<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9633600</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:28:24.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Poem Dance</title><subtitle type='html'>~ The dance is a poem of which each movement is a word ~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemdance.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9633600/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemdance.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Coconut Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16301265963658034009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9633600.post-112081437899683615</id><published>2005-07-08T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T17:19:39.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 New untitled poems</title><content type='html'>She appears intent in her task&lt;br /&gt;Of writing, studying, reading&lt;br /&gt;With head bent dilligently over the books&lt;br /&gt;Eyes scanning the page quickly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what the casual observer does not know&lt;br /&gt;Is the anxious wondering of her heart&lt;br /&gt;What time would it be tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Will her heart's want be fulfiled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving thoughts of her loved one&lt;br /&gt;Separated from her by distance&lt;br /&gt;Too far to touch, to feel, to hold&lt;br /&gt;But near in heart and in mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waiting, watching vigil she keeps&lt;br /&gt;Night after night of anticipation&lt;br /&gt;Of hoping against hope&lt;br /&gt;That a ring would pierce the silent night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ 8 july 04-0230hrs&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl learning to be a woman&lt;br /&gt;On her journey in the sea of life&lt;br /&gt;Trying her hardest to hold on&lt;br /&gt;As her vessel threatens to sink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her perception of herself&lt;br /&gt;Is that she is second best&lt;br /&gt;Everything she is and does&lt;br /&gt;Is never enough, never good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never enough to satisfy those around her&lt;br /&gt;Who poison her mind with words&lt;br /&gt;Finding fault is what she does&lt;br /&gt;In who she is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tossed and turned by the tempest&lt;br /&gt;Her life is hard, troubled and fill with misery&lt;br /&gt;She is disheartened by what she hears&lt;br /&gt;Failing to please everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart aches for her&lt;br /&gt;How I long to protect, to teach her&lt;br /&gt;To make her believe in herself&lt;br /&gt;And to ignore the nagging whispers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For these whispers bring nothing but destruction&lt;br /&gt;Of life, of self-image and of hope&lt;br /&gt;One should do what one believes is right&lt;br /&gt;And stand firm to uphold what one believes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ 8 july 04-0300hrs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9633600-112081437899683615?l=poemdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9633600.post-111858468447858062</id><published>2005-06-12T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T21:58:04.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life, not yours</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Confused, Bewildred&lt;br /&gt;For what should I do&lt;br /&gt;What do I say&lt;br /&gt;I want to yell, scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tread the path of life&lt;br /&gt;Unsure which path to take&lt;br /&gt;Society give rules, regulations&lt;br /&gt;Which I must conform, follow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like being contained in a glass box&lt;br /&gt;Being able to look out&lt;br /&gt;But unable to be free, move around&lt;br /&gt;Pounding on the glass in vain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I be myself&lt;br /&gt;To be free, spread my wings&lt;br /&gt;To soar, to touch the skies&lt;br /&gt;To live life as I want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my life anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9633600-111858468447858062?l=poemdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemdance.blogspot.com/feeds/111858468447858062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9633600&amp;postID=111858468447858062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9633600/posts/default/111858468447858062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9633600/posts/default/111858468447858062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemdance.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-life-not-yours.html' title='My life, not yours'/><author><name>Coconut Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16301265963658034009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9633600.post-110417504660187050</id><published>2004-12-28T03:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T04:41:15.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melancholic Rain</title><content type='html'>I stood near my window today,&lt;br /&gt;Watching the rain fall,&lt;br /&gt;Letting go of all thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;Just closing my eyes and listening. &lt;p&gt;The rumbling thunder in the distance,&lt;br /&gt;Water trickling down my window,&lt;br /&gt;Droplets of rain on the glass,&lt;br /&gt;Making soft pattering like children running.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like washing my pain away,&lt;br /&gt;My hurts, my pain, my life,&lt;br /&gt;Evoking emotions deep inside,&lt;br /&gt;Bringing longing to my heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Longing for home, for the people I miss,&lt;br /&gt;For the memories I hold dear,&lt;br /&gt;For the loved ones I left behind,&lt;br /&gt;And a single tear, like rain, flows down my cheek.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOTES : &lt;/b&gt; Wrote this in the bus while it was raining and the song "Emotions" by Destiny's Child was playing on the radio.