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happiness
i have spent this life
with mermaids and maidens
the most beautiful of women
who made words like sweet perfume
flying above me are valkryes and fairies
long looking for my soul
and how they could bless me
lovers and mistresses made of the earth
built in human weaknesses from birth
they answer my calls with words
of worth, pecancy and flirts
also in my kingdom are queens
and princesses
perched on high mountains
and lifted heavenly
men with pen's exalt their beauty
because it is their solemn duty
to worship each other in this way
some search for saddness
and saddness they deliver
some search for gladness and
it too is in the quiver
some are sinners
some are saints
some from out of musty
books they paint
emotions or some worthy cause
matrons and the mothers
who could only live
by the graces
only a mother could give
i've laughed with these women
and cried on their shoulders
enough time has passed that
they've made me grow older
daughters and sisters my next of kin
i shared with you my secrets
my poetry with in
and sang my songs
of juvenilia
and angels that brought
lucidity and luciferous
to dark caverns of
inhumanity
gratis for the guilty
words describing filthy
from those who
writhe in pain
cowgirls and tomboys
you know who you are
with words of encouragement
you made me a star
and to add to the list
one vixen and one witch
one who's been deleted
and the other
i don't know which
but they all make out the
women i love on the soup
they turned out to be
a tight little group
i think i've added all to my list
especially a woman
who's name rhymes with bliss
so here's to you all
i give you this
a great big hug
and great big kiss
I am the daughter of eve ,with the strength to create or destroy the world,but you nasty people
Judge and say me as a simple weak being.
Was born to be beautiful being but you made me suffer my whole life.
During childhood,I loved playing with dolls and with friends,
But you wanted me to do the chores so brother can enjoy.
He enjoyed all the pleasures and had all the fun,while I was in the
Hot sun,doing the work like a nun.
I worked like a donkey,but he had the turkey.
As he was the son, and I was none.
He had to read the books and I had the food to cook.
And there came a new man in life ,for whom I was wife.
He earned money and I was honey.
he had the authority and I was in poverty.
He was the ruler and I was the bearer.
All I wanted was the love ,but he gave me the stove.
The days passed and the seasons changed,but my life hadn’t.
Designation changed from wife to mother,nursing all the time .
Was split into two by husband and kids,but the heart always
Desired something else.
Kids grew and flew to new destinations.
the heart does crave and yearn for love as it is stupid,as it doesn’t
have mind to think,and it is there only to feel.
I want to learn, read ,play and relive those moments which were
Mine but were snatched away as I was a girl.
But it is us, who make this world beautiful,peaceful and happy.
We are mothers, daughters, sisters above all we are human beings.
Treat us like fellow humans but not like slaves,then you will see
The more beauty of the world.
PS:This poem is not based on my personal experience ,but on my observation and deep understanding of their pain.It speaks about women who went through this pain and strength they discovered they had to come out of it.
Under the magic spell of a thousand hills,
Hides beauty beyond what words can tell,
Sounds sweet like home-time bell,
Shouting that I already fell
Fell in love like hell
Love sweeter than words can tell,
A better place to dwell,
And with me, it is well.
Wait a minute, precious
Wild and wonderful, pause
Loving ma belle reine;
Disciplined my eyes, I can't see any other.
Disciplined my ears, I can listen to any other.
Disciplined my mind, I can't think of any other.
Disciplined my heart, I can't love any other.
Disciplined my life, I can't live with any other.
Everything you are sets my pace,
The pace at which I run my race,
A race to embrace my ace.
I say in your face;
My heart is your place,
My life is your space,
And without say,
No one will ever take your place.
Ravishing beauty on fire,
Remains my wildest desire.
Radiant smiles never for hire,
Takes me beyond and higher,
Leaving me lost in reverie,
Beyond every wonder,
To my land of plunder.
A special and sweet place;
A happily ever after space,
In a phrase.
Mwiza wanjye to embrace,
Painting a smiling face,
Of the greatest mystery ever told
Holding my hold with bold.
So, I am hiding Occupied state
Or, else or, learning french occult eBay at
Non nuptial lady , a loner, an ex-positional urge
Inside the total nine after, even after a dirge
Alma mater in Houston, there will be a problem with Poseidon surge
Gone baha'i , a limerick try, optional pagan gods and winds around our flagstaff, IN
Animesh is ricocheting, consulting appendics
nonetheless painless as free as the appendix did say "Ish........"
Duncan hill and healthy premium is a cliched a trope
Hiatus , a self imposed speed limit where a bird, divine hoopoe
in colors and diva, will be "assimilating" marination tonight,
(and a fried second paper, oil blessing.)
About:
Sonia Gandhi is a royal chant there, like the people's princess and she
She is a muse , con clues on (and on) , with communal commuter and mundane be!
