@ Lorretta, for whatever it's worth, even if this piece wouldn't make you a Laureate, it snagged a literary brick wall that I've been up against. No one was born a master of the game. It's like a treadmill, no matter how fast you are on it, you never get to the end; u only get stronger and more fit. Keep trying; that's what the best ones always do

@uj_sizzle, thanks for the insight. Quite clear now.

well, I didn't quite get a hold on the first piece, either 'cos of its depth or lack of it. idk. the second Is cool tho

...and poetry just got laid on a death bed,
above which hovers the ecstatic eagles.
should I merry with the birds, or mourn the dead;
or just wave a magic wand and watch as it wriggles?

@fyn gal,
U have liquidated my literary fears;
my once frozen thoughts can now flow
through a poetic duct clogged for years
by that "lil man down d street...everybody's foe".
your words fuse without a seam,
with a rhythm that gets my nod mode activated.
A 5 stars rating is highest, so it seem.
would giving you 6 make you overrated?

lol. Me don't think so. Nice work.

oops! What happened to the 'A'? lol,

A beauty so real
dwells not in the eyes alone,
but in the heart's core.

beauty so real
dwells not in the eyes alone,
but in the heart's core.

[b][/b][b]WHEN TRUTH IS TOLD

let truth be told when lies become old,

when falsehood, my oral cistern can no longer hold;

let the beauty in my eyes reveal its deceptive wile,

when my cozy lips loses its hypnotic smile.

from sole to crown, its been glitz and glamour,

when my soul goes down, so will my feats for armour.



let truth be told when my bones become frail,

when the wind of time blows away my youthful veil;

let your heart be put to test when these truths are told,

perhaps its fiery love would plodly become cold.

my sole to crown you adored with its twinkles,

when my soul goes down, will you abhor its wrinkles?


let truth be told when i walk out through life's doorsill,

when, like other buried treasures, i take a dust-seal;

let not your heart grow weary when these truths are told,

only your sworn oath of love make sure to uphold.

'twas for sole to crown you crossed your heart,

when my soul goes down, until then do us part.

not WHEN TRUTH IS TOLD.

i`m always not able to write when i`m asked to do it, it just flows when the emotional potential is there, point is, my writing is emotionally driven

som1 said in earlier posts dat these 2 writers blong 2 diff genres, n dat has bin confirmd by odaz. On dat ground, i'd say there's no leverage, no yardstick 4 comparisn. Nevadless, i'v read plenty of Grisham's work, n, in my opinion, he's a very good writer. Meanyl, i wnder y queenesthr classified PELICAN BRIEF as 'boring'. . . na wa o. Anyways, havn't bin so in2 sheldon. . . . i'l check him out.