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On a sweltering humid July morning,
she was escorted by her best friend
as they walked through whispered prayers
into a beige brick one story building.
She laid on a padded table in a cool
gray room.
She didn't want this,
she felt coerced-
in youthful vulnerability she obeyed
her abandoning boyfriend.
Her goosebumps rose as she waited
in a mint-green cotton gown,
her shallow breath in and out,
her mouth and throat parched.
She looked up at overhead glaring
lights,
God's own.
She felt she just couldn't tell
her Mom,
the words wouldn't come forth,
a searing secret bitter on her tongue.
Fragments of jagged thoughts cutting
her psyche,
She was sweating cold through her
forehead.
The abortionist was as if an
anonymous shadow,
his voice distant,
flashes of kindergarten in her
eighteen year old's mind.
Waves of utter pain,
her heart pounding,
her ears thunderous with throbbing,
a sudden stillness,
God's own-
another of God's own,
returned to Him. ~
It reach its peek her cheeks turned pink like a sunshine blooming over clouds making its entrance to be beautified by the land
She looked at him as if he was hers
A shelf was dug out from her heart withdrawals of his name as she only saw one man that was him indeed
Independently cast out to stare him as he walked in distance
The way her eyes would sink in to his presence it’s like he was the Grim Reaper as he snatched her soul and heart right through her body
He is a saint a God to Dorothy’s life
They are not married but one is involved
Although that feeling is forbidden
There is not even a joy trolling to see their united happiness
I could never tell when Dorothy is sad or happy it always confused me all the time when I walk pass her house seeing her staring at the figment of the sunset
The same direction that he would normally pop up like a canoe sailing in a heavy thunderstorms penetrating the ocean
You could see her impatient aura as she impose any beings existence
She only waits and she only seek to see hers truly although she sometimes wonder if there is any other woman in his head as much as she thinks about him
She did think of breaking the wall in inviting his feeling also...
Finally he eventually popped up although he was running behind Dorothy’s mental schedule
He slowly waved at Dorothy as he walks pass her yard
Dorothy decided to speak
“Hi would you like to join me for a cup of tea” As she looked at him filled with goosebumps splashing alongside with curiosity on his reply while biting the lower lip “I’d love too” he replied with a huge smile that definitely brighten up Dorothy’s being
She felt like an Angel returning to heaven to speak with its God.
Ashleigh Ngoqo
Bring it on, ride on me like I'm your horse
Tax will be the satisfaction that comes with it.
Touch me,take it slow,top to bottom;
I want to feel you,deep down on the inside,
Shivers down my spine, goosebumps allover my skin;
Take me high to the peak of this great mountain,
Mount on me, I want to look straight at your brains,
Controlling them, with all I've got; my wits
Relax,take your breath,I just want to choke you with my love;
Kept for so long, from the time we met.
You got me thinking about you all the time,
How do I release this feeling,this desire?
Believe me,I want to share all my love with you,
Sharing is caring;
Take my hand, and lead me down the valley of roses,
Laying me down in the garden of roses,
Beautiful love; get it down
Serve me, like you do it in volleyball.
You are mine tonight, and I am yours,
It is our time, to explore this land
Expanding our knowledge about the game,
Teach me,I'm your learner;
Be my learner, allow me teach you.
You need someone to trust in this?
Call me when your lonely,
I'll be there to give you some company,
Yes, company,sweet sweet company!
Cowards last longer,I am one tonight,
Scared to tell you how much I love it,
Worried that you may leave me.
I want to hold you longer till sunrise,
Like my newly born baby.
Feel safe in mummy's arms,
Listening to her heart beat for you.
Stop! Don't come close to me,
Tell me what you see,
Tell me how it makes you feel?
Oh,you are disturbed?
That's what it does,gets on your brains,
Heats you up like hot spring waters,
Beneath me are the strong fountains,
Flowing with all glowing love,
waiting for you to come and take it off!
Like a senior detective unveiling evidence.
I know you want it,
Don't pretend; there you go, blashing,
Like you are falling in love for the first time.
Behold! I come to you,
Like a pet running up to it's master.
Tell me what's wrong,I want to make it right,
Giving you all this night; I'm all yours.
Fortune is all mine now,
Right here,in the valley of roses.
Push it in, dig it out
Like gold from a mine.
You found love,when you found me;
You got the engine running,
That I cannot cool it down by myself,
Lest you apply the brakes.
Tears from the sky fall to their rest
in the earth outside your window,
on the flowers against the pane so pressed,
soothing as they wave to and fro.
In the wind you watch the leaves sway
to a rhythm felt in your goosebumps,
to a song only the storm can play,
the beat that through your veins now pumps.