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9633600-110417504660187050?l=poemdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemdance.blogspot.com/feeds/110417504660187050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9633600&amp;postID=110417504660187050' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9633600/posts/default/110417504660187050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9633600/posts/default/110417504660187050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemdance.blogspot.com/2004/12/melancholic-rain.html' title='Melancholic Rain'/><author><name>Coconut Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16301265963658034009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9633600.post-110417502552031879</id><published>2004-12-28T03:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T13:44:50.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing You</title><content type='html'>The cold air blows from the outside&lt;br /&gt;Chilling me as the ceiling fan whirrs slowly&lt;br /&gt;A cockerel crows in the distance&lt;br /&gt;Heard early in the morning - 5 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting in the dark&lt;br /&gt;In silence, all alone&lt;br /&gt;As my fingers typing on the keyboard&lt;br /&gt;Is the only sound heard in d house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others are in their beds&lt;br /&gt;Blissfully sleeping soundly&lt;br /&gt;And whisked away in dreams&lt;br /&gt;Traveling in worlds unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, missing you&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you were here&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I could hug you&lt;br /&gt;But reality hits me hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm here without you baby,&lt;br /&gt;But you're still on my lonely mind"&lt;br /&gt;The song plays in my head&lt;br /&gt;Mocking me with it's true words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reminisce of the times we spent together&lt;br /&gt;The joys &amp; laughter we shared&lt;br /&gt;But now we're miles apart&lt;br /&gt;And missing you brings an ache to my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to all my friends, but most especially Lola in Bintulu &amp;amp; Grace in&lt;br /&gt;Kuching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Authors Note :&lt;/b&gt; This was a spontaneous poem written late at nite (5am !) while I was especially missing my 2 best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Previously Posted/Published in :&lt;/b&gt;  fictionpress, coconutice.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9633600-110417502552031879?l=poemdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemdance.blogspot.com/feeds/110417502552031879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9633600&amp;postID=110417502552031879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9633600/posts/default/110417502552031879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9633600/posts/default/110417502552031879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemdance.blogspot.com/2004/12/missing-you.html' title='Missing You'/><author><name>Coconut Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16301265963658034009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9633600.post-110417497428315567</id><published>2004-12-28T03:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T13:37:02.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crimson Butterfly</title><content type='html'>A white pair of wings flits by softly&lt;br /&gt;Passing valleys, streams and rivers wide&lt;br /&gt;Resting on flower beds, bushes and trees lazily&lt;br /&gt;In and out of beautiful petals it hides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture of serenity we behold&lt;br /&gt;Of a white butterfly passing by&lt;br /&gt;But something is about to happen&lt;br /&gt;To wreck havoc in this peaceful world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sound is heard in the distance&lt;br /&gt;The only sound which breaks the silence&lt;br /&gt;A fast-moving object whizzes through the air&lt;br /&gt;As a small sharp bolt moves intently on its target&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly, the butterfly stops in midair&lt;br /&gt;And falls to the ground slowly&lt;br /&gt;It lies on the ground with wings outstretched&lt;br /&gt;And a silent cry echoes through the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unexpectedly blood gushes out of its frail being&lt;br /&gt;Leaving its white wings stained&lt;br /&gt;Bloody crimson on pure white, a sharp contrast&lt;br /&gt;A lifeless creature soon to be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, a thunder resounds&lt;br /&gt;And soft raindrops fall on the earth&lt;br /&gt;Cleansing the earth, leaving it pure again&lt;br /&gt;And hoping for a better future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Authors Note :&lt;/b&gt; It actually took me almost 2 months to come up with this poem. Saw the phrase "Crimson Butterfly" from a game and started formulating the whole thing before actually writing it down. Obviously it isn't really about a butterfly. Its more of a portrayal of a helpless person. Like children being abused, rape victims.people like thatwho are innocent but are hurt by someone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Previously Posted/Published in :&lt;/b&gt; fictionpress&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9633600-110417497428315567?l=poemdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemdance.blogspot.com/feeds/110417497428315567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9633600&amp;postID=110417497428315567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9633600/posts/default/110417497428315567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9633600/posts/default/110417497428315567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemdance.blogspot.com/2004/12/crimson-butterfly.html' title='Crimson Butterfly'/><author><name>Coconut Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16301265963658034009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9633600.post-110417491375728666</id><published>2004-12-28T03:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T04:26:21.