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Acute power or a mystical virtue?
Not daring to venture further
Became superstitious by token and sign,
Leaving the most positive meanings behind
Ends with a 3 that reminds me of the trinity
A belief that kept within
All good things comes in double,
You're not alone just behind 1
Together you became 13 an age in certain
Tradition when a boy became a man
Among the many numbers
People pretends you came out the worst
even saying that you are a curse
But besides all others, you came first
Ignorance do hurts,
So they put you behind as a negative sign
Thinking of you makes me enjoy
The intricacies of mental calculates
A million seconds in 13 days,
13 stripes for thirteen states
A Friday 13 in every year
Again let me be a bit humoristic
Since I'm in love with mathematics
For those who calculates well,
Come let me play with your head
Close your eyes using the power of your mind
Pick and choose which power hidden inside you
The clock strike 13 hours, the mind reminds
us that it's 1 'o' clock,
infact we're back at the starting block
Since things became a mystery we tend
Not to go beyond our senses
13 is a number that all human share
The 13 major joints in our body
13 lunar cycles in a solar year
And the moon travels 13 degrees across the sky everyday
Making things works in a mysterious way.
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Silent moments together that Creates passionate desire.
Feeling the closeness of nature that bloomed on face of the one we admire,
creating warmth that ignites into a burning fire, giving feelings that takes us
to the seven heavens or even higher...
Gazing in nature marvel as our eyes met each other so profound that
we immediately drowned into each other's gaze. Holding each other there,
and no use for words to say, as we exchange a visible frisson in lingering glance.
Bodies so close while we shared a romantic dance, a sensation like a hypnotic trance,
Then our heart takes over and emotions conquered the rest searching for comfort,
I rest my head upon his chest. Feeling the pounding of his heart that beats only love for me
Accepting the gift of love that overflows the hearts. Awaken flame
which makes no other pleasure feels the same. A complete satisfaction of wholeness
That goes beyond physical attraction to a deeper commitment.
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Twinkling eyes that sparks, funny how emotions can takes over the heart
Impossible words that is hard to find, thinking one movement and he might cross
the line. He wore his pride like a badge, but the wounds in his heart is deep,
and for him to love again is just a broken dream.
Even through loneliness scream when he’s under his sheet,
He rather succumb to its sting, other than listened to the silence song his
Heart had to sing. Known his heart is a self made wall,
And he’s not the type of man she should tell how much she loved afterall.
Thoughts kept running through his mind when he recall
how profound he looked her in the eyes. Making him feelings so awkward that
he could not control all he knew is having her besides him daily, his love will grows.
He realize that her tender care is the only thing that keeps him alive, yet he
Settled with routine and afraid go beyond the boundaries.
She reaches out to feel his touch, but somehow had not get enough
Thinking of going her way, but she knew her mind will suffer in everyway
He took her in his arms, where she found security. Hands in hands
She looked in her lover eyes and saw the love inside and
Made him show the feelings, he always had to hide
Tears fell down his face as emotions takes over
his body language says everything and there things became clear.
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Fears
Who cares?
Body trembles
slaughtering war
Innocent pays the price
Corpse lying without lives
Unpleasant sound vibrates the ground
So called brave men feeling no sense of guilt
Will war resolve underlying issue?
Only the will power of negotiation
There might be some hopes for cessation
Rivers of blood without regrets
Christian, Jew and muslim, peace
Expand it to Palestine
No derive from life
Stop destruction
Call for peace
become
One
Kelleyana Junique
Double Etheree: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10, 9, 8, 7, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
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Tango dance Lovers
An improvision of closeness,
a single body with four legs.
sensuality and seduction,
a gesture with ambiguity.
A single body with four legs,
sensing each other through movement.
Putting us in sphere of action,
like total trust through connection.
sensuality and seduction,
capture his every attention,
by tricks of tenderness that tease,
movements of hips with ease and grace.
A gesture with ambiguity,
overwhelmed by fierce embraces.
The pulsing energy within
feelings that says it without words.
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A Retourne is a French poetry form wherein repetition is used, employed. It consist
of four quatrains (four-line stanzas), with each line having eight syllables. The trick
is though that the first stanza's second line must also be the second stanza's first
line, the first stanza's third line is the third stanza's first, and the first stanza's
fourth line is the fourth stanza's first. Retournes can but do not have to rhyme.
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A love that is stronger than my pride,
trying to keep feelings my heart can no longer hide
Emotional honesty is trapped within me,
relieve me, and oh please set me free.
How to give my heart if am afraid to be hurt
Turning my back on love ignoring what its worth.
Refused to reach out for his love, I ‘m all left alone, now
loneliness thrilled me to my very bone.
