Posts Tagged ‘recession’
International Labour Day 2009
Posted by: lilliandcosta on: May 1, 2009
I see only hope
Today is May 1, 2009, International Labour Day and with the ongoing recession a deeply poignant one for all of us who labour. Today, business houses large and small, multi-national and national all around the world are in disarray, shutting down or struggling to survive. One vital component of production, labour has [...]
Memorable weekends
Posted by: lilliandcosta on: February 10, 2009
Memorable weekends at home!
The recession can be a tough time. Job loss, salary cuts, longer work hours, less sleep, more work, less rest and the stress can pile up even while the conventional methods of de-stressing become unaffordable. Not that I am used to pubing, dancing and eating out, but when most people try and [...]
Lillian @ Poetry
- Advertising Cloud 9The horizon in shades of green,Water tanks, blue and black,Clothes of all hues waving in the breeze.Cloud 9 advertising its services,Who would think, it would need to?But it does,Its the recession.
- Untitledoh why does my soul refuse to rest.it bounds up,against gravity,like there were thorns that pricked its underside.refusing it rest.oh my soul has a bloody breasta weary heartthat longs to rest,but somehow each night is dayin its unending search to run away.
- UntitledI stare out,As the orange-pink of sunsetFades away into silhouettes,Large dark trees, rise upAnd the cold road leads away.The breeze whips at my face,The curtains buffeted in the strong wind,Fly around uncontrollably like shreds,My heart feels the same,As it leaves sweet memories behind.Parting can never be harder.15th April 2009
- Happy Women’s Day?.......... I beg your pardonIts 8th March, International Women’s DayBut she doesn’t know it.She wakes up at 6.00 a.m,like she has for the last 12 years,her mental clock and love for her family helps her up.she fills the rice into the cooker, chops up the vegetables in the yellow light of the bulb.The chickens in their coop stir, at the first break of light.the brass pot rolls down on t […]
- Un-namedI want to writeBut wordsTremble within meThen die.I dig through my memoryFor experiencesFor verseBut all I find is gooey morass.I yearn to riseBe the bestBut the forceEludes meA phantom. There they areThe first buds of springOr is it a mirageThe sightings of a deluded soul8th February 2008
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