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncertainty</title><content type='html'>The agony of waiting&lt;br /&gt;Anticipation, worry &amp; distress&lt;br /&gt;Causes tesion &amp;amp; stress&lt;br /&gt;As my futere hangs on a thin line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepless nights, unsettles rest&lt;br /&gt;I stay awake staring at the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;As the question gnaws my mind&lt;br /&gt;"What will happen to me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand alone, the choice is my own&lt;br /&gt;Which path should I walk upon&lt;br /&gt;At a major crossroad in my life&lt;br /&gt;Im forced to decide the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is it for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Authors Note :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Previously Posted/Published in :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9633600-110417491375728666?l=poemdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemdance.blogspot.com/feeds/110417491375728666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9633600&amp;postID=110417491375728666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9633600/posts/default/110417491375728666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9633600/posts/default/110417491375728666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemdance.blogspot.com/2004/12/uncertainty.html' title='Uncertainty'/><author><name>Coconut Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16301265963658034009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9633600.post-110417481734429164</id><published>2004-12-28T03:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T13:19:56.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood Memories</title><content type='html'>Eating icecream after school&lt;br /&gt;Jumping merrily in playgrounds&lt;br /&gt;Wading into muddy pudles&lt;br /&gt;Memories of a blissful childhood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where thoughts pure and good&lt;br /&gt;Fly around in our minds&lt;br /&gt;Laughing without a care in the world&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the innocence of youth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont you miss those days of fun?&lt;br /&gt;Which our now hectic lives rob us of&lt;br /&gt;Growing up takes away pleasures&lt;br /&gt;Only a young child will appreciate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stressed out and troubled&lt;br /&gt;With demands of many upon us&lt;br /&gt;We're expected to succeed&lt;br /&gt;To excel, no matter what the cost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Childhood brings memories of happy times&lt;br /&gt;Memories of fun, laughter and love&lt;br /&gt;Simple things, fundemental iun life&lt;br /&gt;Fast slipping out of our growing hands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Authors Note :&lt;/b&gt; I miss those carefree days where all we we lived day by day, not caring about the future because we felt secure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Previously Posted/Published in :&lt;/b&gt; fictionpress&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9633600-110417481734429164?l=poemdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemdance.blogspot.com/feeds/110417481734429164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9633600&amp;postID=110417481734429164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9633600/posts/default/110417481734429164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9633600/posts/default/110417481734429164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemdance.blogspot.com/2004/12/childhood-memories.html' title='Childhood Memories'/><author><name>Coconut Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16301265963658034009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9633600.post-110417472252946900</id><published>2004-12-28T03:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T14:50:22.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>I see in my mind’s eye&lt;br /&gt;An empty field, void of anything,&lt;br /&gt;I see myself in the middle of this field&lt;br /&gt;Looking right and left&lt;br /&gt;Seeing green ground meeting blue horizon&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why am I alone?&lt;br /&gt;My heart cries out in pain&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why this frustration?&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and scream&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why am I feeling this?&lt;br /&gt;I get to my feet and run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running….endless running&lt;br /&gt;Away from what, I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;Towards where, I have no idea&lt;br /&gt;Does it matter when my life&lt;br /&gt;Seems like a meaningless cycle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has to be a way out of this&lt;br /&gt;My heart whispers hopefully&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to find the door&lt;br /&gt;The door that will bring me happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness seems like a dream&lt;br /&gt;So far away, out of my reach&lt;br /&gt;I feel tears welling up in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I bring my hand up to wipe it away&lt;br /&gt;But it has dried up…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dry tears that never fall from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Funny how tears seems to be my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Tears that no one but I see&lt;br /&gt;Tears no one even realizes could be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears that no one can stop…&lt;br /&gt;No one can help….