Lucy Locket lived amidst Lakeland Hills, where jay serenaded morning;
Like plum rainbows celebrate sunshine, with never any silent warning.
Lucy was merely twenty years old, like a peach rose, dusted with dew;
And she was also a dutiful teacher, unveiling what children never knew.
Lucy liked to sew and to garden, like green nature, roving everywhere,
Recalling lavish, sunset skies we used to view, in the colors of vanity fair.
Kitty Fisher was Lucy's best friend, amidst many, for she was popular;
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Celestial season!
Folks; it is, on the rise.
Euphoria! Can you feel?
Say not no, for even universe do!
To the cheery songs of koels,
And thick petrichor of summer,
Blades are dancing- vibrant and gleeful.
Can you hear? Soothing babble of brooks.
Zion; for real, now we live!
From the skyline; adorned in aurorae,
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(Today is Tata MANDELA’S birthday. Freedom lovers all over South Africa are celebrating his legacy of Compassionate Love. I wrote this poem on his birthday when he was still alive. I am so grateful that I was humbled to serve in his government whilst he was President of the First National Democratic Government in South Africa.
At the time I wrote it, I was living opposite a pine forest. )
MANDELA’S BIRTHDAY POEM
All is radiantly translucent
Drops of water sit in
Silence on trees in sunshine
Aloe reflect themselves
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Do you cut your birthday cake?
Do you know your birthday is fake?
Don't continue to make the mistake
It's time for you to now awake!
Ask your mother when you were born
You were kicking weeks before and this went on and on
You were alive long back, she knows
And even science has pictures as the embryo grows
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Love is exceptional, a bundle of joy that cannot be defined. An overdose of medicine that causes highness. Love is to be loved. An endless journey with a different route, and that's why we have different perspective on the journey of love.
Happy Valentine's day 🎉❤️❤️
(Today is Tata MANDELA’S birthday. Freedom lovers all over South Africa are celebrating his legacy of Compassionate Love. I wrote this poem on his birthday when he was still alive. I am so grateful that I was humbled to serve in his government whilst he was President of the First National Democratic Government in South Africa.
At the time I wrote it, I was living opposite a pine forest. )
MANDELA’S BIRTHDAY POEM
All is radiantly translucent
Drops of water sit in
Silence on trees in sunshine
Aloe reflect themselves
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Der Tag begann still,
als würde die Welt innehalten,
nur für dich,Anna.
Kein Feuerwerk,
aber das Licht war weicher,
die Luft wie eine Umarmung.
Ich dachte an der Moment,
an dem du zum ersten Mal
deinen Atem in diese Welt gesetzt hast.
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Der Traum Deine Augen nocht bedeckt.
als ein glücklicher Tag Dich weckt.
Die Sonne Deine Wangen berührt
um Dich Liebe und Wärme versprüht.
Hinaus in die Welt Du eilst sodann,
da fragt Dein Herz; wie kann
das Leben Dich stets so reich bescheren
und doch das größte Glück verwehren?
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You found it
I thought you would've thrown it away
Since you said you don't get poetry
I hope I didn't offend you---
By writing it
I wanted something beautiful for yr birthday
To compliment you
I didn't want to get you another tie
I think you're stunning as a rose
In body and soul
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Lucy Locket lived amidst Lakeland Hills, where jay serenaded morning;
Like plum rainbows celebrate sunshine, with never any silent warning.
Lucy was merely twenty years old, like a peach rose, dusted with dew;
And she was also a dutiful teacher, unveiling what children never knew.
Lucy liked to sew and to garden, like green nature, roving everywhere,
Recalling lavish, sunset skies we used to view, in the colors of vanity fair.
Kitty Fisher was Lucy's best friend, amidst many, for she was popular;
......