Playing the ‘hard to get game’, now I’m left like a clown.
Trying to escape from such a feeling; truth that my heart is revealing.
Silence screams music in my head, pushing me to switch on the TV
There came Beyoncé doing her show, singing her new song ‘Halo’
Amazed, her voice melted my frozen stare, so I sat down on the coach to listen.
Her music turns hypnotic and pulled me in, sending thrills all over my skin.
Her voice were clear as the Caribbean sky on a cloudless spring day,
and every word she says just melts my heart away, giving deep feelings that
Consume my tender heart, leaving only mystery with no ultimate attempt to define it.
Her word touches my emotion from the core of my soul, and it seems like
everywhere, only my lover’s face that I behold.
Then a happy time filled my mind, giving sensation of a summer breeze tickling my
skin and amplifies the deepest desire I felt within. This perpetual bliss, abruptly I
found myself in the arms of my love wth Enthralled Melodies making Passion
explodes into flames and from this very moment, I know my life will never be the
same.
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Without him beside me, my future seems so bleak, being naïve,
i was told he was not meant for me. Ignoring this world of cruelty
and its power tear our world apart. Now sitting i ponder why I being so naïve from the very start
My tomorrow will never come, for I will forever live in his yesterday. Turning my back on the one who loved me in every single way.
Not even time can heal a shattered heart, but I guess somewhere in his heart he loved me after all
Many times I’ve dreamt of him and unable to hide my tears,
As I reminisce that sad day I decide we go our separate ways,
I pinch myself, as in a dream, knowing it is not true,
How could I let go of such a man, no woman would ever do.
I remember the look in his eyes when he dropped by and found my note. Pain crippled on his face leaving such a heart in pain, as he read along “My heart is with you but I will forever be alone, never will you and I share a place of our own. Rejected by all to cross the color line thinking my love is blind".
If again such a love should come my way, I’d break free of those dark days I’d confess my true heart and reject the rest and break through this racial barrier and fallow my lovers path wherever he lead to ease this heart that beat to grieve.
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Thrive in water since nine months, now I must breathe
on my own and use my lungs
push my first cry to vibrate my tongue,
fluid filled my lungs.
Why, oh why does a baby cry?
I force myself out to face this world, now
break free from the dark, light filled my eyes.
All seems in black and white and shades of grey.
Watching smiling faces wondering what they say.
Why oh why does a baby cry?
I trace patterns with curved lines rather than straight
That's the way I studied human face.
Sleeps eat and cry that's how i spent my day.
Some believed that I see the world as a meaningless blur.
Why oh why does a baby cry?
Separated from my warm cocoon out of my mother's
womb, and being expulse into the unknown.
Being touched with the many unfamiliar hands, so confused,
i search my head to understand.
Why, oh why does a baby cry?
Pain already forgotten; now joy filled the air.
Such a tiny miracle fed upon my mother's brest, feel so special
Known that I'm precious from all the rest.
Why, oh why does a baby cry?
Life is filled with mysteries that no human being can understand.
Before I succeed, many times I fall,
With thoughts pondering over with amazement,
life has teaches me its lessons with joy and contentment.
Tell me why, oh why does a baby cry?
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Who i am
Gazing at the mirror observing what I see,
all might not be perfect, but it all belongs to me.
In the eyes of the mirror, a woman beckoned me,
when I looked at her from head to toe, I just love what I see.
There might have been a part of me, that to me was never known,
i would have search to find it, if I had only known.
This love for myself that was embedded inside confused an approaching frown
and the moment I spent to discover myself, my world Turned upside-down.
I was afraid of people saying, "Who does she think she is?"
Now i have the courage to stand and say "this is who i am".
Never will i follow the majority of living a life of constant duplicity,
as a successful rebellion, take me as I am, or watch me walk away.
What makes me, me is my originality, with lots of sincerity
and I cherish this freedom which lies in being me.
The eyes of the society might not project its light on me,
but never will this bring me down or makes me think less of me.
No external source will fulfill my void, within me i find my eternal joy.
Known life's is too short to be self- obsessed but when my eyes sent me a rainbow
filled with gentle colors that project confident within me,
my world seems brighter each time i opened up the window of my face.
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Crisis ( pleiades)
Climatic threats facing the planet
Called of an argument to find a solution
Critical decision must be made
Cost of living getting high
Credit supply expected to be tighten
Capitalist countries looking to 'communist' china
Crisis must be feared if cause by the government actions.
In a Pleiades, the title's first letter defines the rest of the poem, and the title may be
only one word. In the following seven lines, each line starts with the first letter of
the poem's title.
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