In this issue of the Newsletter one of AdlandPro's very best is being featured in the Poetry Corner! That person is none other than Ms. Pauline Raina If you have not read any of Pauline's poetry you are missing out on a real treat!

I had the pleasure of interviewing Pauline and here is what she told us in the Interview;

Thank you Pauline for allowing us to Interview you for our Newsletter! I have to tell you that I have enjoyed reading your poetry and have a couple questions I would like to ask you. I am interested in when you first started writing poetry, and what was it that made you start writing?

A. I think it was always there, and I developed a habit to write when I was most stressed out..and in need to express my inner feelings. My little dairy was my companion, and I would pour my heart out into it...usually it would be in prayer form or in praise.... I took strength for the weakest moments of my life. The first very personal one I wrote for 'me' was about 4 yrs back... called 'YOU' which I have posted at my forum.

Q. Where do you get your inspiration from to write? Is there something in particular that inspires you?

A. Hmmmm interesting question. When you love life and all there is to it, as much as I do... one never lacks to draw inspiration from all things around you. Nature, People, my Faith, relationships, Love, Sincerity....and the list goes on and on ! One perfect example was the one I wrote a while back...called 'When I call you friend" for which I drew inspiration from the many great friends I have made here at Adland. I could see on one hand, there were friendships being bonded in great love and security and on the other hand, there were friendships that broke for lack of true love, sincerity, and commitment. This then made me look inside my innermost corner of my heart and ask myself..what do my dearest friends mean to me and how do I value them, and treat them.?..and the words just came flowing out..... yes every word I write is who I am..not just a rhyme or song...but that I wish to be remembered long after I was gone...Oh my here I go again :-)please stop me ;-)

This then is my dedication to all my dearest friends,


When I Call You Friend
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I will never judge you,
nor ever condemn you,
I will be your strength in weakness,
teach you all I can in meakness.
Laugh with you in good times,
cry with you in bad times,
Share your every secret,
never take you for granted.
Whether you be far or near,
encouraging words you'll always hear
Constructive criticism,
to help you shine like a prism.
Always wanting whats best for you,
never letting go of faith in you,
Never ever saying 'I told you so'
or 'because of me you've come this far.'
Till you've reached the best you could be,
that my dear, is my day of victory !!


by Pauline Raina
copy right2007

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Thank you Pauline for another beautiful poem from a very lovely and talented lady! I really enjoyed the poem and enjoyed Interviewing you as well! Now you can see why Pauline was chosen to be featured in this issue of the Newsletter. If you are not a friend of Pauline yet, please invite her to be your friend today!

Written By: MARILYN L. ALI-MARTIN


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The most beautiful Heart - Unknown Author

One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley.

A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.

Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, "Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine." The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn't fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing.

The people stared ­ "How can he say his heart is more beautiful?" they thought.

The young man looked at the old man's heart and saw its state and laughed. "You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears."

"Yes," said the old man, "Yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom have given my love - I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren't exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared."

"Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges - giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?"

The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks.

He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands. The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man's heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges.

The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man's heart flowed into his.

They embraced and walked away side by side.


Namaste, from Venerina