<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19482798</id><updated>2012-01-30T22:35:56.586+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rhyme All The Way</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19482798/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>delson roche</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117712022310196950323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ztti_OVsaBk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/DExOyWG0Src/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19482798.post-113933555401071972</id><published>2006-02-07T23:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-10T12:06:35.700+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Angel On Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/earphone1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/200/earphone1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/earphone1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing under the shade of a Oak tree,&lt;br /&gt;She looked so gorgeous and carefree,&lt;br /&gt;Every time I look at her, my heart jumps with glee,&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could be her Honey and she my bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked so innocent and naive,&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes darker than a deep cave,&lt;br /&gt;Lush hair curled like a sea wave,&lt;br /&gt;I looked at her and a smile I gave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a little shy but she returned the smile,&lt;br /&gt;A sight so exquisite, one could see from a mile,&lt;br /&gt;A look at her was like drinking a elixir filled vile,&lt;br /&gt;I gave her a hug without waiting for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kissed my eyes and her lips were so cold,&lt;br /&gt;Her cheeks were like soft clay mold,&lt;br /&gt;For me she is more precious than a mountain of gold,&lt;br /&gt;After all she is my sister’s six year old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19482798-113933555401071972?l=delson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delson.blogspot.com/feeds/113933555401071972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19482798&amp;postID=113933555401071972&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19482798/posts/default/113933555401071972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19482798/posts/default/113933555401071972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delson.blogspot.com/2006/02/angel-on-earth.html' title='Angel On Earth'/><author><name>delson roche</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117712022310196950323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ztti_OVsaBk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/DExOyWG0Src/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19482798.post-113734694733377978</id><published>2006-01-15T23:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-10T12:06:35.631+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Treasure Island</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/Resize_of_DSC01113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/200/Resize_of_DSC01113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the month of May,&lt;br /&gt;I was walking along a bay,&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I found a hidden way,&lt;br /&gt;At the end of which, a box lay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering a story my mama told&lt;br /&gt;Imagined it to be full of gold,&lt;br /&gt;Made myself a bit more bold,&lt;br /&gt;But still my hands were very cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buried in some stones the box was laid,&lt;br /&gt;Dug it out with my spade,&lt;br /&gt;Cut it open with my blade,&lt;br /&gt;With cardboard it was made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The box was light, but hard,&lt;br /&gt;Coated with a little lard,&lt;br /&gt;Opened it up taking guard,&lt;br /&gt;In it I found my brothers report card.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19482798-113734694733377978?l=delson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delson.blogspot.com/feeds/113734694733377978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19482798&amp;postID=113734694733377978&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19482798/posts/default/113734694733377978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19482798/posts/default/113734694733377978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delson.blogspot.com/2006/01/treasure-island.html' title='Treasure Island'/><author><name>delson roche</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117712022310196950323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ztti_OVsaBk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/DExOyWG0Src/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19482798.post-113734663004509292</id><published>2006-01-15T22:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-10T12:06:35.568+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thoughtless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/fish.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/200/fish.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought, I thought, I thought,&lt;br /&gt;I ran I thought, I swam I thought,&lt;br /&gt;I walked I thought I, talked I thought,&lt;br /&gt;I thought, I thought, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;I Limped, I thought, I jumped I thought,&lt;br /&gt;I prayed I thought, I frayed I thought,&lt;br /&gt;I thought, I thought, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;I laughed, I thought, I puffed I thought,&lt;br /&gt;I mowed I thought, I rowed I thought&lt;br /&gt;I thought, I thought, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;I paid I thought, I played I thought,&lt;br /&gt;I wept I thought, I swept I thought.