If By Rudyard




If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!


EVIL By John Richardson


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Evil, what is it, do you really know?
They say it’s bad and harmful but is that its only goal?
If it serves no greater purpose in this universe of ours
Then why does God allow it with all his omnipotent powers?

Is evil really just a marker of free will?
Or is it an agent of change come the status quo to kill?
Is it a blackness that blights the human heart as it causes pain and scars?
Or is it just the darkness that allows us to see the stars?

It is a catalyst that causes a chain reaction?
Or a sinful fall from grace that causes good’s redaction?
Does it light the way of angels so they know where not to go?
Or is it just God’s shadow and the shadow of the good God has bestowed?

Is it some sort of test to help God select just the best?
Or a form of discipline like cracking knuckles on a desk?
If God has found evil necessary it must be part of human destiny
And an important lesson for us to learn while we’re still here at God’s knee

~ John Richardson Admin At Poetry Light

Tired by Shel Silverstein




I’ve been working so hard you just wouldn’t believe,

And I’m tired!

There’s so little time and so much to achieve,…

And I’m tired!

I’ve been lying here holding the grass in its place,

Pressing a leaf with the side of my face,

Tasting the apples to see if they’re sweet,

Counting the toes on a centipede’s feet.

I’ve been memorizing the shape of that cloud,

Warning the robins to not chirp so loud,

Shooing the butterflies off the tomatoes,

Keeping an eye out for floods and tornadoes.

I’ve been supervising the work of the ants

And thinking of pruning the cantaloupe plants,

Calling the fish to swim into my nets,

And I’ve taken twelve thousand and forty-one breaths,

And I’m TIRED!

The People Between The Borders ~ John Richardson



The people between the borders
Yes, that’s who we are
We like to think our minds are piercing and probing
But they really can’t wander that far

Because we’re stuck between the borders
Like the pages inside of a book
We race from cover to cover
But that’s as far as we’re able to look

We live in a bubble of space and time
Without knowing what lies beyond
Just floating and bobbing at the end of our line
While time moves relentlessly on

As we float along in the river of now
Wondering when it began and will end
It’s a good idea to let your head bow
And to utter an occasional amen

We may not know where space ends
Or what’s on the other side
But we know we know not how to untie the knot
And that the answers don’t lie here inside

A mystery of power and loving grace
Brings truth for all who are willing to face
That our limited minds can’t alone the path trod
Beyond the borders to the invisible God

By John Richardson

Life Of A Writer (Happy Birthday Edna Ferber)


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“Life can’t ever really defeat a writer who is in love with writing, for life itself is a writer’s lover until death – fascinating, cruel, lavish, warm, cold, treacherous, constant.”
― Edna Ferber

Happy Birthday Edna Ferber

Happy Birthday Edna Ferber

Edna Ferber was born on 15th August in 1887 in Kalamazoo, Michigan. — in Kalamazoo, MI.

Happy Friendship Day




Friend we are, forever friends we’ll be
Where we are, you’re rigth beside me

I hope we stay friends till the end if time
And where ever that is
Our friendship will shine

     You mean the world to me 
     I hope the same with you
     You’re always helping me 
     What ever it takes you’ll do

Now that we’re growing older
Changing our ways
I know we cant loose our friendship
I hope I never see that day

     So to everyone of my friends
     You mean the world to me
     Friends we are, forever friend we’ll be 


I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings


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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.


But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom

The free bird thinks of another breeze
an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

Maya Angelou


Book Review – Digital Fortress (By Dan Brown)


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Digital Fortress

The Story is about ‘How the Head of an underground Security Agency (NSA) loses his Mind while chasing an unbreakable Code Algorithm only to find that it was all a Trap set by Mr. Ensei Tankado to make the Agency reveal their Machine that breaks into Public emails & other Private things.

Mr. Ensei Tankado traps the NSA by making them believe that he has developed an impossible algorithm which can’t be broken even by TRANSLTR (The Machine NSA uses to break into computers, emails all over the world).

Ensei Tankado is murdered by NSA’s Commander Strathmore and the assassin Strathmore has hired is not able to get him the Passkey. Strathmore sends Mr. David, who’s a Teacher, to Spain to get him the Passkey.

David is boyfriend of Miss Susan Fletcher who is a Cryptographer at NSA. Actually Strathmore has always been in love with Miss Susan. Now Strathmore plays a “Single-Arrow & Two-Hits” game. He’ll get the passkey & will eliminate Mr. David, thinking Susan will be all his after death of her boyfriend.

So much happens inside NSA that Strathmore has to kill two of Sys-Secs, Mr. Greg Hale & Mr. Phil Chatrukian. Both of them had tried to destroy Strathmore’s dream.

Rest is the story about how David gets the passkey, how he keeps himself from getting killed by Strathmore’s hired assassin. And how Susan gets to know all of Strathmore’s secret plans…
At Last how Susan & David help NSA save their Databank from Mr. Tankado’s Virus.

Well, let me say, it’s a great Love Story 🙂