good one though all your emotions about love have been spoken of many times. I liked the ending line, 'love is unconditional like the air we breathe'.

Why Do We Remember God ?

anita_a — Wed, 28 Sep 2005 17:42:24 GMT

Why do we remember God only in times of crisis? At least I do.I don't get time to pray regularly or on a dialy basis.But when Igo through someproblem or crisis,I do remember to say a prayer.And defend myself saying that if God is really omnipotent, then he will understand.

Re: How to get rid of accent?

anita_a — Tue, 27 Sep 2005 15:27:55 GMT

Frankly, however much one tries to laern a language to perfection(ref. to spoken english alone), if you haven't acquired it from birth, then the accent of your mother tongue will always be there.And I don't think that this is wrong. What is important is that you speak fluently, correctly and understandably.

Re: clarification wanted

anita_a — Tue, 27 Sep 2005 14:06:50 GMT

It means the same though the emphasis is different. in 1) the action is the boy humiliating the parents in 2) the action is the boy's bad behaviour. Hopw this helps.

Re: Coach / Bus

anita_a — Tue, 27 Sep 2005 13:53:39 GMT

Both of them have the same meaning but are used differently.'Coach' is usually used to indicate a luxury bus. And all others are called buses. As far as my knowledge goes 'coach' is not used in AmE ,but 'bus' is used in both, AmE and BrE.

Re: Discipline without punishment, is it possible?

anita_a — Mon, 26 Sep 2005 15:26:02 GMT

I don't believe that you need to physically punish a kid in order to discipline him or her.Be it a teacher or a parent, they should know how to draw the line between being friendly and disciplining them. And the best way to discipline the kids is to be friendly with them but be strict when it comes to some wrong that they have done. Be stern and strict when they go wrong and also let them know where they went wrong and what are the consequences thereupon.

Re: Does anybody read anymore?

anita_a — Fri, 23 Sep 2005 21:30:26 GMT

It is a pleasure to know that there are still people who read as I found that most of my students don't read and some of them just listen to audio books when on the road. I have been additive to books I say since childhood.After 10th grade in the vacation, I almost read all the works of Dickens's original not abridged. Then in college I fell in love with Shakespeare's dramas and read a lot of them in the original.But my all time favourite has always been "Wuthering Heights".The great Emily Bronte. Apart from Literature, I still love to read Agatha Cristie's and Robin Cooks' books.Now I read Jack Higgins & Stephan King too. But my all time favourites in popular fiction have been Fredrick Forsythe's ICON and Ayn Rand's Fountain...

Re: HELP!

anita_a — Thu, 22 Sep 2005 22:22:38 GMT

Thanks MM.Well, was just trying to help by posting definition of metaphysical poetry as anonymous wanted to learn to write metaphorical poem.That's all.No connection whatsoever.

Does anybody read anymore?

anita_a — Wed, 21 Sep 2005 18:03:53 GMT

I find it a little surprising that people are slowly getting out of the habit of reading books.Is it me? Or is it really happening?Specially when I see that people seem to be buying a lot of audio books, I wonder if print will ultimately fly out the window. Do you still read books? Fiction or non-fiction? What kind of novels do you prefer? Name one author you like and why?

Re: HELP!

anita_a — Wed, 21 Sep 2005 17:18:06 GMT

Try this- http://literacynet.org/alaska/extended.html Metaphysical Poetry. The term metaphysical was applied to a style of 17th Century poetry first by John Dryden and later by Dr. Samuel Johnson because of the highly intellectual and often abstruse imagery involved. Chief among the metaphysical poets are John Donne, George Herbert, Richard Crashaw, Andrew Marvell, and Henry Vaughan. While their poetry is widely varied (the metaphysicals are not a thematic or even a structural school), there are some common characteristics: 1. Argumentative structure. The poem often engages in a debate or persuasive presentation; the poem is an intellectual exercise as well as or instead of an emotional effusion. 2. Dramatic and...

