Businessman has said:
Before goods become profit
Much waits has settled.
Raindrops on summer
Beer or wine on winter eve
Sunshine on day-offs
The orange and apple
Are incomparable.
Unable to match
The death tolls
Box after box of matches
My fire has burnt out
I can’t find a match to light it
My coals are cold
My flue turned down
No sparks fly from my pipe
Burnt wood in the fireplace
No trees around to cut
The last wood has split
No more hot coco
No more wine
Just a bear skin rug
Laying by a cold fire
This last cord of wood
Has lost it’s harmony
I have lost my Match
I am Matchless
I AM SO INTO YOU
LIKE A MATCH
INSIDE A BOOK
WAITING TO BE PICKED
AND LIT AFLAME
BY YOUR FINGERTIPS
I'M THIRSTY FOR A TOUCH
A SMILE, A GLANCE
TURN MY INSIDES OUT
THERE IS DROUGHT
AMONG US
QUENCH ME
WITH YOUR MAGIC
I'M LONGING
FOR THOSE LIPS OF PASSION
SOULFIRE
EYES LOCKED
BEHIND THE PRISON OF SILENCE
LET ME OPEN THE GATE
CAN I GET THE KEY TO YOU?
2000
Mothers are matchless angels,
They sacrifice anything and everything,
For the welfare of their kids
They are veritable angels on earth,
They never think of their comforts,
Wants or longings,
They need the wellness,
Of their kids and take,
Any kind of risks,
To promote the prospects,
Of their loved ones,
A disabled child is never a burden,
For the mum; they take all the trouble,
To bring them up,
As normal human beings
The word angel mean nothing,
Compared to the matchless word-mother.
“You’re my matchless mate”
Kiss me as you never before
Do it much better
That I must ask you for more
But one thing you keep it in your mind
I can never let myself for nasty
So, never plan to go on for dirty
I know, you have devoted yourself to me
But it doesn’t mean
You begin to feel free
You know well who am I
If I’m your heart voice
Then you’re also my elite choice
Though the sun blaze very hot
But when you came in front of it
It cools down on the spot
Whenever I say you’re my flower
You replied, “You’re its scent”.
From others, this thing makes you different
No doubt you’re my matchless mate
In any way and only with you
I have decided to make my fate.
Ovis )
“ In this font format : “ Distant Galaxy “
Yes as inspired by great poet Brian Johnston, I retitle this, ''God's kind of poetry.''
Glorify the Great
Architect
Awesome artist of nature
Author of the universe,
Glorify God
for beauty infinite,
For the markings bedecked
for the striped and the spotted,
The mottled and the dotted
for the gold bedecked
for the glint 'n' glitter bespangled
For the fawns speckled
And other animals dappled.
The cobras bespectacled!
Variety in flora and fauna.
His creation's so beauteous
whether it hath markings
or be it plain,
it's all simply wondrous.
But for God's sake, let that fur
be left solely on its owner
for poachers don't own it
nor do they the python's skin.
So hunters and poachers beware
Unless nobody does care
any longer
if beauty be extinct!
Opt for other options
for your pillowcasing eiderdowns
Don't strip the feathered fauna
of their fine downy gowns!
Be ye cautious about culling or killing
Let no blood be rapaciously spilling
So forever humanbeings may admire
God's stippled effects on animals
And His ripple effect on river canals!
My love looms still in your room,
a carousel billowing in
boundless bloom,
watch it like the dew distil
before dawn;
in a dream of passion before
roses yawn.
My love commits one common
crime,
it steals through your blind at
bedtime,
with smiles so bright from dusky
skies;
leaving the rainbow glued to
your eyes.
This is more than a dream, feel it,
like the Icycles in Autumn, see it;
crystal clear, written in black and
white,
not to be measured though a
tender mite.
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