&lt;br /&gt;I thought, I thought, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;And then I thought, what I thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19482798-113734663004509292?l=delson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delson.blogspot.com/feeds/113734663004509292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19482798&amp;postID=113734663004509292&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19482798/posts/default/113734663004509292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19482798/posts/default/113734663004509292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delson.blogspot.com/2006/01/thoughtless.html' title='Thoughtless'/><author><name>delson roche</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117712022310196950323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ztti_OVsaBk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/DExOyWG0Src/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19482798.post-113611599424428632</id><published>2006-01-01T17:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-10T12:06:35.461+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Recipe For Disaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/darsydney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/200/darsydney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thick smoke has engulfed my house,&lt;br /&gt;Waking up my sleeping spouse,&lt;br /&gt;I was running around looking for something to douse,&lt;br /&gt;First time I had seen something scarier than marriage vows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smoke started to turn into fire,&lt;br /&gt;Engulfing the curtains, I had bought on hire,&lt;br /&gt;The flames started growing higher and higher&lt;br /&gt;The consequences of which would be dire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house was slowly turning into a bing,&lt;br /&gt;And every second passing was like a bee sting,&lt;br /&gt;But then my heart started to sing,&lt;br /&gt;When I heard the Bells of the fire engine ring,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw my wife coming towards me like a teg,&lt;br /&gt;Shaped like a barrel, or more like a keg.&lt;br /&gt;I was expecting a kick form her big fat leg,&lt;br /&gt;Instead she said " Next time tell me, when you try to cook a egg"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19482798-113611599424428632?l=delson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delson.blogspot.com/feeds/113611599424428632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19482798&amp;postID=113611599424428632&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19482798/posts/default/113611599424428632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19482798/posts/default/113611599424428632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delson.blogspot.com/2006/01/recipe-for-disaster.html' title='Recipe For Disaster'/><author><name>delson roche</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117712022310196950323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ztti_OVsaBk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/DExOyWG0Src/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19482798.post-113593030451147962</id><published>2005-12-30T13:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-10T12:06:35.378+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ride Of My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/DSC00255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/200/DSC00255.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy was a cute little boy,&lt;br /&gt;Not well built, but shaped like a Koi,&lt;br /&gt;Living in his own world with a toy,&lt;br /&gt;A little doll, that gave him lots of joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew Billy as a very good friend,&lt;br /&gt;Usually drove with him until the highway bend,&lt;br /&gt;A feeble little boy who, could not defend,&lt;br /&gt;Ask for help and his right hand he would extend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I plan to drive in my pick-up car,&lt;br /&gt;My pet sedan, which I named ' Highway star'.&lt;br /&gt;Drive around the park, not very far,&lt;br /&gt;And have a drink, in the coffee bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said to Billy " Hop in the car lad"&lt;br /&gt;We were going for a drive like we always had,&lt;br /&gt;But then what I heard drove me mad,&lt;br /&gt;"I’m busy for the drive," said my dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19482798-113593030451147962?l=delson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delson.blogspot.com/feeds/113593030451147962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19482798&amp;postID=113593030451147962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19482798/posts/default/113593030451147962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19482798/posts/default/113593030451147962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delson.blogspot.com/2005/12/ride-of-my-life.html' title='Ride Of My Life'/><author><name>delson roche</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117712022310196950323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ztti_OVsaBk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/DExOyWG0Src/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19482798.post-113533132459788923</id><published>2005-12-23T15:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-10T12:06:35.300+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Humble Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/ship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/200/ship.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried and prayed to the lord&lt;br /&gt;Like a baby with a just broken umbilical chord&lt;br /&gt;Hoping my prayer would give the expected reward,&lt;br /&gt;Which was neither a diamond nor a golden rod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayers were heavy and intense,&lt;br /&gt;Which always are when I am tense,&lt;br /&gt;And god finally decided to end all the nonsense,&lt;br /&gt;By standing in front of me and showing his presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked, " Is this something to do with your last wish"&lt;br /&gt;You had asked for a wife, when I offered you a golden fish,&lt;br /&gt;Even refusing a endless supply of your favourite dish,&lt;br /&gt;The words form his lips were coming like swish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, " Please take back this wife of twenty"&lt;br /&gt;I prefer staying alone till I am seventy,&lt;br /&gt;To which god replied " sorry son that I can’t guarantee"&lt;br /&gt;Since when I send them I don’t give a warranty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19482798-113533132459788923?l=delson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delson.blogspot.com/feeds/113533132459788923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19482798&amp;postID=113533132459788923&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19482798/posts/default/113533132459788923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19482798/posts/default/113533132459788923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delson.blogspot.com/2005/12/humble-prayer.html' title='A Humble Prayer'/><author><name>delson