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A Letter for a friend
Friendship is a word that everyone knows. It is a bond built between people of common interests, means several persons who like some familiar likings or hobby get together, get to know each other and do exchanges of what they have and like with each other. Some exchange opinion, some exchange collections and some exchange letters or letter/mail stamps along with those letters. Exchanging letters what they commonly call correspondence can be fun. One can narrate whatever one think of saying orfeels. Some narration can come out simple and easy to understand and some can come out complicated. Some are sent discreetly, closed in an envelope and some are sent in an unsealed envelope and some are even sent to public medias like newspaper or magazine as, what is called, an open letter. If we speak about the contents of letters, we will not able to end it in a day. Now, below is shown a simple example of an "open letter" with a short but tiring content:
A poem from a friend
The gifts I'd leave beneath your tree,
Aren't those that you can touch or see,
Not wrapped in Christmas tissue gay
But gifts to bless you every day
The gift of friendship warm and true,
Is one that I would leave for you
Good health and happiness and cheer
To keep you smiling through the year
The gift of peace that comes from God,
With prayer to guide each path you trod
And when your heart has lost its song
The gift of hope to cheer you on
These are the gifts I'd leave for you ''
A poem like above which came from a friend, who called himself Mike from Chicago though one can doubt the truth in it, whether it was really his name or not, can really sooth a cloudy heart and it can give or reflect a feeling like expressed in one of Metallica's song titled "Nothing else matter" which lyrics go like:
" so close no matter how far, couldn't much more from the heart, forever trust in who we are and nothing else matters... Trust I seek and I find in you etc, etc, etc,".
Words, if composed and arranged into sentences, using sentimental and descriptive adjectives to give attributes to the meanings of the expressions, though many times some practical minds find them sloppy or touchy, can produce possibly good psychological effects as those kind of poems can help persons to develop self-confidence. One who is gifted with the talent of composing such kind of poem will surely have a lot to say about what he writes. And some can even make you think and feel that you, too, can write the same.
When your brain is blotted
You sit for hours by table with a piece of paper and a pencil to write something, and yet nothing seem to come your mind, what do you do?
Some solutions can be produced simply by looking around you, either a photograph on the wall or an empty chair in some corner of your room or even a sleeping pet or a crawling lizard on the wall that goes "ck...ck..ck..".
Inspiration can be found just anywhere, at anytime, anyhow like " I saw a cat sitting on the aluminium roof of the neighbour's garage. It seems to be having its siesta in the late afternoon as the sun was beginning to set to the west to pay its daily visit to the other side of the globe. Suddenly, the cat jerked as a slim, young blonde girl passed by. The cat looked down and its eyes followed direction where the blonde was going. As it was fixing its stare, the son of the owner of the garage threw a ball onto the roof, then "meeeoow" screeched the cat...etc, etc, etc". You see, it is just that simple and easy. The world has many ways to unblot the human's mind, to help human to be creative and remain creative. Even in daily activities of one ownself with his environment can give lots of inspiration.
Don't you be disheartened whenever you feel that your brain or mind is blotted. Just think or feel or simply make a gesture, the inspiration will come to you.
Can this be a plagiarism?
Below is poem which was written in Port Louis, Mauritius on 11 September 2012 at 00.20 AM Mauritius time by me in form of a manuscript. Now the question that comes to my mind is whether the poem is originally and authentically mine or just some sort of "a revelation" of an already existing poem written by someone else unknown and unrecognized sometime in the past, as it is known among the Bible believers, the existence of "a dark lady rejected into the wilderness who has access to Ancient Ages". It would be good if nobody had written the poem below, then it will make that poem originally mine. But if ever that I have unpurposely plagiarising, how can I find the original writer of the poem below? So it is as follows:
A mug of hot coffee
Versus a piece of toffee
In a cold winter night
Should give a feeling so right
Curl in front of a TV
Watch a show of one's favour
Without heart of envy
About someone else's devour
As ears overhears
The bounty of someone else's rears
Eyes stare onto the screen dreamily
Body plants on the couch comfortable
Heart sways to the music romantically
Would not even hear a door bangs loudly
TV stands for television
A magic box of illusion
Created by dream-makers they are
Diffused through lines and antennas from afar
Speak about tele, speak about vision
One ends up seeing flashbacks by the eons
Agnes and her IT intruders
Agnes was a simple middle-aged woman. She had a set of computer. Everyday she used to make herself busy with her shallow informatics knowledge. It was either writing some notes using Microsoft Wordpad, or editing photographs and uploaded them to her social web-pages in some of social network websites. Then from time to time her computer system was disturbed. She did not have the high-tech and sophisticated security system to protect it, only a Free-version Anti-virus software which she read was heavily pirated by many parties, but she handled them in her own primitive way by simply pushing the reset button or cutting the electric power supply. Someone suggested a "UPS" which is "Uninterruptable Power Supply" but she said it would be of no use when what she needed was to cut-off the supply and not the contrary. Instead she provided herself with a "shock-breaker", suggested by an acquaintance after she was explained that with that "breaker" the electric current shock to the computer could be decreased.
One day a friend of hers came to visit her and they were talking about just that, and about the possibilities of seeking law-aids to catch those intruders and make them pay "mise-en-demeure" or "lost-or-damage-cost". Then came to a question what if the guilty is abroad, and Agnes was not intelligent, so naively she replied:" The cost to sue them is greater than the lost I might suffer. The great God will make them pay with His magic. People like them can only be dealt by using magic."
The day one's wants to playAs the morning rises everyday, one would get up either lazily or fully energetic.... Some would fall into silence and some would hear the morning echos of the sound of the early activities as well as the sound of his own mind. As we see the world, moves towards many directions, one can take them easily while others might go up to the clouds, either riding the cool breeze or grabbing the thunder, sending lightnings. The outcome of all these is obtained either during the middle of
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