Let me teel you a short story.
Here it begins...
I was embrassed everday for being a girl.You will be shocked it was none other than my real brother.
He beats me everytime in my private region like my hips.So i can t show how deep my wound is.But he do this things in front of my mother.She is not my step mother but the one who has given me birth.
Isn t it strange?
I don t have any mother or guardian really.she even don t know when my periods come.She pretend that she cares about a lot.
But the reality is with gravity..
The story doen t end here it s just a beganing. The problem is i can only tell you this short part of the long story.
I released a valve,
protective porcelain,
brought a amnesty and sought the head metal,
wading story,
through frot and even friction,
that couldn't consummate me without a direction-
the galaxy is here as we're awaiting and non creating...
WHAT DID I TELL YOU?
HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU WHAT YOU MEAN TO ME
WHAT DID I TElL YOU?
THE JOY AND PEACE WITH HAPPINESS IN YOUR LIFE
THAT YOU GIVE TO THE ONE YOU LOVE.
WHAT DID I TElL YOU?
THAT THE WORLD HAVE NO PART IN OUR LIFE CAUSE WE
ARE VERY HAPPY WITH OUT THE WORLD.
WHAT DID I TEEL YOU?
IT IS TRUE THAT YOU ARE THE VERY BEST PERSON TO COME
INTO MY LIFE AND BRING THE LOVE, JOY, PEACE, AND HAPPINESS
THAT WHAT I BEEN TRYING TO TELL YOU ALL THE TIME BUT IT
SEEM THAT YOU DID NOT HAVE ANY UNDERSTANDING OF ME,
WHAT DID I TEEL YOU?
NOW EVERY THING HAS COME TO A END.
MR. PROFESSOR. JERRY”BIG PAPA” WELLS
AUTHOR
Steel
Hilted
Arced or straight
Razor edge with
Point
~
Sharp
Weapon
Of conflict
Reflects sunlight
Death
Written on 20th March 2019-03-20
For light up the page 3 poetry contest
Sponsored by Joseph May.
teel beams bridge chasm,
rushing waters gravitate
tireless sea at rest
Brian Johnston
6th of September 2018
POEMS 28 YOU NEED ME
YOU NEED ME IN YOUR LIFE
YOU NEED ME TO HOLD YOU AT NIGHT.
YOU NEED ME TO HELP YOU EACH TIME YOU ARE IN NEED.
YOU NEED ME TO TEEL YOU WHAT TO DO IN LIFE.
MR. PROFESSOR. JERRY”BIG PAPA” WELLS
AUTHOR
as i shower
do it for hours
its easy my pain
i do it in the rain
let me teel you too
its my thing
i
LOVE TO SING
How great it is to be a poet
It is to my great knowladge that I owe it
How good it is to feel the rhyme
Teel me that it can't be a crime.
Friend - Can you show
me the way to Middle Earth?
Enough of this century
of angst and warfare
My desire is to see
elves singing in the
twilight
The creations of the dwarves
beckon to me
and I understand their love
of mirthril
Friend - please point
me in the direction
of the Last Homely House
My longing to see Elrond
and Arwen Evenstar is
something I can barely control
Does your map show
the way to Lothlorien?
Celeborn and Galadriel still
reign in that enchanted wood
I pine to see mallorn trees
Do you know the way
to the Shire?
I want to be there
in early autumn
When the harvests are in
And I would like to
quaff cold Shire - Ale
With any Baggins, Took
or Gamgee who will
drink with me
Friend - Please show me
the way to Middle Earth
I walk beside this goddesss for a while,
as she looks away,
I hide a secret smile.
No fathoming,the reason,
that placed me here right then.
Hearts gone to racing,
nervous twitters,hands shaking ,
once again.
She's a beauty,
long hair down to there ,
blown upon the breeze.
Long legs walking,
hand there swinging ,
to be held,with ease.
If only ,there was a book,
or guide,
to teel me how.
Should I take the plunge ,
a leap of faith,
grab hold, even now.
I reach,and she responds,
interlaced fingers, holding tight.
Shyness forgotten ,in all this world
the simple act ,which feels just right.
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