roche</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117712022310196950323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ztti_OVsaBk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/DExOyWG0Src/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19482798.post-113444823484930249</id><published>2005-12-13T09:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-10T12:06:35.169+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Piggy Bank</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/New%20Image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/200/New%20Image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking in the rain&lt;br /&gt;All my efforts had been in vain,&lt;br /&gt;With only loss and no gain,&lt;br /&gt;All my money had gone down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fore every penny lost my heart pauses,&lt;br /&gt;So now I stopped counting the losses,&lt;br /&gt;But how can I forget the silly causes,&lt;br /&gt;Now I'll go home and listen to Gun's n roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am totally broke,&lt;br /&gt;Seeing me even a frog wont croak,&lt;br /&gt;If I don't act before I soak,&lt;br /&gt;People will make me a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough troubles I already had,&lt;br /&gt;Now before my miseries start to add,&lt;br /&gt;Or even before I start to turn mad,&lt;br /&gt;I better say " give me some money dad."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19482798-113444823484930249?l=delson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delson.blogspot.com/feeds/113444823484930249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19482798&amp;postID=113444823484930249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19482798/posts/default/113444823484930249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19482798/posts/default/113444823484930249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delson.blogspot.com/2005/12/piggy-bank.html' title='Piggy Bank'/><author><name>delson roche</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117712022310196950323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ztti_OVsaBk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/DExOyWG0Src/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19482798.post-113444495563185140</id><published>2005-12-13T08:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-10T12:06:35.108+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Curse Of A Nation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/DSC00212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/200/DSC00212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is rich but acts poor,&lt;br /&gt;He has a car that's for sure,&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time he is on a tour,&lt;br /&gt;Around aristocrats he'll hover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes he acts funny and crazy,&lt;br /&gt;But most of the time he is lazy,&lt;br /&gt;Staying only in places which are cozy,&lt;br /&gt;He always acts like he is very busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He earns money, by being cunning&lt;br /&gt;Behind wealth he keeps running,&lt;br /&gt;Living by making a honest earning,&lt;br /&gt;Is some thing he'll never start learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the head of every association,&lt;br /&gt;Ad he doesn't take any suggestion,&lt;br /&gt;He makes money vanish like a magician,&lt;br /&gt;This is a short introduction of our beloved Politician.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19482798-113444495563185140?l=delson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delson.blogspot.com/feeds/113444495563185140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19482798&amp;postID=113444495563185140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19482798/posts/default/113444495563185140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19482798/posts/default/113444495563185140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delson.blogspot.com/2005/12/curse-of-nation.html' title='Curse Of A Nation'/><author><name>delson roche</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117712022310196950323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ztti_OVsaBk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/DExOyWG0Src/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19482798.post-113439439076829957</id><published>2005-12-12T18:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-10T12:06:35.039+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rain Drops Keep Falling on my.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/merb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/200/merb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the tiny raindrop fell on my nose,&lt;br /&gt;I stopped watering my garden with the hose,&lt;br /&gt;My garden filled with flowers like Lily and rose,&lt;br /&gt;Can make anyone stand on their toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all of a suddenly it started to pour cats and dogs,&lt;br /&gt;Drenching my years supply of fire wood logs,&lt;br /&gt;People walking for shelter began to jog,&lt;br /&gt;The only creature not troubled was a dirty little hog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today nature had done my every-day's job,&lt;br /&gt;Watering the lilies and the tree of cob,&lt;br /&gt;Now I'll fry some ham on the hob,&lt;br /&gt;And then start to tune the T.V. knob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard some noise from the garden which I dote,&lt;br /&gt;I rushed there hoping not to see a goat,&lt;br /&gt;Instead I found my sister in a moat&lt;br /&gt;Watering the garden wearing my raincoat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19482798-113439439076829957?l=delson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delson.blogspot.com/feeds/113439439076829957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19482798&amp;postID=113439439076829957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19482798/posts/default/113439439076829957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19482798/posts/default/113439439076829957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delson.blogspot.com/2005/12/rain-drops-keep-falling-on-my.html' title='Rain Drops Keep Falling on my.....'/><author><name>delson roche</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117712022310196950323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ztti_OVsaBk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/DExOyWG0Src/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19482798.post-113439315376235919</id><published>2005-12-12T18:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-10T12:06:34.961+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Ambition In Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/mom%20in%20goa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/200/mom%20in%20goa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When My mom asked me " What you'd Like to be son?"