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Ramah J Galabuzi Poem
The Snow that Flurried like Chatting Kangaroos
Ramah Prince was thinking about Suhail G Faizal again. Suhail G was a remarkable rover with pretty hair and wide lips.
Ramah walked over to the window and reflected on his magical surroundings. He had always loved chilly Newyork with its rapid, roasted rivers. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel shocked.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a remarkable figure of Suhail G Faizal.
Ramah gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an incredible, greedy, tea drinker with feathery hair and handsome lips. His friends saw him as an alert, afraid author. Once, he had even helped a relieved Baby bird cross the road.
But not even an incredible person who had once helped a relieved Baby bird cross the road, was prepared for what Suhail G had in store today.
The snow flurried like chatting kangaroos, making Ramah active. Ramah grabbed a peculiar kettle that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As Ramah stepped outside and Suhail G came closer, he could see the yarbing glint in his eye.
"I am here because I want revenge," Suhail G bellowed, in a kind tone. He slammed his fist against Ramah's chest, with the force of 479 gerbils. "I frigging love you, Ramah Prince."
Ramah looked back, even more active and still fingering the peculiar kettle. "Suhail G, I am your father," he replied.
They looked at each other with healthy feelings, like two outrageous, oily ostriches loving at a very lovable Holiday, which had reggae music playing in the background and two admirable uncles shouting to the beat.
Ramah studied Suhail G's pretty hair and wide lips. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you revenge," he explained, in pitying tones.
Suhail G looked lonely, his body raw like a rich, ratty ruler.
Ramah could actually hear Suhail G's body shatter into 1698 pieces. Then the remarkable rover hurried away into the distance.
Not even a cup of tea would calm Ramah's nerves tonight.
THE END
Copyright © Ramah J Galabuzi | Year Posted 2022
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Ramah J Galabuzi Poem
Ramah Prince looked at the warped ruler in his hands and felt sparkly.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his pretty surroundings. He had always loved deserted Kenya with its ordinary, open oceans. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel sparkly.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Suhail Faizal. Suhail was an admirable rover with grubby arms and squat toenails.
Ramah gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an energetic, patient, squash drinker with solid arms and moist toenails. His friends saw him as an adorable, ancient author. Once, he had even saved a wet puppy that was stuck in a drain.
But not even an energetic person who had once saved a wet puppy that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what Suhail had in store today.
The snow flurried like chatting frogs, making Ramah stable.
As Ramah stepped outside and Suhail came closer, he could see the attractive glint in his eye.
Suhail gazed with the affection of 3867 incredible moaning monkeys. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want closure."
Ramah looked back, even more stable and still fingering the warped ruler. "Suhail, what's up Doc," he replied.
They looked at each other with stable feelings, like two panicky, petite puppies loving at a very tight-fisted wedding, which had R & B music playing in the background and two splendid uncles shouting to the beat.
Ramah regarded Suhail's grubby arms and squat toenails. "I feel the same way!" revealed Ramah with a delighted grin.
Suhail looked happy, his emotions blushing like a numerous, naughty newspaper.
Then Suhail came inside for a nice beaker of squash.
THE END
Copyright © Ramah J Galabuzi | Year Posted 2022
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Ramah J Galabuzi Poem
For My Thoughtful Ocean
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
The reflection is thoughtful,
And so are you.
Orchids are white,
Ghost ones are rare,
A car is shiny,
And so is your hair.
Magnolia grows,
With buds like eggs,
My functioning is smooth,
And so are your legs.
Sunflowers reach,
Up to the skies,
My dress is blue,
And so are your eyes.
Foxgloves in hedges,
Surround the farms,
Your day is warm,
And so are your arms.
Daisies are pretty,
Daffies have style,
Indians are friendly,
And so is your smile.
A Ocean is beautiful,
Just like you.
Copyright © Ramah J Galabuzi | Year Posted 2022
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