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Morass

As we see of a day unforgettable
Of a great betrayal,
As we were mired in a misadventure
We saw the mirthless smiles of that great betrayal

We, the givers of great positions
Through the mire our names were dragged.
Like a minx they were to us,
But we are minions who do as told

Our wrinkled smiles were like that of a stigmatized minger
Milk-sop we were called;
A milkweed would be preferred to us
Could this a mid life crisis be? NO!!
 
A long life crisis I should say
Cause a middle ground we can't find
Dejection was our intimate friend.

The only help we could get was
A foul microdermabrasion which made
Our lives a formless formidable LATRINE.

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As I Lay

On bed I lay, just staring at the ceiling 
And watching the fan rotate damply 
Like the propeller of a wounded plane.
Bedridden for three days by fever.
The rotation of the fan makes my head 
Goes round and round with eyes
Popping out like the nose of a clown.
I lay coughing like hags do
As my chest explode with insistent pain.
So I sat trying to fix my gaze
But the world seems to be blur
B'cos am famished due to loss of appetite.
Nothing seems to be able to run down my throat 
So I thought I needed a lubricant 
Bt that idea was too absurd.
So there I lie, like a mannequin on display 
Trying to cover the stinking cave of my mouth 
As I filled the room with foul aroma.
I tried to rectify errors in my health 
So I started eating "mushrooms".
Surprisingly, there I lay till this day 
Dilapidated and in despair.

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My Dearest One

I love you my dearest one
My love is the sigh of relief
You took on the day we first met
Out of my heart flows fresh waters of love
That nurtures the tulips of Aramia
My heart yearns for you, cause from your
Lips flows all wine from the fruit garden
Having you in my life makes me a man born lucky
Pearls and jewels I will debank only to have you
Your smiles of pride are miracles of
      "Mûre bouché a bouchee"
My dearest, you are never alone
Cause your eyes communicates "myosotis"
You are like a tulip amongst thorns that is
Plucked with careful fingers and lowered
Gently into a fluffy basket
I love you my dearest one.

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Life's Sketch

Life is but an artwork,
Sketch of the creator's handiwork
But life is at all times unfair
Unlike some see it a funfair.
Knowing our actions being the pencil
And our inactions like silent counsel
But we choose to live it our way
Regardless of what happens everyday.
When one frets his hour upon life stage,
Time moves unconcerned at par with age
Without a moment pause for a sigh
But others could go on with hopes so high.
Certainly, the choice of friend
Could give one's life a miserable end.
But our lives a meaning could give
If we know in which action should we live
Then our life's sketch needs nothing of an eraser
And our choices would make everyone go wonder
Knowing our life has been a flawless sketch
But nothing compared to a wretch.

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Her Beauty

How loving you are, your body framework 
Is a perfection of God's creation.
Your body odour is like the frangipani from the tropics
Your frolicsome movements could
Send a frisson through a sad man's body.
I am caught in outermost awe to see you pose.
I will be hang dogged to see u frown
But your fervent smile will never fade;
My dearest, this is not a glib.
The freshness of your breath 
Is more soothing than the evening breeze.
How rejuvenate you look 
Cause in your eyes lies all beauty 
Your prowess in walking is a prototype of all others
Verily you are extremely BEAUTIFUL.

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The Memento

When once I trek wearily lonely on a path
As I knew life unknowingly could pour it's wrath.
I tried not to get myself entangled
In life's problems, but unceasingly I wrangled 
Until I met a maiden on whom's words I stood 
Then fighting life's problems I knew I could.
Repulsively, I skid off my way;
My face whenever she saw, she try to look away
Then to her my flaws I said I knew
And the chasm between us she sew.
The almighty all things we know could gather 
Verily I perceive has brought us together.
But though all things were made for our general use,
Many a time things do not fuse
But my mistress whose love is so innocent and free
Let me grow near her like a tree
On which with her love she could water 
Making our bond so strong none could alter.
As a beauty i know she is a star 
And there is none like her by far
Cause all beauty she is accounted to possess
And love, none can match her in her prowess.
But at the end life is but a walking shadow
And your hour if you abuse and fret, then ends your show
But our life a memoir would be, then unleashing a MEMENTO.

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The Unknown

In the open moonlight of a frantic night
I saw the glimmering reflection
Of the earth fade in a turn
There I knew the hour is now
By the loud silence of the night where 
No owls hoot but watched with dampened souls.
As I looked in their eyes I felt a cold shiver
Down my spine with fear of the unknown.
This path on which I trek, I knew many came this way
But that feeling of if I may return was left ambiguous.
I could see the moonlight fade by the sparkle
In the river as I walked by.
Now, here I was, in the pitch blackness of the night,
Then emerged a wrinkled hand, urging me on
Suddenly, many of them with blood spotted eyes
Gasping as if in need of air or blood I should say.
There, I knew I was at the very edge of my life
Could this be the end I thought, but as I was in thought:
One grasped my arm "come home with me" he said
Then to him I replied "this is not my end".
At my word I saw them withdraw in anguish
And pain, for a prey had been lost.
Then as I turned,  here I was;
In the open moonlight of that frantic night,
With mysteries to tell of the unknown.

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Tutankhamun

His age asked no ease
Yet death took the toll
His people were deprived of a king,
When a new civilisation unearthed.
He was the youngest king and the youngest to die.
As the drums beat in the dusty dawn of the Sahara
A wooden Egyptian table was laid and his guts,
Were spilt open for mummification.
Egypt wept, the Nile drenched and the Sahara quenched
As they watched a young king wrapped up,
And prepared for the after life.
His visions went down with him and much wasn't said of him
So recent generations only considered him a boy king 
Until Howard Carter revealed to us his tomb 
Stuffed with gold more pure and beyond imagination 
" The mummy returned but not alone "
Today we call him the golden king 
The son of Akhenaten 
The greatest pharaoh !!!

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The Coalescence

In present days and times 
Of twisted wit for dimes
Where many have lost their highest priority 
Just for that which is vanity 
Neglecting our master's will
Of love, trust, and goodwill.
Even in this earthly walk of contention 
Men have lived with deceit and pretension 
But every soul in itself knows of a day to come
Where we all want of valued substance to become.
So, our master deviced a way
For reconciliation and freedom for Alway
But for vain ambition and impudence 
We reject this honour of a bright Coalescence 
"Just to pursue vices and pervicatiousness".
In love, our master awaits our return 
If our repulsiveness we will overturn 
And turn onto the bright side
And with him have an aside .
Then after earthly departure 
And at that crucial juncture 
His love on our behalf will decree
An eternity of being whole and free.

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The Rhyme

Neither time nor wit shall outlive this rhyme 
Of a bent twist in my prime
But you might watch with the silence of a mime
And marvel at the glittering slime 
Falling off a fractured life as sour as lime.
My foul choice navigated me into a rough clime
So mean like a bad tale at teatime ,
Holding on to the inner senses, as sticky as birdlime
Beleaguered, unable to think in half a time
Ambling in no direction, lying in wait as an enzyme .
Being a tyrant to myself maybe disregarded as a thyme 
But never will you see me walk off without leaving you a dime
For you will forever remember me in a lifetime 
As a strange lonely wanderer with a RHYME.