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 9 dec 2003 -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Authors Note :&lt;/b&gt; This was written when i was really down. Dont really have a suitable title for it yet. Some people suggested "Tears" but im still kinda considering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Previously Posted/Published in :&lt;/b&gt; www.fictionpress.com/~sikepi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9633600-110417472252946900?l=poemdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemdance.blogspot.com/feeds/110417472252946900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9633600&amp;postID=110417472252946900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9633600/posts/default/110417472252946900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9633600/posts/default/110417472252946900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemdance.blogspot.com/2004/12/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Coconut Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16301265963658034009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9633600.post-110417460064559861</id><published>2004-12-28T03:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T13:56:46.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>River Dance</title><content type='html'>Skimming lightly on the water,&lt;br /&gt;To the songs of oceans deep,&lt;br /&gt;In which whales cry to each other,&lt;br /&gt;In a melody soft and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIth golden locks covering her face,&lt;br /&gt;And eyes as purple as lavender,&lt;br /&gt;Across the water lay her gaze,&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the moon with all her splendour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shimmery robes reflected like gold,&lt;br /&gt;And lily white were her arms bare,&lt;br /&gt;As she dances on the lake so cold,&lt;br /&gt;Lo! The beauty of elven fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Authors Note :&lt;/b&gt; I kinda had this picture in my mind of a fairy skimming across the water, with like her hair &amp;amp; robes floating (?) behind her as she moves, graceful like an ice skater. Well, i hope i portrayed it well enough :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Previously Posted/Published in : &lt;/b&gt;www.fictionpress.com/~sikepi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9633600-110417460064559861?l=poemdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemdance.blogspot.com/feeds/110417460064559861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9633600&amp;postID=110417460064559861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9633600/posts/default/110417460064559861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9633600/posts/default/110417460064559861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemdance.blogspot.com/2004/12/river-dance.html' title='River Dance'/><author><name>Coconut Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16301265963658034009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9633600.post-110417447986088477</id><published>2004-12-28T03:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T11:59:23.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Awakening of Reason</title><content type='html'>When I look around me and I hear happy laughs&lt;br /&gt;Of groups of friends happily talking and having fun&lt;br /&gt;As they enjoy friendship alone at this corner I observe&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder what's inside behind the mask of mirth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some secret wound inside which no one ever sensed&lt;br /&gt;Due to some hidden hurt someone inflicted on them&lt;br /&gt;Then I think of the many times I failed to heal those wounds&lt;br /&gt;Inside hearts of friends and family of which I might have caused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of times which I failed to brighten up your day&lt;br /&gt;But instead making it worse by my actions or what I say&lt;br /&gt;I realize now that I was wrong I looked like I didn't care&lt;br /&gt;I was heartless and cruel at what I did or said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here all I want to say is I shouldn't wait another day&lt;br /&gt;To say that I really do care I'm sorry if it didn't seem that way&lt;br /&gt;Would you please forgive me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Authors Note :&lt;/b&gt; It was the end of the year, and i was sitting alone at the corner of my classroom and everyone was busy talking grouped in their own clique. Then i realized that these are the faces that I wouldnt be seeing everyday anymore because we were in our last year for secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Previously Posted/Published in :&lt;/b&gt; www.fictionpress.com/~sikepi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9633600-110417447986088477?l=poemdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemdance.blogspot.com/feeds/110417447986088477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9633600&amp;postID=110417447986088477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9633600/posts/default/110417447986088477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9633600/posts/default/110417447986088477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemdance.blogspot.com/2004/12/awakening-of-reason.html' title='An Awakening of Reason'/><author><name>Coconut Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16301265963658034009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9633600.post-110417440310090487</id><published>2004-12-28T03:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T10:38:37.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Loved One Lost</title><content type='html'>You came as a gift from God&lt;br /&gt;A ray of sunshine in our lives&lt;br /&gt;The love and comfort of friends we got&lt;br /&gt;But also at touch of pain and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But peace we feel because we know&lt;br /&gt;You've gone to a better place&lt;br /&gt;No pain, no hurt nor any hard blow&lt;br /&gt;Can even touch your face&lt;br /&gt;Where you have beauty beyond compare&lt;br /&gt;And when the dark clutches of evil&lt;br /&gt;Can never reach you there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, joy abundance we feel&lt;br /&gt;To know that heaven is real&lt;br /&gt;For one day we know we will also&lt;br /&gt;Shed all of our tears and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Though beautiful golden gates we'll go&lt;br /&gt;To meet the Creator who loved us so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dedicated to my late