Why Al Pacino is a PhD dissertation, not now, not YA incognito !
As ethnic dish discourse will have ties to Gospel in a national crisis
With the Nobel prize, navel cutie and baby bottles and dresser case, cliffhangers!
Rules (unruly)
Once taken you cannot take it back, here they Stan, there they channelize
The "room" in Alexandria, Italic or a "Bambino" try."
Will you be trade relations with the orphan or a parallelism in "Ces't la vie?"
Will you be that oxymoron, to the symphony , flora and fauna
that had an entire Ramadan but never against a fie!
(Case and Code, both switches)
For a widow they say, the loosing atlas!
And for an affidavit , they say whisk() in a canop() try
And then board as you may find solace in grace (head on again, never hedonism)
did you marinate in between? Or ritual Can I pray today?
Can i try? Can i die? Can i sigh? Can i hi? And most of all
can i Nye?
January, 2025
https://youtu.be/DF8_wEnUIa0
My heart, my love, truly my better half.You are my kind of perfect.
Without you Without you
Without you Without you
It’s hard for me to live, man
It’s hard for me to kill, man
I can’t sleep anymore
There is no peace now
Desperate is the shadow now
I swear to you every hour
In dreams at night
I saw you Family Husband
My spouse is my shield, my spouse is my strength.
Laughter made me cry
I lost my Greed and lust
I lost my memory
I didn’t sleep all night
Loneliness bites
I have no one here
For my peace of mind,heart and soul
True love is when both people think they have the better half of the deal.
This time also stopped
Garden became barren
With you my better half
Without you Without you
Without you Without you
You are my best friend, my human diary, and my better half. You mean the world to me and I love you.You’re mine and only mine, all rights reserved.
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran
Holy macaroni and cheese!
The temperature is like 100 degrees.
Everyone is sweating and trying to adjust
To the heat, humidity, and must.
Any relief would be necessary.
How about some vanilla ice cream with a cherry?
Tea with ice sounds really nice,
But it won't be complete without a lemon slice.
Water is the best thing to keep you cool;
You can either drink it or swim in a pool.
Another groovy idea would be
Relaxing in a hammock underneath the palm tree.
Vacationing in the summertime
Is about having fun. Is that a crime?
Easy does it, y'all! Be extremely cautious.
This weather could make you sick and nauseous.
Whatever you do, you better behave,
And hopefully you won't melt in this heatwave.
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TO THOSE WHO'S
BEEN SEPARATED
FROM THE MAINSTREAM
PEOPLE WHO'VE BEEN SET-UP
PUSHED ASIDE, SEPARATED
AND EVEN UNDONE
WHEN YOU'VE BEEN
UPSET AND ANGERED
AND FOUNDED PEACE
WITH YOURSELF
ENOUGH TO KEEP COOL
WHEN WHAT IS EXPLAINED
IS MORE SCARY THAN
YOUR REALITY
THESE WORDS MAYBE
A PERFECT FIT
FOR WHAT YOU'RE GOING THRU
INTRO'S
AINT NOBODY
GONNA LOVE ME LIKE ME
DOING FAVORS FOR SOMEONE
WHO LIES AND DECEIVES ME
MAKING HER SELF PART OF EVERYTHING
YOU SOMEONE SHE LIKES TO FOOL
MAKE YOU BELIVE WHAT SHE SAY'S
THOSE RIGHT ON'S
AND I KNOW THAT'S RIGHT'S
COMPROMISING TO GET THAT OUT
GETTING IT IN
AND DOING WRONG
MAKING FOOLS
AND SINGING SONS
WHAT WE DOING
DOES IT GET US TOGETHER
WHAT YOU WANT FROM ME
SEEN I'VE BEEN UNDERMINED
AND FOLKS DONE HAD
THEIR WAY WITH ME
HEAR SUMTHING
SOMEBODY SAID
AH SHE JUST WANNA SEE
THAT WHY
YEAH WOMAN HE
GULLIBLE
YOU CAN TELL HIM THINGS
AND HE'LL SAY RIGHT ON
IT'S THAT CHURCH IN HIM
MAKING HIM COMPROMISE
SHE SAID SHE WAS SATAN'S WIFE
THE DEVIL IN DISGUISE
HE'LL LET YOU GAME
AND TAKE CARE OF YOU
HE'S A FOOL
HE'LL LET YOU WHAT YOU WANNA DO
I HEARD THESE WHISPERS
THOSE PHONE CALLS
WHEN WE GET IT RIGHT
I'M OUTTA HERE
CURSE HIM
I WANNA BE WITH YOU
YA'LL KNOW THAT GAME
AINT KNOW WINNER HERE
IT'S ONE OF THOSE ANCIENT THINGS
WHATS A MAN TO DO
THEY WANNA SAY
AINT KNOW ONE FOR YOU
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