Thunder reverberates in your chest
as your body echoes its booming thumps,
as the peals draw to a crashing crest,
and into your throat your heart jumps.
Whether your life enjoys a gleeful glow
or has somehow for a spell gone astray,
you can find something in the watery show -
a smile in the tempest, peace in the grey.
Truly those days were fun,
Little children playing each,
With a fine decorated toy gun,
Life was serious yet catchy;
And we were easily convinced
‘ Sit back, I will buy you Akara’,
Was enough to pacify and evinced.
I can still peep through the silhouette,
Of throwing stones at Mango fruit,
And playing with a plate of omelette,
Those hid and seek games in the rain,
Truly those days were fun,
We went on errands without gain,
Whether it was under the sun!
And when a person died in the hays,
Goosebumps, fear sits in the air;
I can’t forget those jannock days,
As fear was harbored, decency was the heiress
An old woman could tell her daughters,
“Do not touch or allow a man touch you,
For when you do, you will be in a family way:”
I wish to go back to those days in decipher,
For the imagination of her dream, is not new.
These days;
Even a seer can’t see what a teen talks,
And behold, they are all on Tiktok,
Staring at things our fathers only but imagined,
And when you tell them to face their books,
Oh God! They are on Facebook,
These days, decency is just but a crime,
And when you see it, we call it archaic;
Mothers that should do their job,
Are their, on the sad side of Instagram,
Influencing in their nude paraphernalia!
Majority of these parents will taste,
Eli’s strength, a sad reality disguising,
And truly this age is punctured;
And it is bleeding in black jars,
Where then should I start the tale from,
Truly the beat has changed;
Leaving us naked in the daylight;
Where is our morality forte?
Even the news of these days,
Does not sit well with the mind...
It is either abduction, manslaughter,
Banditry, and all those odd news,
I’m debilitated and would want,
To go back to those days!
My eyes are witness to this insouciant.
Grasping onto the tip of my index finger
Through her comforting warmth, I can feel her heartbeat
Emerald green stares back at me- heart thumps linger
Adorableness overload...and so petite
At that moment, the beauty of "Life" lifts my hair
Goosebumps galore cover me, like sand on a beach
Is soft, her breath- like feathers kissing in mid-air
So meek her nose, fingers and toes...her skin so peach
Her one syllable sounds are music to my heart
Her movements flatter my soul like angels with wings
Yet, cute is the sound of her "Surprise little "Fart"
So grateful I am, Lord- for the joy that she brings
Grasping onto the tip of my index finger
Emerald green stares back at me- heart thumps linger
Magic of your Love
Like an ice, like a chocolate
I burn like a candle melt like wax
Emotions bloom like a spring
Fall like a winter,In your love
seed like a stone which grown
like a tree, ink of blood
Sketch like a green
memories like a half glass of
water without living half
emptiness in a glass
In your love
An ego of a mountain to touch the sky
An ego of the sky to touch the land
My ego of a cloud to fall like a rain
In your love,
pain of a needle,pattern of a butterfly
goosebumps in your love
Babe colours of the water
Rays of sun, the magic of your love
Magic of your Love
with love all
jagdish bajantri
Out of the blue from head to toe, you are such an unexpected blow. I never saw you coming, you were on my skin a drumming. When I am happy or sad you will show up, you make my body want to jump. Now! I say it is time for you to go, good by and don't be slow.
11/8/2019
It is like the rain on a summer day
Each drop restoring, keeping heat at bay
If not for this I'd burn in hot sun rays
Bringing the rainbow, not blue sky to gray
It is like music, hearing holds you still
Goosebumps testifying to the thrill
If I couldn't hear, heart and soul would feel
this melody like medicine that heals
It is like magic, spells in each exhale
wrapping me in arms of love, all is well
So, let the rain fall cool, let music swell
Let your magic ring out like chiming bells
Let me be the reason, it will abound
For to hear you laugh, there's no sweeter sound
With thoughts aligned within my mind
the poetry I hoped to find;
and dreams refined, angst left behind
by words forever redefined.
This symmetry was meant to be
please share with me your poetry.
The words within your heart begin
to make my head so softly spin;
with thoughts of sin I start to grin,
as goosebumps form along my skin.
This symmetry was meant to be
please share with me your poetry.
Your beauty beams and fills my dreams,
and takes them gently to extremes;
my mindset steams with wily schemes
as deep within, my passion teems.
This symmetry was meant to be
please share with me your poetry.
With bright array your words display,
and form within a bright bouquet;
these thoughts will stay with me today;
your poetry takes me away.
December 25, 2019
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