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Sunday, August 7, 2011

The Love Story


‘A list of thought provoking comments and questions on love’

• The story of the average young searching for love is both confusing and mixed up, but who says that's the way it always have to be...

• Why do you have to make all the wrong selections before arriving at the right one?

Desperate for love we accept God’s reject...

Why so many people in love aren’t willing to forgive each other?

Love makes communication easier; disrespect makes it harder...

The word love means a whole lot of different things to different people and to the same people at times...

Loneliness should not be your main reason to seek love or a companion...

If the mind loves misery it will not find comfort anywhere else...

There is an element of ‘love’ which says, ‘taken for granted’...

Whatever you love sometimes you want more of, I wonder whether that is the case for those who love the poor?

You will do for love what you believe is impossible for everything else.

A love quest often leaves the chased and the chaser blind to others... 

When a child loves you he/she believes you are perfect, but as they grow older we teach them to look for faults and hold on to them...

Love is very encouraging to the heart...

My BEST days are the ones I gave love without partiality.

Dog Quarrel

In the still of the night

The cry of grey hounds filled the air

A fierce quarrel among the beasts

Bark, bark, everywhere

They all were speaking at the same time

So what the other said, I could not hear

Brutal, heated words, they were not clear

You dare not grab a dog by its ear



Though they were near, a distant away

I would not dare, I would not dare

A bite may be better than a bark from the beasts

They quarreled louder dangerously quiet a tease

Like pairs of ferocious women

Bitterly they tore each others’ flesh with growls

Barking the clouds from out the sky

No neighbour to calm this flood of fire



Acrimonious sound bites

‘Brown dawg!’

A fight ensued, I knew it

The quarrel wouldn’t last

Midnight only a distant past

Skimpily clod

I knew I had to



Sweep for my sleep

I grabbed the broom, dashed from the room

Breathing heavily

Blood was in my eyes

Too long, in the middle of the streets

A grave wrong had robbed my sleep

I rushed outside so fast

Two huge stones followed me


I tossed the stones and I wielded my broom

The sacred angry dog pack rapidly dispersed

Leaving a wounded lying still

He was too badly bitten

One quarrel

One fight

One sacrifice

Dogs short of fence

Owners starved of sense

Must a child now pay?