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Job title
Chairman of the board of Poets of the Jungle: CBPJ
Key responsibilities
To create and publish works of poetry.
Department or workgroup
Department of Choppy Poetry of the Jungle.
Electronic mail address
Saz1907@hotmail.com
Web address
WooDiWooDPecKeR.poet.com
Office phone
We don’t have phones as yet in the Jungle.
Poem: Inspiration
.INSPIRATION
A falling meteor on a starry night
To many is nothing but cosmic fireworks
But I always remember it long after it has ended its flight
It remains in my thoughts although it has burned to the last particle
Many say they are nothing but rock and ice
Which burns with flare providing a rather nice spectacle
But they are wrong, dead wrong
They see only a falling star, a piece of rock
Their minds cannot contemplate the message so strong
Its about life, it's about death
It's about the way you live, the way you strive
The falling meteor could have died silently, with stealth
But even in death it shows life, it burns bright
All of life probably means nothing but the way it ends
For such a piece of rock even the end begins with light
Poem: Over the Top.
Over The Top
The sun was rising when we were in childhood
Our hearts were filled with love hope and good
The journey had just started and a whole life was ahead
We thought we were strong and with pride we led
Thus time passed and there came noon
We thought we were ready but youth came soon
With youth came awareness of selves
Of strength, of beauty, of love, of hatred and above all of ourselves
We fought for control, for prominence and power
Thorns we took and destroyed the flower
Friendship became a commodity, which we easily sold
Oh our innocence, we thought we were clever, we thought we were bold
We were given an opportunity to prove ourselves in the field
Battles we fought and wasted time with sword and shield
Suddenly we are old, and the strength is gone
Heavy feet and weary hearts, for end are a sine qua non
Others will follow our footprints on sands of time
Others will repeat the mistakes, the blunders, rest assure they will ruin their prime
And one day they will wonder where they went wrong
Only memories will remain of how much were they clever of how much were they strong
Beware O young ones don't tread our way
Hold on to friendship and remember each other when you pray
For us it's evening and the sun has dipped low
For us its time to say goodbye, its time to bow
Tomorrow is another day, another life
Only time is our witness as again we prepare to strife
Poem: Crying With the Wind.
Crying With the Wind:
Crying with the wind don’t you feel the pain
Take it all away
Purify the soul, I have sinned again
Raining on the sand
Flowers of the desert are blooming every where
Spring is in my heart, let's go hand in hand
Life is the Sun
Burn the hate away
When you think about it, living is the fun
Purity is snow
Devil is the image in the mirror of my life
But image is illusion that I surely know
It all began a long long time ago. It was the time when dinosaurs ruled the world; all the inferior species were breakfast, lunch or dinner depending on the time of appointment with the dinos. The overall picture was so gloomy that the Creator decided to put some flavor to the dull dishes that the dinos were having (they had no pepper or salt). AND THE CREATOR SAID, "LET THERE BE A WOODI" and that’s how I came to be.
After that it was up to me to create a world of laughter and festivity. As there were no decent living quarters therefore I decided to build some. One needs building materials for building and I decided wood is as good a material as there can be so I started pecking the wood and has been busy doing the same eversince. It was only recently that I remembered my true mission and since we have internet to peck on now therefore I modernised and updated my tools. NOW I PECK ON THE NET.
Another reason for me to come to the net is that humans have started to cut more trees than I could ever peck even if I am allowed to peck for eternity.
PLEASE DON’T CUT TREES
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