&lt;br /&gt;I said I'll be an astronaut and go to the sun,&lt;br /&gt;Or I'll be a weightlifter and lift one ton,&lt;br /&gt;Or I'll be a baker and bake fresh hot bun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my brother asked "what you'd like to be brother?"&lt;br /&gt;I said I'll make quilts of cotton and feather,&lt;br /&gt;Or I'll make jackets of fine silk and leather,&lt;br /&gt;Or I'll be a meteorologist and predict weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my sister asked " what you'd like to be young man?"&lt;br /&gt;I said I'll make or repair ceiling fan,&lt;br /&gt;Or I'll make lotions for people who tan,&lt;br /&gt;Or I'll be a driver and drive a truck or a van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my dad said "decide and tell what you'll be my child"&lt;br /&gt;I thought and thought my thoughts ran far and wide,&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts were hard but my face looked mild,&lt;br /&gt;When I replied " I'll spend all the money which you have piled"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19482798-113439315376235919?l=delson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delson.blogspot.com/feeds/113439315376235919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19482798&amp;postID=113439315376235919&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19482798/posts/default/113439315376235919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19482798/posts/default/113439315376235919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delson.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-ambition-in-life.html' title='My Ambition In Life.'/><author><name>delson roche</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117712022310196950323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ztti_OVsaBk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/DExOyWG0Src/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19482798.post-113439233939886416</id><published>2005-12-12T18:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-10T12:06:34.898+05:30</updated><title type='text'>All For A Small Cause</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/DSC00081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/200/DSC00081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was driving down the street,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering where to give her the treat,&lt;br /&gt;Should it be a dinner or just a sweet,&lt;br /&gt;Making her happy was really a big feat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I turned left, down the road,&lt;br /&gt;I changed my thinking mode,&lt;br /&gt;These women I felt lack code,&lt;br /&gt;Understanding them is really a big load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first met her, when she asked me for a lift,&lt;br /&gt;So to make her happy better give her a gift,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking this I started driving in a swift,&lt;br /&gt;Before our relationship could drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are wondering whom I am talking about,&lt;br /&gt;Its certainly my wife, without any doubt,&lt;br /&gt;Do you know why she is acting like a lout?&lt;br /&gt;It's because I said "you're a little stout."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19482798-113439233939886416?l=delson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delson.blogspot.com/feeds/113439233939886416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19482798&amp;postID=113439233939886416&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19482798/posts/default/113439233939886416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19482798/posts/default/113439233939886416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delson.blogspot.com/2005/12/all-for-small-cause.html' title='All For A Small Cause'/><author><name>delson roche</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117712022310196950323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ztti_OVsaBk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/DExOyWG0Src/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19482798.post-113439130203682406</id><published>2005-12-12T17:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-10T12:06:34.836+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Garden Of Eden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/dar%20reading.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/200/dar%20reading.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in my garden, plucking the blossoms,&lt;br /&gt;When my eye fell on a rose so red and awesome,&lt;br /&gt;It spoke to me and said it was feeling lonesome,&lt;br /&gt;So I picked it up and kept close to my bosom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It said you are sweet and kind,&lt;br /&gt;My thorns may hurt you, but please don't mind&lt;br /&gt;So I replied "A rose like you I'll never Find"&lt;br /&gt;Whose petals with gold are lined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said to the rose, your perfume I wanna smell,&lt;br /&gt;And get the feeling of falling in a bottomless well,&lt;br /&gt;And listen to the sound of my heads ringing bell,&lt;br /&gt;As I said this the rose from my hand fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rose started moaning in pain,&lt;br /&gt;Its sound was louder, than the whistle of a train,&lt;br /&gt;By then I heard some noise that sounded like rain,&lt;br /&gt;But It was my wife shouting " You're drunk again!