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Dr Jose Manimala Poem
Poetic Goddess
Forget me not, forgive me must naivete,
Poetry flows from the white rivers of my heart,
You are my moondust, write soul songs,
Thousand suns glitter, bloom, la, la
You make me bloom, lift from the gloom
You are a nightingale.
Yay, ye Born with the poetic tongue.
You are an eternal poetic fountain
Yay, you may write poetry on
thousand more blue moon nights.
Land of the light beckons,
Fall among the stars,
Covered in moondust,
Reborn childhood,
Thousand reincarnations,
This Devi- Bhakth, virtuous, innocent,
Material desires ye, dust,
Soul eternal, Childhood immortal.
Dr. Jose Manimala PhD, Pala, India.
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My soul is chiming
break free destiny,
Breathe golden dust,
I fell among stars
Covered in moondust,
Golden Moon here,
Mother Earth, there,
Blue Moon nights sing rhymes
One thousand suns-
Explode in glittering morning dew,
Ye, virtues shine bright,
Pierce Gloom, Doom, Tau Zero,
Worldly sorrows, teardrops
Mist into Mahendrodayam,
Kailash, Mansarovar, Mind eternal,
Reincarnate as million Lincoln Roses,
Devi bless for eternity,
Brooks, Bulbuls, Cicadas
Cheer, fill in the Golden Rays-
Of Glittering Morning Sun
Destined for Stars,
Voyage eternal.
Dr Jose Manimala, PhD, Pala, India.
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By Dr Jose Manimala PhD
Doctor, behold, embolden spirit cheer ye,
C M may sharpen yore bloody dagger,
To pierce your brave – heart,
Lo, the fallen mighty, dreams to dust,
Bawd Swapna swoon double - heart,
Golden dreams took wings forever,
Na, crook ain’t my king, no more,
Where chatte queens reign!
Derriere queen is no bloom.
But a sucking vortex!
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But a short time to live. Well,
Glittering fireflies fizzle in flames,
Earthly sorrows only to the pyre
Heavenly Joy burst for-
an eternal dawn
May hundreds of Blue Moons
Shine on you Doctor, In Pala-
Yer new Nest, Ye Nightingale,
This inviter is fading away,
Paradox, destiny is strange.
No offense Mi, Lord
Morrow’s Cultural Minister.
Waiting for you Doctor,
Forever????
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