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DILEMMA

Although you thought it loud to me
How unwanted I would always be
After you swept me off my feet
To only toss me to the streets


Although you cursed my truthful care
And rare faith that’s unfound here
And upon bruised my love so true
Real love that chose to care for you

You took away my smiling face
With it you took my best grimace
And was seized my laughter too
Along with it my feelings true

My heart is stressed from cursing thee
It pounds; it beats as it grows weak
My whole being hates your memories
Irony; craves your company

An outcast lost in your own heart
I weep, I wail in woman’s land
And thus has none to console me
In all this pain, that’s all but sweet

Although your eyes still comfort me
Lost in your gaze, I find relief –
Although your smile still consoles me
Rejection wakes my unbelief

When in your face I find kindness
Warmth and embrace of loveliness
Just then withdrawn, your heart and care
You seek not I, you seek one else

An empty box, a hungry hole
Has swallowed all to remain so
I despise you so much my dear
But would give all to have you near

Aggrandized hurt, and agony
Can one feel so, and keep “to breathe”?
Each time the thought, “not having thee”
Nearby enough, so I’d be free

Thief of always, beautiful curse
You make me soar, then make me fall
Eternal dream I wield awake
All yours to give, more so to take.

Dominic Amezimi
19/08/2013
"SOFTLY SENSUAL"


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THE SELF

One whispering to the cold air
thoughts astride too; a lonely mind
all blessings fine, all curses fair.

an endless cause, from Adam's days
in flight by day, air-borne by night,
and man cannot stop the play.

unheard, misread, misunderstood,
thus actions true and careless yet,
come from the wise, or of the fools.

a bucket full of nothing quite, 
the likeness to an empty soul;
unclear, not chromed and yet not white.

unjustified in classes; all
not prime, not poor, nor mediocre
n'er bloody sad nor over joyed.

so plenty here, too plenty dear,
these things to say in little lines,
since words are lacked, and men are feared,
these things unsaid fizz in my mind.

- RHYME BATTLE; ROUND 4 -


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ANOTHER PETRARCHAN SONNET, PICTURE PERFECT

softly swift, along in threes,
battalions fierce, would grind the wind.
the grandeur of glory great,
could savour each victory's fate.
arrayed in lines, for wars cut,
soldiers set in uniforms.
adorned and armed to their teeth,
with gloved up hands, booted feet.

Marching Seasons, the war times,
a great army, with more behind.
trembling earth, meek fields of war,
nature humbled, nature blurred
by armies great, who rivers dry,
and wield emblems; glorified.

Another Petrarchan Sonnet
Picture Perfect


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BUT THEY DID

my mouth never ran for words
to a wordless place
my heart never ran for blood
till it met your face
but they ran, they ran away!

my spirit had never fled astray
to the realm beyond
nor my soul ever fly away
t'where it was born
but they fled, they fled in turns!

my eyes never beheld, and true
such beaut', queer and strange
they only saw, but never knew
from where fairness came
but they saw, they saw your face!

my head did n'er think till now
that within the earth
and the universe around
"beasts" do, beauties get
but it thought with no regret!

my being was never well versed
to show grati-tude
nor were my knees made to bend
or my head to stoop
but they did, they did for you!

my heart did n'er beat like this
or not beat at all
for I, by grace, was made "king"
to rise, never fall
"and he rose, forevermore".


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THE JOURNEY

With your two feet, you’re sure to go
Anywhere from, anywhere to
Though time would pass more than you do
You’re sure that home would welcome you
Steadily sped, along each path
Slowly you move, your breadth in guard
No engine fails or fluids leak,
No rubber burnt, or tyres weak
Through harsh sunshine, better when mild
Or in the snow, not the fierce kind
Anywhere from, anywhere to,
With your two feet, you’re sure to go

With your two feet you’re sure to go
Just hit the road before cock-crow
First, loneliness would be your friend
Till sun would rise from the east end
In race, fast steps, or faltering
That’s what your speed would determine
No refill stops and no car wash
No traffic jams, no police stops
Straight off, you go, steadily so
One pact between you and the road
Just hit the road before cock-crow
With your two feet, you’re sure to go.


