Flower Boat Poems

What do you see from dot to dot,                 ...

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Row your boat,
Dreamy float,
Row gently,
Merrily.
Crystal stream,
Summer's sheen.
Shore speckled,
Rose petals!
Drift through blue,
Sky's with you.
Dark green noon,
Bower tune.
Row, row, row,
Geese follow.
Go gently,
Blue daisies!
At bronzed stream,
River queen.
Soft pink...

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should flowers in fields
mock at those blooming in pots?
both fade tomorrow


17 November 2021...

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I stand in the swamp by the riverbank 
clutching a coin I have stolen
as my heart still beats within my breast
It is only my spirit...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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After this hot summer days,
I saw every bird on their ways,
To find a roof upon their heads,
Shortly, each bird will be seen on every window,
And...

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Scene - I

On the kitchen window-sill
A sparrow hops
Its tiny black eyes
Searching for leftover rice grains

Scene - II

In the morning breeze
The blue curtain wafts
Knocks down the...

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Our lakes ripple in the New year morning
The sun is in a pink session with the earth
In your eyes lilacs glistening
In the beggar's bowl a...

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This heaven and that flower garden.
Both are incomparable.
It seems like one pe flower 
One tailed stars thousand....

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From every birth to every death
Underneath the sky
Every day in moments of music and tears
Every week month and year
Opaque and clear
The constant continuum
Containing millions of...

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Yellow-green May
Loving blue jay
Land in love with water at the bay
Heartbeats in the sway
You are so handsome

Green-blue sea
Splashes against you and me
Bubbles colored in glee
Offer...

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May be the silky shivers you love
The hairy warmness you wish so close
The golden hue from our overflowing cup 
Get reduced to dew on a...

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We put the urn aboard ship
Roots teeming from lavish fields
Yellow bells and peonies birthing soon
As the moon softens its limbs 
Brightening  the way our...

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Continued from The Eye of the Sea part 5


There washed ashore the Devil’s Whore,
Who had three times been paid,
Preserved through Sin and worshippin’
Beelzebub and the...

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Mild wind touches my hair from the back in a ponytail. 
I removed the tie then start flying.
The wind of Putrajaya sisshing in air

Beneath the...

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