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mon cygne noire

now ...

dance for me …
eyes of polished onyx
pierce me like the keen edge of
a scalpel, deftly wielded ...
the blood of my black
heart flowing in and around you -
warm and welcomed to your
wings and wants -
the aspiration of our spirits
charged air between us as still as ruin
while the world spins outward
ever a cacophony of color ...
calm

Dieu Et Mon Droit

"Oh King Charles Philip Arthur George,
how do I see thee?
Let me count the ways...
Tho' beauty is only skin deep,
and in the eye of the beholder,
or so we have been told,
yours is more, it goes to the bone,
a sore sight for eyes to behold,
now you have acceded to the throne.
As, like diarrhoea, it seems,
it runs in

The foreshadowed clouds Mon Karigor Lyrics

SONG CREDITS :


Song : Mon Karigor 
Singer : Tahsan 
Lyric : Robiul Islam Jibon 
Tune : Imran Mahmudul 
Music : Imran Mahmudul 
Album : Mon Karigor 
Label : Cd Choice 
Cast : Azim Uddula & Saowla 
Director : Chandan Roy Chowdhury



Lyrics:

The foreshadowed clouds , wanderer within the sky
Not an easy one to tame through dispersing

MON TEESA MON THE CURSE OF THE CARIBBEAN BAKERY

RASTA MY ASSASIN MURDERED AT MY FEET RETURNED WITH A PILE OF GRAVEYARD DIRT SEARCHING FOR THE OWNERS OF THE BAKERY A BAKERY ALREADY SOLD SWINDLED FROM THE OWNER IN THE END A CURSE PUT UPON ANYONE WHO TRIES TO CLAIM THE BAKERY TANGIBLE DEAL WITH THE DEVIL AFTER THE KILLING OF RASTA ANDREW THE

mon cygne noire

now ...

dance for me …
eyes of polished onyx
pierce me like the keen edge of
a scalpel, deftly wielded ...
the blood of my black
heart flowing in and around you -
warm and welcomed to your
wings and wants -
the aspiration of our spirits
charged air between us as still as ruin
while the world spins outward
ever a cacophony of color ...
calm

Mon Mourning

Dogs howl, people also,
that moonful yowl is a sustaining thread,
a link to soul.

Most folks beat the bushes
looking for God knows what?

Only those who've done with howling
get it -got it - know it -
they've got that sustaining thread,

even so, now and again,
everyone’s still got to bay a bit,

just like any other dawg,
even so.

Nana mon amour

You used to say 
that pizza always sucks
once you’ve had your last slice
you’d grab the best sneer to mimic
all those moments we couldn’t box in
would have your forehead slipping into eternity
by stroking the surface of boiling water
would complain about pain
like it it could go away with high frequency 
and would dress my happiness 
like the

do you know Mrs Con Mon

do you know Mrs. Con Mon?
She monopolizes every conversation.
Actually annihilating it, because once she is here
all conversation except her conversation stops.
People who do not know her wait for her to pause.
Thinking that she will, but she doesn’t.

Her mouth opens, and suddenly she is loudo you know Mrs. Con Mon?
She monopolizes every conversation.
Actually annihilating it, because

I Don't Know Why I Love You, Mon Amie

I don't know why I love your smile
I don't know why I admire your style
I don't know why I appreciate your ways
I don't know why I want to carry your trays.

Through your eyes I can see deep in your heart
It's like looking through a binocular or a telescope
At times, I see love, pride and many

Obsessed

Soft hands, intertwined with mine,
Increasing my grip, for we have no time.

Your bright eyes, your beautiful smile,
Down to my knees, I fall again.

Mon amour, you belong to my heart,
A tear falls to the thought of our depart.

Your soft hug comforting my wounds,
But I can't seem to let go of you...

Joy

Three letters one word, one sentence
One idea, one ideal, one sequence
of generating generated art that even AI
cannot duplicate because I
just tried to use ChatGPT to compose
This soliloquy and please before you start, those
of you that think for me to do so is fraud-like
There’s little for me about you to like
And you see the real issue

Farewell, Mon Amour

Oh, my…oh…my sad heart’s bang on broke,
Bidding adieu, to my lover, a sweet bloke.
A tall, brunette sailor, going back to the sea.
In duress, I moaned, what’s to become of me?

Without his eyes, the deep color of the sea.
And his tanned ,muscular arms to encircle me.
I rested my arms on the railing, as his ship pulled

Hoots Mon

In Scotland the reindeer arrived at a canter
And Rudolph gave Santa some humorous banter
His outfit was red
But sat on his head
A bright ginger wig and an old Tam O’ Shanter



25 November 2022
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Mon Dieu

"mon dieu"


she's

definitely
French no

no oui

i don't have
a frog in my

throat

Mon Semblable

Hey you, dear reader!
You over there
immersed in this fairy world
lost in this wonderland!
"Mon semblable, mon frère"!
What if
life goes awry
and plans do stray
from the intended course
from the traced way
without a cause?
Won't you crave to have a say?
What if
your hopes
your wishes
are all the day
despicably belittled
and thrown away
without a cause?
Won't you ache to have a say?
What if
such a

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