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Teclar Litabula Poem
She saunters in unbidden
Burning hot as hell fire
Her water as pure as the driven snow
Her scent like a warm summer breeze
Men love her with a passion
Women loath her with a vengeance
Children whisper about her in dark corners
For she is deemed forbidden fruit
She is the shamed woman
A crown she wears unapologetically
Dare you not utter her name they say
Lest you fall prey to her charms
Slowly she rises to her feet
As she smiles to herself
Not in anger, but in endearment
Because only she knows
These people that shame her
She bore life to their multitudes
They are her children -
And she, their mother
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The world is in panic.
People are terrified.
Life as we knew it has suddenly flipped on its head.
When will it end? - is the question on everyone's lips.
We are all too desperate to return back.
Back to how it used to be.
Back to our jobs and schools.
Back to the buzz and chaos.
Back to painting the town red.
Back to the rush of life.
We want to return.
To return back into the world.
To return to our families and friends.
To return to our normal routines.
To return back to life.
We are frantic and anguished.
And so amidst all the disarray.
And amidst all the dread.
We seem not to realise.
We have already returned.
We have returned back to living.
Back to basics.
We have returned back to ourselves.
Back to solitude.
We have returned back to natural.
For nature, is where we all began.
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Teclar Litabula Poem
My love was too pure to be sullied by your lips
My love was too raw to be tainted by your touch
My love was too sacred to be defiled by your hands
My love was too musical to be howled back in my face
My love was too fragrant to be ill-scented by your words
My love was too delicate to be blemished by your ego
My love was too free to be caged in by your insecurities
My love was too infinite to be fathomed by your mind
My love was too unselfishly unconditional
My love so profound you could never comprehend
Except now its too late, My love
My love is no more
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