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19482798-113439130203682406?l=delson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delson.blogspot.com/feeds/113439130203682406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19482798&amp;postID=113439130203682406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19482798/posts/default/113439130203682406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19482798/posts/default/113439130203682406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delson.blogspot.com/2005/12/garden-of-eden.html' title='Garden Of Eden'/><author><name>delson roche</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117712022310196950323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ztti_OVsaBk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/DExOyWG0Src/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19482798.post-113437934101602728</id><published>2005-12-12T14:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-10T12:06:34.775+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Longest Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/DSC00375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/200/DSC00375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As on my bed I lay,&lt;br /&gt;I was woken by the suns first ray,&lt;br /&gt;This was going to be my first day,&lt;br /&gt;The day I was waiting for is come today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take a walk on the beach sand,&lt;br /&gt;With my Walkman playing a rock n roll band,&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday some thing happened totally unplanned,&lt;br /&gt;I had won the lottery of a Million grand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as I drive to receive the prize,&lt;br /&gt;With my eager wide open eyes,&lt;br /&gt;My excitement is on a rise,&lt;br /&gt;My life had finally played the big dice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The though of money made me drool,&lt;br /&gt;I entered the office and kept my cool,&lt;br /&gt;I was offered a seat and I sat on a stool&lt;br /&gt;Then out came my friends and said "April Fool"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19482798-113437934101602728?l=delson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delson.blogspot.com/feeds/113437934101602728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19482798&amp;postID=113437934101602728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19482798/posts/default/113437934101602728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19482798/posts/default/113437934101602728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delson.blogspot.com/2005/12/longest-day.html' title='The Longest Day'/><author><name>delson roche</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117712022310196950323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ztti_OVsaBk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/DExOyWG0Src/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19482798.post-113437762316716914</id><published>2005-12-12T13:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-10T12:06:34.714+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Twisted Tale Of A Housewife</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/fishing.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/200/fishing.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my boat, I row down the calm lake,&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the ripples caused by my boats wake,&lt;br /&gt;The hard heart in me becomes soft like a cake,&lt;br /&gt;What serenity around me, which no man can make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a gust of wind blew across my boat,&lt;br /&gt;Bowing my hair and my coat,&lt;br /&gt;I take a fresh look at the lake which I dote,&lt;br /&gt;And see a man in who's hands a fishing rod tote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a pity to hook a jolly good fish,&lt;br /&gt;A free swimming creature ends up on a dish,&lt;br /&gt;When they swim in their water they looks so swish,&lt;br /&gt;Their death comes even without a last wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the fish I hope this man meets his end,&lt;br /&gt;For hooking poor little fish, who cannot defend,&lt;br /&gt;In anger a bunch of curses I decided to send,&lt;br /&gt;But soon realised that he was my dear husband.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19482798-113437762316716914?l=delson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delson.blogspot.com/feeds/113437762316716914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19482798&amp;postID=113437762316716914&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19482798/posts/default/113437762316716914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19482798/posts/default/113437762316716914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delson.blogspot.com/2005/12/twisted-tale-of-housewife.html' title='Twisted Tale Of A Housewife'/><author><name>delson roche</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117712022310196950323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ztti_OVsaBk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/DExOyWG0Src/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19482798.post-113437464772330190</id><published>2005-12-12T13:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-10T12:06:34.652+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Flight of Icarus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/200/Image028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was going to be my first trip by flight,&lt;br /&gt;And the look on my face Wasn't a pretty sight,&lt;br /&gt;The very thought of flying at a height,&lt;br /&gt;Made me heavy and my stomach light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although my flight wouldn't be very long&lt;br /&gt;Flying for me is harder than listening to a sad song,&lt;br /&gt;And what will happen if any thing goes wrong,&lt;br /&gt;At this very thought my head felt like a gong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting at home I was waiting for time to pass,&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid and my body stiff like brass&lt;br /&gt;In case I fall, I hope I fall on grass,&lt;br /&gt;And hoped that the air would lift my mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With fear I started to sweat and cry,&lt;br /&gt;My mom came and asked me why,&lt;br /&gt;And when I replied "I'm scared to be High"&lt;br /&gt;She said " It happens to all Birds when they learn to fly"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19482798-113437464772330190?l=delson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delson.blogspot.com/feeds/113437464772330190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19482798&amp;postID=113437464772330190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19482798/posts/default/113437464772330190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19482798/posts/default/113437464772330190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delson.blogspot.com/2005/12/flight-of-icarus.html' title='The Flight of Icarus.'/><author><name>delson roche</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117712022310196950323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ztti_OVsaBk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/DExOyWG0Src/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19482798.post-113437383957374135</id><published>2005-12-12T13:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-10T12:06:34.583+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Sixth Sense</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/DSC00049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" height="158" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/200/DSC00049.