Short Scotching Poems

Blazing sun scotching
Blue skies shrouds me from vile heat 
Cotton candy clouds
Kisses of breeze cools warm skin
Daylight dreams visions of love...

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When the sun rises up there
I greet her “Good morning”
But the deaf woman is quiet
She answers me not in humility
Towards me she comes angry
Fiery, hot, fighting and firing
Without mercy shows me her tongue
Hot, piercing, scotching and wild
Off to my grandfather’s hut I dash
There she comes threatening 
“Coward, coward, cowards, come!...

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Mostly it all has been:
      
   Love is syrupy this; love is cute that;
   love is alluring that; love is rosy this.
                 But hardly anything that 

                 love is a living grain
                 it feels the scotching sun
      it can groin,
      it can complain
      love suffers pain.

                The neglected fact....

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