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If I Were a Rich Girl

If I were a rich girl with money no object,
I’d take my family on an adventure, they'd never forget.
Safari in Africa, with lion’s, tigers and elephants,
Enjoy real African sunsets, that put you in a trance.

The Atlantic we’d cross, pacific and Indian too,
Mountains we’d climb, Himalaya, Everest and Kilimanjaro.
Morocco, Tunisia, Jaipur and Egypt,
Camels to ride in these sandy deserts.

If trains could travel under the water,
We’d train-sail to Brazil just to watch the soccer.
If buses had wings we’d fly to Mexico,
Just to buy a poncho and a yellow sombrero

Winter in Switzerland is best for skiing,
Lessons to take before embarrassing the kids.
To Florida in America we’d depart,
Miami beach, Disney Land or just check out the stars.

These dreams I have for my family are true,
It’s okay to have dreams than be miserable and blue.
Maybe one day, just one day, God will look my way,
To fulfill these promises I dare to make

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The Untouched Beauty of India

On top of a mountain I stand, lo and behold,
A ball of orange, encased in yellow and gold.
Slowly rising above the sea, so large and bright,
I stare in awe, oh what a beautiful sight.

Two mountains besides me, east and west,
A glistening stream below, in motion at its best.
Gushing springs from the mountain top, a steady fall,
Music echoes from a distance, if that’s not all.

Thick mist below, like clouds over the stream,
That runs smoothly and calmly, straight into the sea.
I feel like a bird, Oh I wish I could fly”
I’d spread my wings and fly, high up into the sky.

This untouched beauty I see, that’s all around,
No buildings so tall are to be found.
God preserved this picture, especially for me,
To build my castle, surrounded by oak trees.

I’ll tan under the heavens, with the sun only to see,
I’ll bathe under the waterfall that flows into the sea.
I’ll sing on the mountain, just for the birds in the trees,
I’ll dance in the summer rains, buck naked, oh, hell would freeze.

I’ll lay under the stars, on a bright moonlit night,
With you my precious Angel, right here by my side.
Making love all night, without any complaints,
No neighbors, no friends, no parents to faint.

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The Me That God Hath Made.

Today, society had ripped apart my soul,	
The very essence that made me whole.
Out of courtesy they say, that it’s not me
Not that it matters, I believe.

A job I needed, with experience fair,
On the phone they accepted, my face wasn’t there.
The interview went poorly, I knew from the start,
My eyes she didn’t meet, that was the best part.

She said I did okay; she’d call the next day,
I waited for a month, a fool I was made.
I took it most calmly, like every other time,
It hurts less and less, as the days go by.

One day I fell in love with someone from Rome
And that…just by chatting on the phone,
He proposed to me after a year or about,
 And sent me roses, with a singing clown.

My future I thought was definitely set,
His pictures he sent, I thought were just perfect.
My fate it was, just to be content,
Until one rainy day, my picture I sent.

“I’m busy he’d say, please don’t call me”
I’ll call you soon, when I am free.
Two months had past, my love to collide,
No calls no emails, or flowers arrived.

Society had said, I’m not good enough,
They mentioned something, bout not being pretty and stuff.
My face is not perfect, no green eyes or blue,
 Does it give them the right to be so cruel?


Why do they judge me, coz my skin’s not fair?
Why does it matter that I have dark hair?
Does the sun rise in the east, just for you?
With stars that shine in the sky, in shades of blue?

Today I prayed and asked God why,
When He created His people, He just passed me by.
“Pass you by I did not”said He,
I took time and molded you, beautiful, can’t you see? 

‘Your Heart I shaped, and covered in gold,”
You’re Soul I filled with spirit, that overflows,” 
“On your Head I placed, a crown of a hundred stars,”
Only real  people will see, the beauty from afar.”

A beautiful creature with love so rare,
Humble and compassionate, like a shiny glare.
My beauty’s within, you’ll see if you try,
It’s made especially for me, by God The Most High.

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Poison Passions

Alone at last, no one in sight
I cannot sleep, it’s late at night.
The moon shines bright, there are a million stars.
Venus is here, but make room for mars.

I wonder what’s this feeling I feel,
Is it loneliness, longing or just fear?
How do I stop this rapid heart beat?
Beating so loud, I hear it in my ear.