sister, Grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Authors Note :&lt;/b&gt; I wrote this for my mother. She had a still birth a few years ago when Grace was about 7-8 months old in her womb. The incident brought our family closer inspite of the sad nature of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Previously Posted/Published in :&lt;/b&gt; www.fictionpress.com/~sikepi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9633600-110417440310090487?l=poemdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemdance.blogspot.com/feeds/110417440310090487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9633600&amp;postID=110417440310090487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9633600/posts/default/110417440310090487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9633600/posts/default/110417440310090487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemdance.blogspot.com/2004/12/loved-one-lost.html' title='A Loved One Lost'/><author><name>Coconut Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16301265963658034009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9633600.post-110417436835999031</id><published>2004-12-28T03:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T10:15:42.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is Love</title><content type='html'>It waits without complain&lt;br /&gt;It is good to all men&lt;br /&gt;Satisfied with gain and pain&lt;br /&gt;Does not speak of its achievements&lt;br /&gt;Nor does it exaggerate what it has&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is well-mannered and thinks of others&lt;br /&gt;It tolerates in all circumstances&lt;br /&gt;It forgets all wrongdoing&lt;br /&gt;Defender of the right, hater of the wrong&lt;br /&gt;It shields the righteous and believes in the truth&lt;br /&gt;It always helps for the best, it stands through the ages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the greatest thing in life&lt;br /&gt;It is the hope for the troubled world&lt;br /&gt;With this, hearts melt; with this, hearts change&lt;br /&gt;This is love, above everything else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Authors Note :&lt;/b&gt; Based on 1 Corintians. I particularly like the 2nd last line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Previously Posted/Published in :&lt;/b&gt; www.fictionpress.com/~sikepi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9633600-110417436835999031?l=poemdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemdance.blogspot.com/feeds/110417436835999031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9633600&amp;postID=110417436835999031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9633600/posts/default/110417436835999031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9633600/posts/default/110417436835999031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemdance.blogspot.com/2004/12/it-is-love.html' title='It is Love'/><author><name>Coconut Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16301265963658034009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9633600.post-110417432142097737</id><published>2004-12-28T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T10:10:12.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Love</title><content type='html'>One loving word can overcome dispute&lt;br /&gt;Once loving touch can break down walls&lt;br /&gt;One loving hug can knit hearts&lt;br /&gt;And a loving act saved the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A loving friend is a gift&lt;br /&gt;A loving family is treasure&lt;br /&gt;A loving spouse is gold&lt;br /&gt;And a child's love is precious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One loving song can calm a tempest&lt;br /&gt;One loving handclasp lifts a soul&lt;br /&gt;One loving smile brightens the day&lt;br /&gt;The warmth of love can thaw the cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like an ebbing river&lt;br /&gt;Love can never end&lt;br /&gt;Love is everlasting, forever&lt;br /&gt;And love, not time, heals wounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Authors Note :&lt;/b&gt; Amazing how this wonderful thing called Love can moved mountains and part seas. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Previously Posted/Published in :&lt;/b&gt; http://www.fictionpress.com/~sikepi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9633600-110417432142097737?l=poemdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemdance.blogspot.com/feeds/110417432142097737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9633600&amp;postID=110417432142097737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9633600/posts/default/110417432142097737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9633600/posts/default/110417432142097737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemdance.blogspot.com/2004/12/one-love.html' title='One Love'/><author><name>Coconut Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16301265963658034009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9633600.post-110409583176573811</id><published>2004-12-27T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T14:21:16.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Special Gift</title><content type='html'>It can come in many different shapes and sizes&lt;br /&gt;It's how you express it that makes all the difference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be from a companian who comforts us all&lt;br /&gt;Or it may come from a parent who picks us up when we fall&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's from a firend who laughs and cries with you&lt;br /&gt;It can also be from that special someone who keeps you safe and warm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a precious gift that must be shared with all&lt;br /&gt;And once you've recieved it you'll always want more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This special gift, I hope you've received&lt;br /&gt;Is companianship and love&lt;br /&gt;To be shown through words and actions&lt;br /&gt;To every hungry soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Authors Note :&lt;/b&gt; I think this poem is one of my not so good work. What do u guys think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Previously Posted/Published in :&lt;/b&gt; http://www.fictionpress.com/~sikepi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9633600-110409583176573811?l=poemdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemdance.blogspot.com/feeds/110409583176573811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9633600&amp;postID=110409583176573811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9633600/posts/default/110409583176573811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9633600/posts/default/110409583176573811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemdance.blogspot.com/2004/12/special-gift.html' title='A Special Gift'/><author><name>Coconut Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16301265963658034009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9633600.post-110391407369214857</id><published>2004-12-25T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T02:47:53.