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My feeling took ages to shape into the right words,
The words slowly dripped down the tip of my pen on the paper like
the tears that trickle down the eyes saying the unsaid...
The paper then folded locked in my drawer, stayed in for days,
waiting to be sent across, to be unfolded and read,
like the heart full of emotions that needed to be shed...
Every moment that passed after the feeling was locked,
weakened the link for it to be sent across.
My heart wanted to live,
The unwise flood of emotions could have washed it away,
but my wisdom came in the way,
Wrong or right, the feeling could have lost in reality's black and white
I guess, if life's most beautiful things have to stay,
they have to be in the shades of gray.
What more could I say?
Is it my heart or the wisdom that lets the emotion stay?
Would be worthwhile to think-
What really in life is a fair-play?
The crystal clear reality of the 'still' on the water surface,
Or the hidden pool of million ripples, the unclear feelings that we hide
missing which there will be no beauty of the tide !!
Form:
Pay me till the last of your cent.
Dance on your lap with my sweet flirty scent.
Sit and relax while I set the show
Take off this lingerie in a little bit slow…
Kiss me anywhere you want.
Forget the things that you never want.
I’ll give you the dreams that you never had.
Teasingly play you till yours will get mad.
Give me those things that I never had.
See me naked even if I’m not kind of fad.
Truth is I don’t love you at all.
Need you to take me in all places at mall.
Use me up until you get so weary
Don’t forget to reward me and you’ll never be sorry.
I’m just a naked used girl in your room.
The unloved ones who’ll just make you to bloom.
Never had the desire to be like this…
Just have nothing in my purse that’s why I’m like this.
If only I had listened to my dad,
This heart will never do things that make me so tad…
Form:
I had so much fun to be with you!
You were wearing shirts in all color blue.
We threw crumpled paper like we’re six graders,
We ran and shouted like those elephant wailers.
Remembering 18th when we played those wooden chairs?
We grabbed white candies and buckled upstairs.
With your crazy dance moves over a yellowish folded paper,
You grouped yourselves absurdly like those itchy black scrapers.
You moved insanely with a green tomato on your face,
We sang together though we were so out of our pace.
We ate and chatted like it’s going to be our last.
Time was though unfair because it was ever too fast.
I’ll treasure that day because it was the best,
Our Christmas was dear compare to the rest.
Remember 18 because it was a magical scene,
Our greatest happiness is a treasure unseen.
Form:
so busy with spooky tales
all i hear are screams and yells
comming to realize
how sick these people are
i never noticed
the strange and bizaar
their fantasies are out of this world
come to find out even the little girls
wives dreams of killing there mates
guy's with their minds on killing there dates
which reminds me
turn off that witches brew
theres still more time
it's only a little after two
it's still dark and we have a few soupers left
that we haven't threatened
or scared to death
it's a sad sad world
i spoke of monsters
they spoke of themselves
the mad, the vengful, the perverted
with super human strenght
to inflict torture
as their wills impose
ready to act, ready to explode
to what do we owe the horror of ours
abusive parents, a government that doesn't care
the horror that we could be a victom at any moment
from a bomb, or a family member
the blame
we owe it to ourselves
for being so perverted
Form:
Sweet the bounty imbuing the meadow
With ripened fruits, herbage, and oats,
And children raise their baskets under lush trees
To pick pluck nectar of mid-autumn’s regale...
While older folks round up for a grateful song
Delighting in tokens from the horn of plenty,
Where scent of crops brews on lit abodes
Until breaths deepen warmly upon fertile yield,
Relishing the heap from nature's soil.
~
Then reeling unto sunset's fest
Dusk imparts joyful revelry
As landscape blooms , a starlit crest
While Harvest moon enlivens earth.
~
In this rich season …
voices whisper, “ Oh praise be,
dear blessed heaven!”