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was dark and cold,&lt;br /&gt;To step out of the house one had to be bold,&lt;br /&gt;Although my house was haunted and old,&lt;br /&gt;"Stay in" that's what I was told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard my Grandma call me downstairs,&lt;br /&gt;She was nice, but her voice was like a bear,&lt;br /&gt;Her face was full of wrinkles and her head had no hair,&lt;br /&gt;And it was she who looked after me and took my care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me " Son go out and check the noise"&lt;br /&gt;It certainly wasn't coming from my toys,&lt;br /&gt;So there was only one choice,&lt;br /&gt;It must have been the neighborhood boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stepped out of the house I heard two children boast,&lt;br /&gt;I thought ill call them and give them toast,&lt;br /&gt;So I went near them like a perfect host,&lt;br /&gt;But at my sight they ran off shouting " Ghost"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19482798-113437383957374135?l=delson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delson.blogspot.com/feeds/113437383957374135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19482798&amp;postID=113437383957374135&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19482798/posts/default/113437383957374135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19482798/posts/default/113437383957374135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delson.blogspot.com/2005/12/sixth-sense.html' title='The Sixth Sense'/><author><name>delson roche</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117712022310196950323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ztti_OVsaBk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/DExOyWG0Src/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19482798.post-113437316814717486</id><published>2005-12-12T12:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-10T12:06:34.519+05:30</updated><title type='text'>All In a Day's Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/DSC00105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/200/DSC00105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five young men were walking down the street,&lt;br /&gt;Their Dress looked, new, very tidy and neat,&lt;br /&gt;Their Steps seemed to follow a particular beat,&lt;br /&gt;It appeared that they were back form some feat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered, why were they so happy and gay,&lt;br /&gt;Is it because they had received their pay,&lt;br /&gt;Or just because it was the month of May,&lt;br /&gt;And when I asked this is what they had to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One said that he had just won a million buck,&lt;br /&gt;The other had just bought a farm of duck,&lt;br /&gt;The third had won a contract to supply puck,&lt;br /&gt;The fourth said he had got all the worlds luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all four of them said that they endorse,&lt;br /&gt;That the fifth one was luck's source&lt;br /&gt;and before the word "why" from my mouth could force,&lt;br /&gt;They all said " He just got a Divorce"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19482798-113437316814717486?l=delson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delson.blogspot.com/feeds/113437316814717486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19482798&amp;postID=113437316814717486&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19482798/posts/default/113437316814717486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19482798/posts/default/113437316814717486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delson.blogspot.com/2005/12/all-in-days-work.html' title='All In a Day&apos;s Work'/><author><name>delson roche</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117712022310196950323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ztti_OVsaBk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/DExOyWG0Src/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19482798.post-113392908690137618</id><published>2005-12-07T09:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-10T12:06:34.409+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rhyme Of An Ancient Mariner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/DSC00010.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" height="163" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/200/DSC00010.jpg" width="207" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waved at the boat as she started to sail,&lt;br /&gt;Her speed no greater than that of a snail,&lt;br /&gt;In the bright water, filled with sharks and whale&lt;br /&gt;My boat looked sturdy but pale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the gentle winds carried her on,&lt;br /&gt;I recollect my sailing days so long gone,&lt;br /&gt;Today here I am standing on the lawn&lt;br /&gt;And launching my boat 'St. John'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the gentle waves she started to roll,&lt;br /&gt;Lost her course and hit a nearby pole,&lt;br /&gt;Even before she could reach her first goal,&lt;br /&gt;My boat had lost its soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very craft that I so dote.&lt;br /&gt;Began to sink just like a goat,&lt;br /&gt;In desperation I threw my coat,&lt;br /&gt;As down went my paper boat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19482798-113392908690137618?l=delson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delson.blogspot.com/feeds/113392908690137618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19482798&amp;postID=113392908690137618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19482798/posts/default/113392908690137618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19482798/posts/default/113392908690137618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delson.blogspot.com/2005/12/rhyme-of-ancient-mariner.html' title='Rhyme Of An Ancient Mariner'/><author><name>delson roche</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117712022310196950323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ztti_OVsaBk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/DExOyWG0Src/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19482798.post-113352682307486220</id><published>2005-12-02T17:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-10T12:06:34.351+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Santa's Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/DSC00182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/200/DSC00182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Santa on my way,&lt;br /&gt;Hey Santa I asked "where you stay?"