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did You Ever Notice?</title><content type='html'>Week by week, day by day, I see you in the thoughts&lt;br /&gt;I see you in my dreams, did you ever notice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see you face to face, my heart jumps for joy&lt;br /&gt;I try to help you all I can, did you ever notice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I share my hope however small, my joy, my pain you know&lt;br /&gt;I try to share myself with you, did you ever notice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your secrets I keep, your problems I know&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I say a prayer for you, did you ever notice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All your wants I try to fulfil, everything you ask I will help&lt;br /&gt;I can never say "No" to you, did you ever notice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your achievements I praise, your failures I overlook&lt;br /&gt;Though others laugh or jeer, I don't&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever notice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of that one day, when you'll open your eyes and see&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be there for you, and I hope you'll notice me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Authors Note :&lt;/b&gt; I wrote this ages ago. When i was 14....that's in 1999. Young innocent puppy love. The guy? We ended up as best friends but then drifted apart after 2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Previously Posted/Published in :&lt;/b&gt; http://www.fictionpress.com/~sikepi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9633600-110391407369214857?l=poemdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemdance.blogspot.com/feeds/110391407369214857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9633600&amp;postID=110391407369214857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9633600/posts/default/110391407369214857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9633600/posts/default/110391407369214857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemdance.blogspot.com/2004/12/did-you-ever-notice.html' title='Did You Ever Notice?'/><author><name>Coconut Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16301265963658034009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9633600.post-110370849368201339</id><published>2004-12-22T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T07:30:29.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Fateful Night</title><content type='html'>Not a drop of alcohol passed my lips that night&lt;br /&gt;I told the host I had to go and left them partying till light&lt;br /&gt;As I slowly turned to the right, just a mile away from home&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a car burst through the night&lt;br /&gt;And through the silence came a loud "Boom!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He was drunk," I heard them say,&lt;br /&gt;"As for the girl, oh so very sad"&lt;br /&gt;"She'll never live to see another day",&lt;br /&gt;"That drunk boy, was he mad?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see Mom crying&lt;br /&gt;And Dad looking very, very sad&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could cheer them up by saying,&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to a better place, please don't feel bad"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends, who loved me at all costs,&lt;br /&gt;were at my bed with tears on their faces&lt;br /&gt;Some whom I thought were long lost,&lt;br /&gt;Coming from my past, from different places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said to friends and family by my side&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you for your love so vast,&lt;br /&gt;You've made my life an interesting ride"&lt;br /&gt;And at the bosom where I drew my first breath,&lt;br /&gt;With a smile, I quietly drew my last."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Authors Notes:&lt;/span&gt; This was written quite long ago, some time before my SPM. Someone commented that they've read a similar one. I realized that there are many drunk driving poems out there. And this is something I did write myself. Lets stop drunk driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Previously Posted/Published in :&lt;/b&gt; "Shells Upon The Shore" published by &lt;a href="http://www.poetry.com/"&gt;www.poetry.com&lt;/a&gt;. Also posted in &lt;a href="http://www.fictionpress.com/%7Esikepi"&gt;www.fictionpress.com/~sikepi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9633600-110370849368201339?l=poemdance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poemdance.blogspot.com/feeds/110370849368201339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9633600&amp;postID=110370849368201339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9633600/posts/default/110370849368201339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9633600/posts/default/110370849368201339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poemdance.blogspot.com/2004/12/that-fateful-night.html' title='That Fateful Night'/><author><name>Coconut Ice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16301265963658034009</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