Re: francesco Petrarca (help)

anita_a — Wed, 21 Sep 2005 17:05:48 GMT

How about these links? http://www.poetry-portal.com/poets30.html http://www.sonnets.org/petrarch.htm Hope that helps.Otherwise google.

Wow!Lucky to be alive..

anita_a — Mon, 19 Sep 2005 16:34:02 GMT

Wow! Lucky to be alive on a mid-September morning, chemas-microsoft-com:office marttags" />lace w t="on">t="on">Levis jeanslace> rolled up, Lotto shoes in hand, as I walk barefoot through the stream passing by the blue mountains. Cold water rustles as I ford through; I sniffle back the nose dripping as feet turn blue with the small stones pinching into the feet. I feel the Pack on getting heavy with my back taking a bend, though the music from within is melodious and warm. The breezy chills sift through the whining trees… Suddenly, I glance up and smile as the orange sun rays claim the sky in the northern rocks. chemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />> >

Love You Forever!

anita_a — Fri, 16 Sep 2005 18:01:26 GMT

There was a flicker in your eyes as you looked into mine. My heart was set on fire As I stood looking into yours. You took my hand into yours And smiled lovingly at me. I stood there speechless and shy As you whispered ‘I love me’ into my ears. &nb

Speechless Love

anita_a — Thu, 15 Sep 2005 18:49:00 GMT

She moved away from me for a while. We looked into each other’s eyes And silence reined the pink-colored room. Then the bud blossomed into a flower. A little flicker of sunshine passed in through the small blinds, as she spread her mouth wide to give a toothless smile. My heart raced against the blood streaming through the veins. With a little look here and there, she slowly extended her fingers to my excited face and said ‘Ma’ for the first time.

No Bells For Me!

anita_a — Fri, 09 Sep 2005 16:57:52 GMT

The white veil dragged along the red carpet, like a snake crawling on the green grass. As I walked slowly with my father’s arm in mine, I looked around to see the groom, standing tall in a gray suit. “Why gray? Why not blue?” My heart questioned me. With white lilies, in hand, he threw a lifeless smile at me. My favorite flowers were picked perhaps, by that loving boy in the florist store down the street, in the cold .

Re: Weird world

anita_a — Fri, 09 Sep 2005 16:55:52 GMT

Thanks Lathorn and Danny for your valuable comments.

Re: She Is Coming Home Tonight!

anita_a — Fri, 09 Sep 2005 16:53:52 GMT

Hey guys! Didn't like the poem? Please leave a comment.

Re: A silly poem

anita_a — Fri, 09 Sep 2005 16:50:25 GMT

And criticism is the best way to learn to write better.Don't worry and go ahead and post your poems.

Re: A silly poem

anita_a — Fri, 09 Sep 2005 16:48:11 GMT

Thanks Sweet D. Though it is not exactly a love poem, it was experimental as the first word of each line put together makes a sentence. My sincere advice to you is that if you know any language, you can compose poems in it if THE ABILITY TO WRITE POEMS IS IN YOU.You don't need to be a native speaker for that.I am not a native speaker either.

Re: foyer, lobby, entrance

anita_a — Thu, 08 Sep 2005 16:37:03 GMT

The French used the word 'foyer' for lobby as foyer also means a place where there is a fireplace.

Re: Music in Life

anita_a — Thu, 08 Sep 2005 13:53:58 GMT

Thanks Mr.P.Thats great.Now I like it! The fingers gently sensed the thin strings of the guitar. The blue waterfalls in the background fell swiftly to flow into the tone of the tune. Melody slowly swept by like the warm afternoon breeze playing with the tall grass.

Weird world

anita_a — Wed, 07 Sep 2005 22:49:08 GMT

Pink lips that can see Black eyes that can talk Graceful walk that can laugh Breath that is visible Shadow shining in front of me Sweat overcastting my heart A slipping sky A fragrant hue A devotee growing to be god A star shining like moon A peace in war Right things in wrong places Weird is my world, For I am in love.