&lt;br /&gt;With hair and beard so white and grey&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe north pole is your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk up and down the lanes,&lt;br /&gt;Sneaking in through the window panes,&lt;br /&gt;Giving children trains and planes,&lt;br /&gt;Said Santa and gave me some manes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thanked Santa for his gift&lt;br /&gt;And clever Santa asked me for a lift,&lt;br /&gt;But I replied in a swift,&lt;br /&gt;That I have no sledge to drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa said you are a good lad&lt;br /&gt;But some of your habits very bad&lt;br /&gt;Hearing this I felt very sad&lt;br /&gt;But soon I knew Santa was my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note: This is a old poem I wrote couple of years back. It was Selected by &lt;a href="http://www.poetry.com/Publications/display.asp?ID=P4168222&amp;BN=999&amp;amp;PN=1"&gt;Poetry.com&lt;/a&gt;, to be included in their 2005 spring edition "Eternal Portraits Series". Just thought It deserved a place in this trash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19482798-113352682307486220?l=delson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delson.blogspot.com/feeds/113352682307486220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19482798&amp;postID=113352682307486220&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19482798/posts/default/113352682307486220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19482798/posts/default/113352682307486220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delson.blogspot.com/2005/12/santas-way.html' title='Santa&apos;s Way'/><author><name>delson roche</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117712022310196950323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ztti_OVsaBk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/DExOyWG0Src/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19482798.post-113349757969983535</id><published>2005-12-02T09:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-10T12:06:34.281+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Women In My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/ABC%20-%20CPR%20DEMO%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/200/ABC%20-%20CPR%20DEMO%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were doing the walking,&lt;br /&gt;Although she was doing the talking,&lt;br /&gt;She certainly wasn't Joking&lt;br /&gt;I felt her voice was like a frog Croaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she started to yell,&lt;br /&gt;That even scared the churches bell,&lt;br /&gt;Couple of tiles from a building fell,&lt;br /&gt;My ears got the taste of hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all the people around gave me a stare,&lt;br /&gt;As if I were a colourful mare,&lt;br /&gt;I was too embarrassed not to care,&lt;br /&gt;And all my pride got a tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a person who's just been bailed,&lt;br /&gt;My face was getting smaller and paled,&lt;br /&gt;These women always get me nailed,&lt;br /&gt;This time it's my mom, just b'cos I failed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19482798-113349757969983535?l=delson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delson.blogspot.com/feeds/113349757969983535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19482798&amp;postID=113349757969983535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19482798/posts/default/113349757969983535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19482798/posts/default/113349757969983535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delson.blogspot.com/2005/12/women-in-my-life.html' title='The Women In My Life'/><author><name>delson roche</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117712022310196950323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ztti_OVsaBk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/DExOyWG0Src/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19482798.post-113349105090952387</id><published>2005-12-02T07:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-10T12:06:34.207+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Day At School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/Gmdss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/200/Gmdss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a lazy month of June,&lt;br /&gt;Just hoped it would end soon,&lt;br /&gt;With a soup bowl and a spoon,&lt;br /&gt;I was watching a T.V. cartoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had just come back from school,&lt;br /&gt;A place where a genius becomes a fool,&lt;br /&gt;With dummies called teachers as it's tool&lt;br /&gt;The place is certainly not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to school is a big headache,&lt;br /&gt;A pain that I certainly cannot take&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on the same chair and being awake,&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a cake that is about to bake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With books bigger than Everest,&lt;br /&gt;The last word I here is rest,&lt;br /&gt;With exams , practicals, and test,&lt;br /&gt;It is the most dangerous pest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kid cute like a blooming Aster,&lt;br /&gt;Is made to work really faster,&lt;br /&gt;Unlike a chapels proud pastor&lt;br /&gt;I am my school's stupid headmaster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19482798-113349105090952387?l=delson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delson.blogspot.com/feeds/113349105090952387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19482798&amp;postID=113349105090952387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19482798/posts/default/113349105090952387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19482798/posts/default/113349105090952387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delson.blogspot.com/2005/12/day-at-school.html' title='A Day At School'/><author><name>delson roche</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117712022310196950323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ztti_OVsaBk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/DExOyWG0Src/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19482798.post-113344848403765285</id><published>2005-12-01T20:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-10T12:06:34.105+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Way Life Is</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/DSC00011.