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EK SHAN ASA ASAVA - MARATHI by KARPE, ARCHANA

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a power struggle

the quay is where he sat.
     deep in thought, he speaks out.
     “my money is my clout.”
he rise and walks.

     the quayside beacons him.
the pelicans he hears.
     he ponders his past years.
the muse was sent.

     his journey to pier lands;
     he sits to disembark.
the singing of the larks
brings deep thinking.
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PENNED ON JULY 08, 2014!


Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014

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Hopeful Wonder

When a dream never comes true.
You start to wonder, is it you.
Have I done something that I should not.
If I did, well I forgot.

The best dream that I ever had.
Ended up just being a fad.
The style went out and lost appeal.
And now I'm not sure what I feel.

Maybe it's time to think again.
But I start thinking twice and then.
Four times four and out the door.
As I decide maybe once more.

What can become of what's unknown.
Is not allowed until it's shown.
That's when we all will see things clear.
That we can't see that far from here.




Copyright © robert johnson | Year Posted 2015

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sexual love

Sexual love 
What do you do when your lover is a thief?
What could I do smitten as I was by her sexual allure
she looked like Marilyn Monroe but lacked her
honesty and innocence while my lover as a taker Marilyn
was a giver, but what could I do?
She was a sickness a cold that would not go away, I often
left her in anger vowing not to return, but I did
despised myself as I sold my car to keep her in style and
expensive restaurant.
Every bad situation comes to an end she knocked
down by a speeding car, the one I had sold.
With my last money I bought a big wreath her mother cried 
I was glad she had gone which brought on a depression 
because no one had done it as good as her.


Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2016