Graham ereks Poems
I Will Pronounce Your Name
by Graham Ereks
I will pronounce your name, Mary,
I will declaim you, Mary!
Mary, your name is as mild as cinnamon, the Fragrance in which the lemon grove sleeps.
Mary, your love is note fragrant than wine;
Fragrant is the scent of your perfume.
Your name alone is like perfume poured out.
Oh! Why wouldn't I pronounce your name?
How beautiful you are, my dearest, inamorata
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The Epitome of Perfection
by Graham Ereks
It was an afternoon super cosy, the birds of the air
Seemed to be on holiday;
Heartbroken, I sauntered hither and thither, soliloquising and lo a wingless angel breezed in;
Her dress billowed in the breeze like a tattered kite,
And her nicely-sited breasts smiled at me, dangling and dangling.
Oh, I wished I could control my eyes! I so wished I could get my eyes of that jewel of inestimable value--indeed she's the world's epitome of beauty, pulchritudinous in all façades.
Indeed, she's the epitome of perfection, the silky gazelle of the esteemed Paradise, for every so often she blazes radiance on me in a blissful beam!
To His Beautiful Mistress
by Graham Ereks
My love,
You are the silky gazelle
Of the esteemed paradise
That blazes radiance on me
In a blissful beam.
Your exquisiteness is
So magnetising,
The thought of you
Alone can make me chirpy—
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To my Love
by Graham Ereks
She is the apple of my eyes, my backbone and spine;
She's my lifesaver, my life support and oxygen.
She's one of a kind, my parachute, my defender; she's the Great Wall that protects me against forces.
She's my breath, my life and my all, an angel sent from above.
She's my bulletproof and ladder, for whenever I'm down, she raises me up.
She's my world, my pride and one in a gazillion, so outstandingly pulchritudinous that the world envies her; she's a wingless angel born on a Sunday, a Sagittarius!
Words aren't enough to explicate how much I adore her,
Oh! My goddess, my princess, my everything!
In this month of August you've done for me something so ginormous, beyond comparison.
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The Voice of my People
by Graham Ereks
They are the Sons of Anarchy, ambassadors of corruption -- they are leopards!
Our State is now like a haunted house where one sleeps with eyes open; the fear of the unknown being the source of wisdom.
Our leaders are the bloodthirsty draculas,
Preying on innocent victims now and then;
We are bloodbathed by the so-called politicians, the promise-and-fail species with their sugar-coated tongues!
Election time is near and the Dracula has suddenly repented of pride, transmuting himself into an Angel, Humble;
Many a man has been deceived but how can I allow myself to be redeceived after all these years?
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To the Woman I Love
by Graham Ereks
My treasure without measure,
My backbone, my spine, my one and only;
The silky gazelle of the esteemed paradise,
My breath, my lifesaver, how I love you so very
Much!
Life, they say, isn't a bed of roses, but your
Presence makes mine rosy; you're an angel,
Though without wings; my irreplaceable one,
My soul-piece, the meaning of my life, my Heartthrob, my one in a gazillion. How I love You so very much!
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To my Love
by Graham Ereks
She is the apple of my eyes, my backbone and spine;
She's my lifesaver, my life support and oxygen.
She's one of a kind, my parachute, my defender; she's the Great Wall that protects me against forces.
She's my breath, my life and my all, an angel sent from above.
She's my bulletproof and ladder, for whenever I'm down, she raises me up.
She's my world, my pride and one in a gazillion, so outstandingly pulchritudinous that the world envies her; she's a wingless angel born on a Sunday, a Sagittarius!
Words aren't enough to explicate how much I adore her,
Oh! My goddess, my princess, my everything!
In this month of August you've done for me something so ginormous, beyond comparison.
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To His Beautiful Mistress
by Graham Ereks
My love,
You are the silky gazelle
Of the esteemed paradise
That blazes radiance on me
In a blissful beam.
Your exquisiteness is
So magnetising,
The thought of you
Alone can make me chirpy—
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The Brokenhearted Lass
by Graham Ereks
Forlorn, she saunters to and fro;
Saddened by the incessant din
And tiff on his part.
Her eyes are red,
For weeping has befriended
Her.
The winner of her heart
Has done her wrong—
The once ever beating heart
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A Disheartened Community
by Graham Ereks
We are a disheartened community
Renowned for futility and dearth,
Where egalitarianism is but a fiction.
Our dreams are petered out;
Our future jettisoned, for what
Is our future in a stateless state?
Our government is but an embodiment
Of corruption; a cabal of swindlers,
Who get richer and richer, while
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