Pensive and Scared

hermione
A spontaneous poem I wrote about feeling scared while reading WikiLeaks!

Will my tears be all washed away sometimes soon?
Pensively, I express random words here and there…
Pensively those I often love to say and keep
All things that I have had in my mind for years

All along, to escape when the news shows-up
Paranoia will always be there on my heavy back
Here with me too keep me going scared but cautiously
With tremendous fear, I often tremble ever so much,
When I encounter while reading these damn WikiLeaks

by Hermione (me)
Copyright © 2005-2011
by LuVhermit @ 2011-04-06 – 17:37:59
LH

Undeserving Pity

pity

The wonderful part of our happiness or misery in life depends on our dispositions and not our circumstances, because we can make things happen for the better…

Very fast people learnt about pity, when they get sympathy, and what it was like to be in other people’s shoes, or on the other end of the line. I do know that lessons can’t be learnt in lecture halls from people that have been there with an amazing experience they lived through in the past.

And of course those who spread betrayal of trust, ignite fire to kill, and death out of hatred for the prosperity of others are undeserving of pity…. what you think? Am I right or not?

Sorry – but I can’t get enough compassion for pitifulness because there’s always a way to get out of misery without wrong doings!!

LH

Bouquet of Flowers (poem)

As often as we can, my friends and I start a small poem that becomes bigger by adding their own words, here’s my part to spread peace and love…

bouquet

In my hands,
I have a huge bouquet of flowers
One for you and one for my mother

In my heart,
I have lots of love and power
to grant sweetness for you to shower

In my colour chart,
There are so many shades and tones
only to please everyone on every hour

LH

Uploaded by LuVHermit on May 11, 2011

The piano is played by me (Hermione)

A visual with the poem
http://youtu.be/F9eA40WzP7k

The Moon Glare (poem)

Time for a small poem in reply to Yubin’s thought: The phrase “blue moon”

 

The moon glare

 

How is time seen and well endured,
when light runs faster than thoughts?
How is it possible to enjoy night more,
because we love its inspired calmness?
So that night, the moon’s glare was blue,
as in time of the season it was all due!

Hermione

Video of the poem
The Moon Glare (poem & piano by Hermione)
http://vimeo.com/73672043