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Everyday my beautiful neighbor lovely luring Lily
Stands under the sun and gazes at it directly.
One day, her gaze the sun could not bear
Set earlier than usual, a phenomenon very rare.
Third place winner
Contest : Giggle Poetry (Clerihew)
Dr. Ram Mehta
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Even the fate unable to tell, what mysteries which he had played
The existence of a human is not as different as a game of ladder snake
Where all aspects of life left by the dark while asleep
And the pawn of truth playing fool as an ego of the solitude
There is another life phenomenon that audible from the other mouth of an Eves
Loving a person that unworthy to be loved
Loving a person that unacceptable to be loved
Loving a person that didn't know what's the meaning of love
Only a blind and fool love which live and willingly stand for it
Is it worthy for you to stand for it?
This is not the first time I'm talking about love...
This lame joke makes me sick to laugh on it
The massive scam done by a naive towards to his lover
And someone is trying to stand atop some persuasions
If only it's a contradiction
The hypocrisy which has done, amused my nouse
When my multiple personalities are teasing me for a while
Unraveled the chamber among the antagonistic
Lived within one soul midst the mirrors of life...
Written November 4, 2007
In the moment of my love quest :D
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Am I a phenomenon of procreation, or an accident
Of birth? Arriving on my chariot of nativity I spent
Three trimesters in the sanctuary of a womb, and now
I am a child in this world of human.
But curiosity is plenty and questions arise, is my fate
Written or am I free to follow my own course on this
Journey through the enigma that is manhood, and as
My foray into maturity evolves
I find things that sweeten me, moments of childish
Enjoyment, the discovery of teenage bliss, and the
Times spent in twenty-something ecstasy, then came
The awaking of my soul,
And I find men immersed in the place of darkness where
Jealousy, greed, deceit and religious exploitation breed
Death of soul and conscience in a perverted sense of
Existence, as if by some rite of passage,
As some men live in fear of a never emerging tomorrow
Others strive to kept their dignity, but as I submit to the
Blows of fate I feel trapped in a destiny that is not my own,
Yet, as I embrace the moment I am free
As I segue through this state of being I contemplate my
Journey and come to a place of consciousness, in this
Instant of truth my fiat to live is unfolded in communion of
My heart and soul, and I hear music, and I am heavenly
So dance with me, through the rest of my being for the
Melody that is truly divine is you.
Earl S Jackson
April 5, 2011
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