For Kim Rodrigues' Cornucopia Contest
11/18/2017
Form:
For my father up above
This goes out to you
I continue to sin
With actions I have no desire to do
I know I can be stronger
But situations make me weak
As much as I ask for your guidance
I know The ability is only in me
Forgive me for all that I am
Forgive me for all that I don’t do
To take the actions that are needed
To fulfill what I feel I lose
I seek for forgiveness
In things I can control
How can I be so stubborn
If it’s something I already know
I am not myself
I keep saying everyday
But is that the truth
Or do i lie to myself so that I’m not ashamed
I should appreciate more
For those who support me
But I’m blinded by my desires
What is there I do not see
Don’t be angry with my sins
Only you know my heart
Happiness is just not there
I feel torn apart
I ask what I should do
But I know the answer is hidden
I just don’t know where to look
Even in the scripts I keep reading
Even though I surrender to you
I can only walk as I know
Don’t quit on me my loving father
My faith is all I have to show
- [ ]
Form:
Body long gone
In a tomb on the hill side
Body long gone
In a tomb in the afterlife
Still a prison in afterlife
If you're living in fear
But the body's too dear
When you want to see clear
Relax to divine the hidden meaning
When you're head's on the stake
But your mind is awake
Sure you've made some mistakes
Relax you'll be fine
If it's all you can take
That your psyche might break
When you want to escape
Relax to divine the hidden meaning
But the world isn't there
It's the soul that we share
We feel lighter than air
Where God created life
There life must be*
*T-23.II.19:2
Form:
On my way to discover what is Time??
I entered a place which was never mine.
Lush and green flowers welcomed me,
I was astonished and thanked God for not being mean again.
I could feel the swaying of leaves with slow wind,
As if I was hypnotized only by my mind.
Suddenly, the amazing view dispersed leaving me alone,
Now I could see the flood following my soul.
I was struck and pushed to a barren land,
I wonder where those greeneries and auspicious form gone,
Have they been engulfed by this hungry and thirsty sand?
“Don’t blame me”, sweet little flower popped out and said,
“Hey you”, it’s the way that leads to your heart,
Those were the transformations that it has gone coz of you,
Those were the tears of your soul, others never knew.
Form:
Like all the fools before me and the blind that wait their turn.
Ive been to play within my hell and watched an angel burn.
The contrast of such beauty on a once angelic face,
Now the grimace of such evil killing all to win the race.
I treated her like royalty as if she wore a crown,
Looking back i realise i was just a courtroom clown.
The signs were there ,
I didnt care,
Blinded without sight.
I dealt the jack and got it back,
Then lost the final fight.
Even now i catch my thoughts drifting into space,
I pull back in to realise that im smiling at her face.
The lonesome touch or passing glimpse would make me feel so high.
The only comfort left now is in my tears each time i cry.
Like all the fools before me and the blind that wait thier turn,
Watch how love can make you whole,
And watch how angels burn.
Form:
Maybe you'll never live to read my thoughts,
Maybe you'll never live to see my dreams,
Maybe you'll never know about the thorns,
a yellow rose carries in between.Maybe.....
I'll never live to be your daisy,or your pure white little dove,
Maybe all the maybes never get to know there was a time,
we were so very happy,so very much in love,
but maybe ,in the inner of the inside of my heart,
I know one day ,our souls met,and they'll never be apart.
Maybe these are fool's verses, twisted without rhyme,
yet,its how i'm feeling ,and Now ,I think its time!
Maybe...I'm not perfect,of that i am so sure,
If i ever leave you,If i go and lock my door,
Its cos I can't stand another heartache,a spirit tear to sore.
Yet,there is that little window,that I shall always see,
a scene of sweet remeberance,when"US",where You and Me.
Maybe a dove finds home and home finds land,
Maybe a dance be born,to hold your hand again,
maybe fresh ink dries,and my verse finds the end,
Maybe the hurt is too much for me to understand.
Maybe there is here and here is there,
maybe a pearl and a shell will never tear,
They tear..
Mabye,just maybe ,as we turn to dust,
We born to find once more our Love and Lust
Maybe...
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