The sweltering heat is early this year,
It causes excitement in people everywhere.
Cats on heat, their wailing a curse,
Cricket sounds piercing, that’s the worst.

I sit at my window and close my eyes,
And there you stand, so tall with pride.
I reach out to you, excited already,
But touch the window, that’s cold and sturdy.

This night is so long; I wish you were here,
Passions taken over, I need you near.
My lips are parched, my tongue so dry,
Wet kisses from you, I’ll not deny.

Tiny pink lingerie, lots of leg to show,
Seductive exotic perfume, for whom, I don’t know.
French manicure nails and pedicure toes,
I feel like a princess, and smell like a rose.

Ninety eight degrees is my body’s heat,
My hands are sweaty, and so are my feet.
Perspiration runs down my back and face,
But my heart’s still beating at a rapid pace.

Moments like these I despise the most,
The scent of my perfume, the feel of my clothes.
I touch my lips, my breasts, my legs,
This pleasure I feel, out of control it gets.

I close mine eyes, and start to imagine,
You in my arms, it’s close to heaven.
Will I ignite the flames of this fire?
Will I submit to your every desire?
Your warm wet body I touch and kiss,
Your manhood aroused by the softness of my lips.
Your breathe is musty, your tongue so sweet,
Your kisses strong, your bite so deep.

I run my hands on your face and breast,
I feel your heart beat inside your chest.
Your hands are trembling in your embrace,
My velvet skin you slowly caress.

This agonizing desire, I can’t endure,
These years of loneliness, can’t take no more.
Ecstasy divine has reached the sky,
I feel my love, my passions on fire.

These magical moments were all a dream,
My incredible obsessions of you and me.
This insatiable desire, this burning inside
This scandalous pleasure, so hard to deny.

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Her Name Was Love

Love was her name, her eyes the color of the ocean,
At only sixteen, she didn’t have the slightest notion,
Of what lay in store, what was the excitement?
The strange smiles, head nods and commotion.

Her parents sat her down one day,” Meet Rahul,”mom said,
In three months time it will be your wedding day.
“Oh,” she said, tears welling in her eyes,
“Gee thanks mom, dad, you too kind”

I’m getting married she thought, I must be in love,
But where is the love? Is it below or above?
Her thoughts suddenly are on Amor,
The boy on the corner, who carries her books for her.

But Amor is neither handsome nor rich,
He works hard by day, in a mill that hardly pays.
His family waits for their food you see,
Twelve hungry mouths to feed.

A second job he has at night,
Carrying wheat for the local dealer, Mike.
That extra money he puts aside,
For the beautiful anklet she so desired.

He’s too poor you see, so what gives him the right,
With no green eyes, and dimples or money in sight.
But mom knows best, she’s mom after all,
Getting rid of their daughter was their only reward.

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Rise Up and Stand Tall

In the wake of India train Bombings-7/11/06

Wake up blessed people; shine your light in the night,
Tomorrow may be another day, but evil walks the shadows tonight.
As silence falls on the minds of the contrite heart,
Cowardly they watch as the monsoon rains start.

Awaken my loyal people, another train awaits,
Tomorrow’s but another day, lets not lose our faith.
Love is for the living, and we will live to love,
They cannot destroy us, only the Lord above.

Wake up my vibrant people; let’s stand tall,
Tomorrow is another day, lift all those who fall.
Our bodies are just hurt, but our minds still live on,
Our dead we’ve buried, but our spirits still strong.

Stand tall beautiful people, lets lead the way,
Tomorrow’s not far away, together we’ll walk brave
Our courage we hold dear, no one can touch,
Our hearts are but broken, our souls still so large.

Stand up my faithful people, lets walk on,
Tomorrows yet another day, we’ll still sing our song.
Our lives are but borrowed, and that is the fact,
We’re all God’s people, fear is just a setback.

Rise up Gods people, the nation is strong,
Tomorrow’s come already, and we’re still holding on.
A billion souls they tried to burn,
but together we’re bound, by Love alone.

Riah

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Another Day of Abuse

It’s a quarter after seven, a cloud of silence immerse,
Six frightened souls, the situation a constant curse.
The candle burns dim, it’s almost out,
Dinner was scarce, not enough to go around.