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/200/DSC00011.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vessels in my kitchen sink,&lt;br /&gt;Lying from days and they stink,&lt;br /&gt;Should I wash them first or have a drink,&lt;br /&gt;Life for me is never rosy and pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the pendulms bob,&lt;br /&gt;I recollect how I lost my job,&lt;br /&gt;Now I will turn the radio knob,&lt;br /&gt;or else ill soon start to sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I lost my dog,&lt;br /&gt;Now the only pet I have is a hog,&lt;br /&gt;But I can't take him for a jog,&lt;br /&gt;Only thing I can do now is sleep like a log.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end this everyday strife,&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to kill myself with a knife,&lt;br /&gt;Or use a better way to end my life,&lt;br /&gt;That is bring home a wife. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/DSC00011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19482798-113344848403765285?l=delson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delson.blogspot.com/feeds/113344848403765285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19482798&amp;postID=113344848403765285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19482798/posts/default/113344848403765285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19482798/posts/default/113344848403765285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delson.blogspot.com/2005/12/way-life-is.html' title='The Way Life Is'/><author><name>delson roche</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117712022310196950323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ztti_OVsaBk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/DExOyWG0Src/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19482798.post-113344436312101239</id><published>2005-12-01T19:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-10T12:06:34.041+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Riddle Of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/ruby.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/200/ruby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/ruby.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the third in a bunch of four,&lt;br /&gt;Life for me was Really a bore,&lt;br /&gt;Fighting for food, my skin was sore,&lt;br /&gt;And food was the one which I needed more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slept outside a stable,&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the dinner table,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that the master would be noble ,&lt;br /&gt;Like in some Aesop's fable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom had no money for food,&lt;br /&gt;So leftovers really tasted good,&lt;br /&gt;But my mom always kept me in mood&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes she was really rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winters never made me cold,&lt;br /&gt;Nights always made me bold,&lt;br /&gt;As my life history is being told,&lt;br /&gt;Two of my brothers are being sold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it rain or be it Fog,&lt;br /&gt;Rest of my Life I am expected to slog,&lt;br /&gt;Run with my master or even jog&lt;br /&gt;And to introduce myself I am Jack your Dog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19482798-113344436312101239?l=delson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delson.blogspot.com/feeds/113344436312101239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19482798&amp;postID=113344436312101239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19482798/posts/default/113344436312101239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19482798/posts/default/113344436312101239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delson.blogspot.com/2005/12/riddle-of-life.html' title='Riddle Of Life'/><author><name>delson roche</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117712022310196950323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ztti_OVsaBk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/DExOyWG0Src/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19482798.post-113344223671227895</id><published>2005-12-01T18:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-10T12:06:33.959+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Day That Never Was</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/dar.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" height="224" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/320/dar.jpg" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I'm expecting to receive a bottle of wine,&lt;br /&gt;That's what she gives me during Valentine,&lt;br /&gt;Attached to the bottle, a card, with a line,&lt;br /&gt;That usually reads "You are always mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could here her car stop by my door, &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7815/107/1600/dar.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In joy me heart started to roar ,&lt;br /&gt;I could wait for her no more,&lt;br /&gt;Without her my life was really a bore .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her face looked a little sour,&lt;br /&gt;Although she was late by an hour,&lt;br /&gt;She neither had a bottle or a flower ,&lt;br /&gt;But in her hand she held a cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at her in appreciation ,&lt;br /&gt;Her presence bought a lot of consolation.&lt;br /&gt;I opened the cover with a lot of expectation ,&lt;br /&gt;In it i found her wedding invitation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19482798-113344223671227895?l=delson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delson.blogspot.com/feeds/113344223671227895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19482798&amp;postID=113344223671227895&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19482798/posts/default/113344223671227895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19482798/posts/default/113344223671227895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delson.blogspot.com/2005/12/day-that-never-was.html' title='The Day That Never Was'/><author><name>delson roche</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/117712022310196950323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ztti_OVsaBk/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/DExOyWG0Src/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
