justin bieber the famous baby singer
is really a winner
girls are his biggest fans
coz he is advance
the way he sings ,the way he dances
everyone needs chances
he is handsome he is smart
he sings from his heart
you can say he is cool
but not a fool
his songs are great 
girls say he is good to date
i like his songs a lot
i have to admit he is really hot !!! 
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sweet 21 selena

dances like a ballerina


her songs makes us bond

thats why i am very fond 


she , the friend of taylor swift

is a god's special gift


acting is her passion

so she is always in fashion


she has won many awards

which are the biggest rewards


she always look fabulous 

so she is prosperous


her album stars dance

is very advance


her dresses and style are unique

which are never found in a boutique


she makes everyone smile

with a different style


she is hot

i like her a lot !!

                                                      - VANI LAVAKUSH 

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TAYLOR SWIFT   ……………..


Taylor swift is like an angel,

With the glow of a candle.


She sings from her heart,

With a grace of art.


Her songs are unique,

Because she writes in a wonderful technique.


The songs from her album red,

Can give life to a dead.


Every one likes her dresses and songs,

Even if she wears a sarong.


Her signature curls are awesome,

More prettier than a blossom.


Her heart was broken many times,

Her exes did the biggest crime.


She writes about love stories ,

Which are lovelier than candies and cherries .


She and I are tied in a friendly knot ,

I like her a lot…………..


By Vani Lavakush  

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He teased me with purple

As I was walking through the garden 

looking for flowers, I saw him.

He was crouched down in front of plant.


I said, excuse me, Sir,

Do you have any poppy flowers?

As he stood up to greet me and turned around, 

he was holding a giant turnip.


He teased me with it,

hiding his face behind

as he answered my question.


Apparently, he used to have a poppy plant.


But there was rumor,

the authorities had gotten word of it,

and he had to destroy it.


He just couldn't have

that kind of trouble

around his garden,

disturbing his peace.


I laughed and listened as he told me detailed stories about the plant.

How he extracted opium from it once in a while and used it for medicine.

And about the fights he would get into with a neighbor

who would sometimes sneak over the fence

slice into the pod and steal the resin.


I told him the reason I was looking for one,

was that I wanted to paint its beautiful form

and I needed a model.


He then proceeded to tell me

about other flowers he was growing in his garden.

Perhaps you could paint one of them instead, he said.


As he guided me toward the blooming beds,

he told me about his scientific methods of farming.

Seems, he was a Biodynamic farmer.


Positioning's of the stars, moon and sun, guided him in the tending of his garden.

He told me about the seasons, and the daylight and night light.

And of how each aspect affected the plants.


I learned about the decay after harvest season,

about the death of winter,

and about the best time to plant seeds.


He talked about the heavy rains of spring,

and the flowers blooming

and the bees pollenating

and about the mating season.


It was getting late, and I had to get back home.

He invited me to come to his garden anytime to paint.

And then I proceeded to go on my way,

fully intending to come back one day.






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Sentimental Summertime

What would it take

what would it take to make you mine 

can i have a second 

a second of your time

or maybe just a dance 

a dance for two under the stars

i want to vacation in the warmth 

the warmth inside your arms

On the rooftops in Seattle 

or lake michigans cold shores 

i don't care where we go 

as long as baby, i'm yours. 

That makes me feel humbly appreciative

The sweetest note just came to me.

From a friend who muses off of me.

He said he was proud after watching me.

As I read an ode to our friend Kenny.

Following with a fairy tale,

to the little girl in the corner booth.

He said it filled his heart with love.

Watching me as I gave my love.

He called me a fantastic woman, 

It brought a tear into my eye.

The honor that he just gave me, 

was a little bit hard for me to receive.

I don't know why its hard to hear praise.

Self doubt always seems to get in the way.

Nevertheless it made me feel good.

As I'm happy to touch a soul or two.

The little girl, I had inspired.

She wrote her own story with a couple of letters.

Then she read what she wrote to me.

It was quite an elaborate fairy tale story.

Only she could read the words.

Adults had tried but couldn't decipher,

For they lived within her 4 yr old mind.

Couldn't read or write but she could see the lines.

Its a joy to see a soul inspired to be creative at any age.

I'm grateful for these interactions, they are a beautiful exchange.

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I may be under this small roof today
I don't care, I am on a translational wheel
I believe would propel me to a greater height

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Orange Little Ball

An orange little ball,
Tattered and torn to bits,
No longer does it fly straight,
Its course lost, its path in fits,


An orange little ball,
Sad within its cracks and in its creases,
Faded bumps, its lost its grip,
It now falls to pieces,


Orange little ball,
Come to death smiling,
Never live just to die,
Happiness lives in and amidst the crying,


Orange little ball,
Wipe the tears away,
There is peace to be found,
In and amongst the fray.

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I Want to Be the Girl That Flies

I want to be the girl that flies

With crystal wings

Across blue skies


From down below

Always knowing

Where to go

I want to be the girl that lands 

And this girl is greeted

With outstretched hands

I want my friends to keep me safe

From that scary lonely terrible place

I want to be the girl that dances

She’s not afraid of taking chances

She’s been burned

But she’s not shy

I want to be the girl that flies 

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