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SPRING SHOWERS

gently, harshly, there and here
ripples in ponds, moistened air
like tears unchecked, drops and spills
the rain revered, clouds emptied

bolt-less doors swing, back and forth
windows alike, the cosmic force
litters, up-sped, into the sky
in whirls they float, and you know why

the streets flushed off with energy
dirt filled trenches overflowing,
deserted lands, tree felling winds
all life is kept, them caged or free

the hazy storm with no life flies
but roars and roams the bird-less skies
the homeless birds, caught in the cold
A cuddled pup who has a home

cowered livestock can stray and roam
playful Johnny looks on and groans
through the panes of his window washed
by every drop that fell or poured

gently, slowly, the clouds recede
and before soon the sun is seen
soon all the streets come back to life
trees greet the birds now in the skies

soft piercing rays, peep through the clouds
to search for life, and life it found
mild peace and calm, like cemeteries
the air so still, and so the trees

the friendly capes, the bathed lands
hold terrestrials, the kind of man
the birds released, even those free
to fly above, the land and sea.

high in the air, or stay enslaved
whichever still, the storm had fade.

SPRING SHOWERS
02/04/2013


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the poor man's hope - recited

The artiste's window gradually falling down
Holds the view of the prince's throne and crown
The ordered maidens, freely, the palace roams
Like leaves in autumn, dry, litter the roads

 “Fall on your wounded knees and withered faith”,
The new king speaks into the poor man’s face.
“I precede you on earth, would still up there”
And thus! The pauper’s hope replaced with fear.

The painter’s canvass slowly would make sense,
But only after seeming meaningless.
Instructed strokes of exotic brushes -
- All well worked by the artist’s lines in crossing.

In turns and shifts, swift swings and bad skitters,
Thorns and arrows pour down like blizzard in winter.
They pour upon him like a war ground victim
Even when all evil should be out of season.

Still life’s vile tenderness unfolds a new trick,
Of all things on earth, he was the “lucky” pick,
It never fails to be true to him each time,
- Without him having to pay a wee dime.

Would pass the night wherever it found him,
Bypass, Roadside, however, he’d rest still.
He’d greet the dawn with his ominous tear,
And string some words into one in pray-er.

What life would hold again in a new day?
His dreams, through pain, can board a flight away.
So little he is, inside his meek heart,
Still deprived of all but his meager lads.

The pauper’s tears catch each dust the wheels have cast
The wheels of pride, and guile that would always pass
His wailing voice thrust swords into caring hearts
Calls for heaven (the place), since life on earth’s aghast.


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you know not

No one would ever know
How much you mean to me
But maybe if their souls
Would live inside my skin

No one would ever know
What love does mean to me
Their's could only get old
To never reach this peak

No one would ever know
How beauty really looks
Until they have my eyes
And use it as I do

No one would ever know
The feeling of a kiss
From none but you; sweet flower
Except maybe you’re me

No one would ever know
How dear I hold you now
Even if you’re far as heaven
I’ll be in heaven town

No one would ever know
The ample joy you bring
With love and care to follow 
And after, everything.

No one would ever know
The summary of my life
And how you make me feel -
To want to never die


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the late loved

At dawn I’ve found and realized
What I should have before twilight
Daybreak has seen my agony
And it alone cannot save me
Wherewith was I? Before you died
Before were closed those pretty eyes.
Whereon to go? My world is cold!
My equator is like the poles
Oh dear! My dear, the dearest one,
Your beauty years! They’re all forlorn.
When I was all, but close to you
When still I fought for all undue
Bitter this pain and all I feel
On top my tongue and on my skin
It makes sense now and still does not
Sure! You are gone, and I’m distraught
Such fairly being, art excellent
Was seized from me, our time unspent
No timely count or seconds ticked
Not one was found when we were with
No memory of you and me
Our history can never be
Oh love! My love, the sweetest too
How come I knew all things but you?
In vanity, I chose to live
When I’d have been just close to thee
Heaven please give, one golden year
And save me all my pain and tears
To later shed in joy with her
For pain, or fate, for all we are
I sought you late, too late “my peace”
And found you where you should not be
I’ve found you; cold, your skin as pale
-As the feet of the nightingale.
Your freezing touch, and absent gaze
Your carelessness to all I say.
Alas, my queen, i found you gone
I found you when your life was done!


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My Life is Pen and Paper

My life is pen and paper
My world was built with them
And still they’re true forever
Till when the worlds will end

They helped me with the letters
And see me through life’s school
They know when, if and whether
My returns would be good

Now pen then ink and feather
Who stored up memories
Upon cloth or brown paper
Now made to history

They're true and never skitter
About what has been known
Their wisdom's cheap, but glitters
And turns us into gold

My world is pen and paper
My life made colourful
And blessed by these two mothers
I bless thee my people

They helped me with math furthered
And also with the games
Now through the storm and weather
They've risen up my name

When even in cold winter
Their work’s still beautiful
And as it gets colder
They are more wonderful

Life was made with you my brothers
Well made like the sparkling stars
That shines and points their fingers
To none but God on high


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