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Lukman Saleh Poem
COVID-19
The universe seems curled
Like earth crust displacement,
More of blind spot to cosmos people;
Never let lady or homage.
All rights reserved in isolation,
Chasing souls in vivid,
And Playing hunger games in the belly
Tears flow on cheeks for losses.
Our globe became barren
With itching thoughts,
'stay home stay safe'
It's an apocalypse of world war |||.
Flu became glue,
Smiles turn to exhaust,
No learning no education;
Yet, zero reaction.
© LUKMANSALEH
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Lukman Saleh Poem
MIRACLE OF BEAUTY
Your visage glittered
Not as for those who filtered.
It glittered in wisdom,
Not in random.
You glittered like a gold
Looks like a bold.
Your cheeks are rosy,
Your motives became dizzy.
The dizzy of cuteness
That is termed as freshness.
You smiled in solitude
Not in longitude.
You adorned yourself
Cladding yourself.
Looks like a moon's fleck
In applied red lip stick.
Your eyes are so attractive
Highly adaptive
Cute and charming.
Love and caring.
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Lukman Saleh Poem
THE CAGED BIRDS
When the twilight falls
with light of clumsy fish
in a shallow stream
rain flows with raging winds
*YOUNG POET*
Living oppressed like an aged cloth
hang under the spicy sun
singing song of lamentation to cool down
their burning nerves
*YOUNG POETESS*
They hiss
like a wounded ororo snake
chokes with vengeance
in orhere-land, curly and springy
it glistens in the dark
*YOUNG POET*
The world was discoloured
as their heart rending
*YOUNG POETESS*
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THE PAIN
The pain I encountered,
Makes my kernel slaughtered,
With jinx of blood filtered,
In wedlock, I'm bastard.
This pinky pricey pain is painful,
Like a python kingdom, is harmful,
Turning my life stressful,
But alligator drove me careful.
The fire in me is love,
Quenching the relation of dove,
Strategizing me in dove,
I'm now trying to shove.
Love pain is blight,
In a pool of sorrow, I turned kite,
Chasing my soul so bright,
Soon depart from plight.
© LUKMANSALEH
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I AM ME
When I was nine, I dreamt of my ambition,
Wishing to grow with a strong mission.
Solely, Daddy applied me to a new motion,
Going against my strong notion
Without tendering the body lotion.
At fifteen, my thoughts turns blue,
Fishing out all stain glue
To remove all crappy clue.
Yet, with a strong cue.
When I turn 18, I became raw,
Joining my palms to bow
Kneeing underneath of a paw,
Calling me bow raw.
Now at 22, pen defines me right,
Shedding on whites,
Flying like kites.
Blooming without fight.
I am me.
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Lukman Saleh Poem
HEART GLANCE, EPISODE ONE
I glimpse at my virgin lips,
Which adore the flesh behind your charming ribs,
Creating heavy thoughts from heavy tips,
Nah! I won't stare at the vapid hips.
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