The Masnavi of Giti and Saeed - Part 27, 28 and 29
...Part Twenty-Seven — Giti Speaks with Her Father and His Reply
Sweet Giti, like an idol fair,
A thousand hearts caught in her hair.
As soft and gentle as the breeze,
Her charm could bring stro...
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Categories:
stroked, cute love,
Form: Masnavi
Ginger Cat
...I have this little Ginger Cat.
Lord knows what he sees
in me! – cutest adoring eyes
I don’t deserve; purrs in
reserve, as he settles to cuddle
and be stroked.
All I do is feed him, a bowl ...
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Categories:
stroked, christian, forgiveness, funny love,
Form: Free verse
what a palette
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he liked it black and white with no greys in between
even when cracks appeared so strikingly evident
strictly speaking he preferred pink purple and orange
yet when life gave him lemons the brush...
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Categories:
stroked, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
The Murmuration
...l saw her by the edge of the burnt mossy wall
and she was watching high above, over forests so tall
then as the dusk gathered starlings, that danced in the melting sun
it was the breathless disp...
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Categories:
stroked, imagination, longing, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Point of No Return
...The point of no return could be global or individual
but never is it in the middle.
It is a horizon of dreams aloft in hope held by tentative
strands of rope that weaken and deny what hear...
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Categories:
stroked, change, conflict, corruption, deep,
Form: Free verse
Sisters
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My sisters stroked my girlfriends hair
Saying lovely hair
Then both of them went into
a cupboard under the stairs
Like something a la Burton
Sorry my ex-girlfriend
I am ashamed by my co...
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Categories:
stroked, poems,
Form: Free verse
Xemidoofnac
...A heron watched me
from painted rushes,
brush-stroked by a man
who lived in a wagon
lacquered with stars
and road-dust and wind,
who sometimes drank too much
and thundered.
They say he wan...
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Categories:
stroked, art, bird, imagery, in
Form: Free verse
Touch
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Childhood has me
with a fevered brow
being gently stroked
and bathed in the cool
of a caring breath
as I lay sick -
recalling, when I was
only six years old,
the electric thrill
that ...
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Categories:
stroked, childhood, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
When the Door Stays Locked
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You’ll come
Knocking on my door
One of these days
And you’ll know
What it’s like
To be able to feel your insides
That uncanny descending feeling
Like a rock being dropped
In t...
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Categories:
stroked, boyfriend, break up, loneliness,
Form: Free verse
Nevermore, Whatever For?
...My eyes wandered through an old photograph.
Pausing suddenly, I dissolved in tears,
remembering how, the first half of half
of my life, you were with me all those years,
and how my young love,...
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Categories:
stroked, grief, hair, humor,
Form: Other
departure
...departure
i touched her face
then kissed her lips
and stroked her tears
as i turned away
her hair was long
i brushed it aside
and we kissed again
as never before
i remember h...
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Categories:
stroked, farewell, kiss, leaving,
Form: Free verse
The Road to Maximus and Winter’s de-Reckoning
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“The Road to Maximus and Winter’s de-Reckoning”
Winter pulled me into Her
like I was Her new season
and cooly stroked my fevered skin
like the contours of my body
we...
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Categories:
stroked, muse,
Form: Narrative
She’s Been Here Before
...Once green and firm,
she danced,
on the boughs edge.
Whirling and dipping,
through the breezes,
of changing seasons.
She basked,
in hot summer suns.
Rejoicing in the adulation,
heaped up...
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Categories:
stroked, death, life, political,
Form: Free verse
The Ballad of The Lucky Man
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The Ballad of the Lucky Man
She visited me at 15
Like an untasted maelstrom of tempestuous emotions
She whispered like a midnight seductress
So mysterious and so enchanting
She st...
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Categories:
stroked, love,
Form: Rhyme
My cat can’t be happy
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Ok God hear it is
I spent eons perfecting an animal that cares about nothing I call it a……Cat
Gabriel beams as he places it gently in Gods lap
Could you please remove it
It is making a weir...
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Categories:
stroked, poems,
Form: Free verse
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