The kids are edgy; the mother’s heart rapidly beats,
They hear his anger in a distance, way up the street.
The swearing gets louder; they can almost feel the pain,
“All jerseys on “mom says,” again we sleep in the rain”.

In through the gate, the stairs he doesn’t see,
Falls to the ground and curses, for bruising his knee.
Kicks the poor dog on his way into the house, 
Punches the door open and throws himself on the couch.

 Calls for his trembling wife, the mother of his children,
Just to punch her in her face, to let her know of his presence.
He shouts for his kids and tells them he hates them,
But it’s nothing new, as they’ve heard it all being mentioned.

He’s meal is served the last glass dish around,
He flings it onto the floor, a thousand pieces on the ground.
“I want food,” he screams, but that was the last,
“Eat off the floor,” was his wife’s suggested blast.

A million stars was then what she saw,
As he played football with her head against the wall.
Her screams died slowly after the third bounce,
No heart he had, not a shred, not an ounce.

The children run for help to the neighbors they implore,
They slam the door on their little faces, their plight to ignore.
With no one else in sight, their fate they do not know,
No brave soul to help, their hearts all sank low.

Six frightened faces, all abused and torn,
The eldest just ten, with the youngest just been born.
In darkness they stand, the rain steady and cold,
Where quietly they wait for events to unfold.

A thin lanky passerby called the police by chance,
When he saw that evil man, he knew at a glance.
Something had happened, danger was imminent,
No more screaming was heard, damage was evident.
An ambulance came hurriedly with loud sirens blasting,
While the evil man being shoved in the police van swearing.
The unconscious wife bleeding profusely from her head,
To the hospital they take her, where she lay almost dead.

Six little children, scared, cold and tired,
Enter their home slowly, that’s dark and quiet.
They sweep up the glass pieces and scoop up the food,
And take care of each other, cause’ it’s just another day of Abuse.

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Forgotten Friendship

Here we are my friend and mate,
Where have you been? It’s almost too late.
I’ve searched and searched from months to years,
I’m tired and weary, I’ve run out of tears.

You promised you’ll come at the turn of the tide,
But time flew by like a sharp lightening strike.
If you cannot stay, or wait a while,
Please can you explain why no smile?

If you have found a companion or bride,
I would be happy, I’d smile with pride.
Don’t be afraid to tell me the truth,
Friendship with you has no need for an excuse.

We’ve come a long way, through thick and thin,
We’ve fought so often, and you always win.
I hope she makes you happy and proud,
Better than me, pretty, rich and with clout.

I’ll miss the laughs in the middle of the night,
I’ll miss your shouts when I give you a fright.
The promise we made when our friendship was real,
of together crossing the oceans and plains.

Go on my friend, go on your way,
My tears will dry, but my heart will stay.
Until the day when that someone comes,
To take my hand and walk me home.

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I Am a Woman

I am a woman…
I am a woman, a woman for the world, yet,
I am a woman of God. 

Some say I have style
Some say I have sass, but,
I am just a woman.

I am a woman
Why describe my character?
Why add name to my traits?
I am just woman.

The children I bear
Quiet moments that’s so rare
All because I’m a woman.

Multi-skilled, multi-talented
That’s me, more of a woman
I love being a woman.

But…I am neither Cleopatra,
Cinderella nor the Mona Lisa
I am just me
I am a woman.

I am compassion
I am Love
I am God’s special design
I am a woman.
I am worth it.

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Four Seasons of Change

Summer is here, things have changed,
I sit and watch the light warm rain. 
I wonder just why God opens the sky,
I ponder on how the birds can still fly.

Spring wasn’t bad, the flowers bloomed,
Brides getting ready, to wed their grooms.
Romance all over, it is the season,
Lovers in every corner, they don’t need a reason.

Autumn is special, it says something new,
Scattered leaves, howling winds, chapped lips too.
Children chasing dandelions, fireflies and more,
Lessons learned with bruised knees, from falling on the floor.

Winter will follow, but there’s no haste,
To pull out warm blankets, all packed in a case.
Log fires, love making, that I can handle,
Soft music, red wine and a hundred lit candles

These four seasons of loneliness I watch go by,
Log fires, warm rains and flowers so bright,
God’s gift to mankind, so abundantly rare.
Don’t mean a damn thing with no one to share.