My offering today is tall tales and dark rhyme
A glimpse at the nether worlds of antiquity
The unknown creases in time
The heart in all its chaos besieged by illogical emotions
The minds eyes and the human brains foolish notions
Mythology for the followers of the old gods loyal they are
From the pantheon to the jade oceans, cold and deep
And the farthest blue stars
The victims of angry an goddess in her revenge for perceived insults
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When you think of flowers
blooming you think of the
stages they must go through-
to get to the point of being
admired by the world, even
captivating a lover's eye-
as if it is waiting to be plucked and cherished eagerly.
But the ones I cherish
bloom in my heart. You planted
them there so unexpectedly.
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They say, poetry makes you imaginary
Far lost in words... disconnected
When they themselves began their lives
Singing rhymes, poems... twinkle twinkle li'l star
Sleeping to their gran's lullabies
Frolickin' in the farms...to the poetry of tall grasses
Dreaming of nature's poems...its soul rests within you
Growin' up with your beloved alongside
Writing letters to your love... replete with poetry so melancholy...
When thy love jilts you...you weave a song
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They are writing poems to you:
White devils who have not
Smeared the distant yellow of your life
Upon their skins.
Faces where snob and harlequin
Ogle each other in two, cold colours,
White and red;
Faces where middle age
Sits, tearing a last gardenia;
Faces continually cracked
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Meditations on Covid 19
1.
Crawling on the floor to wipe it
with kerosene and a stripe of cloth
The front door rattled,
a cold wave down the spinal tube
While crawling memories of childhood horses
thronged desperately, how far displaced from roots
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When you think of flowers
blooming you think of the
stages they must go through-
to get to the point of being
admired by the world, even
captivating a lover's eye-
as if it is waiting to be plucked and cherished eagerly.
But the ones I cherish
bloom in my heart. You planted
them there so unexpectedly.
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When you look at me
My heart jumps a beat,
And I wonder
With deep impassioned thunders
Overflowing my mind
Making me bind
Is it real or I'm blind?
Waves of circumflexes,
storms of adverbs,
windmills of verbs,
shells of signs of ellipsis,
on the island of poems
of soul,
of mind,
of thought,
one-word garments
you wear
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Have you ever wanted to be a poet...
You have no talent, and you know it...
But you keep rhyming words along...
Trying to write that perfect song...
Your friends say your poems all suck...
Find another way to make a buck...
But you just keep on writing anyway...
Because you feel you have something to say...
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Battered but not broken,
It's the fear they have awoken,
The bruises hurt the tears commence,
It's only there actions that make no sense,
A life full of pain, Your head filled with blame,
Go take your mind and body,
Go be the chance you take,
All your happiness will be revealed when you make a break,
Don't be broken... take control,
This could be the last chance for parole,
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