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Edwine Born Poem
What this contagious smudge?
Spreading in their walk of life
With that fondness on its look
And behaving in us too august
From its stockpile and reserves
As everyone keeps impatient
And nervy well at his seconds
A mutual support it's to bring
Metrics at the edge showing up
Definitive to blend irregularities.
A beautiful painting to figure on?
Fancy vignettes out the color wheel
The artistry steadfast to the dogs
Not suspicious by its wall bricks
By most minors well foreseeable
Shrinking the grid lines as young
Such a thirst needing no drink
Hungry! Enthusiastic to starve
Canvas tensed up for buildings
Their thoughts then getting stiff.
How the streams match a channel?
Probably an invention off the orbit
Once in a while without likely set up
Soft scales splitting her shoulders
Unto offsprings of a foreshadow
Which are likely to be fully grieved
Creating gradient on last designs
So as to weaken no nail stepped in
Grounded fruits rising to their trees
Plenty of happiness everyone needs.
Copyright © Edwine Born | Year Posted 2023
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Edwine Born Poem
My love, Josefin Slab
My first thought the time I wake up
My inspiration in moments I create art
My joy when we chat and laugh together
My strength when I'm on job
The last person I contact before my sleep
The only girl in my mind
The beautiful creature I found
With your sweetest voice and charming smile
With your amazing chatting emoji and laughs
And that walking-dancing baby emoticon
With your crazy mind I love
One with wonderful picture posing
With your brilliant yogurt skin color
With your perfect dressing fashion
With your fantastic ideas and advice on me
From your inner attracting power
A person I can submit my soul to
A person I commit to end in love with
I'm too favored to meet and know you
It isn't enough saying I'm crazy about you
You made me love
You're my weakness.
You make mincemeat of attention on calling my name
It's splendidly something we're grabbing ourselves at
My sleight of hand is premiered by your discernment
But understate yourself in giving someone a drubbing
And provide no rooms for amendments on your skids
Which depreciate the possessions in your proficiency
To affect wiping the floor with joyous love of ours
Really that it needs our synergistic ink to put on paper
I wish to destruct that part of you, likewise you'd
Unto me to paint the tints, shades and tones of loveliness
To sketch the signs of courage and put tolerance details
Keeping warm hues and cold saturations on our tongues
Kindly I request to open your mind and meet with mine
That we can share such fruitiness as matching goals
Safely and sufficient enough getting to our destined cliff
Though you impairs the ontology behind, I quite wonder!
I'm no more down at heel as you slowly met
And no longer experience little love laughs
Which solemnly stole my entire belief on
To smell the sense of dirt on our papers
By free graphite shine no other can see
In that a wild manner stirring sincerity up
My keen to rub the dots of one another
An eraser whose outcome is dusty
The pixels I granted to suit the resolution
The saturation of my tolerance being warm
With all recipes from your soul make up
Frozen springs partly exploiting our intent
A little I'd hatch is a one you crossed
A garment you wore set your eyes into no blink
That my feet found no sand to stand on
But only sweet regrets and sad charms to fall in.
Copyright © Edwine Born | Year Posted 2023
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Edwine Born Poem
Got into that a mirage
Unmapped in all its grounds
Where no lifeline could exist
Cautious distrust kicking in
An area where sorrows spread
That the beings had spoonfed
A stipulation of a well-crafted hat
Intruding two thirds of real hope
In that frame of mind pinpointed.
Walked through such a path
Paved long enough to the unseen end
Beautiful flowers emerging from sides
Just strongly pouring attractive odours
The fragrances to be sold at no price
That anyone would like to pass through
An amusement of natural adorable sprays
Leaving some marks to get questioned
By the look it expresses over the context.
Seek beyond the best feasible option
Uncharted below infinite water flows
To what the superiors would believe
Self opinions triggering mass faith
A sense to be named as uncommon
That no light ray felt to beam
A true meaning of being fake
Crashing all the Joules by others
To this little significant dot.
Copyright © Edwine Born | Year Posted 2022
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Edwine Born Poem
My opinion is an option
Their preferences a mandate
Our midpoint an ambiguity
The victory tastes bitter
Only the failure feels better
I then call it an intriguing skin
They name it an awkward scene
The softer tissues on touch
An awful sensation in view
Hearing the rooster roaring
We all deserve no contempt
By integral effort attainable
For every purpose one intends
On the prowess one and all have
Leading all of us complacent
Afterwards evolves serial concerns
The triumph is like a strong poison
What this conquest by me?
The defeat is a solid medicine
Why should I surrender?
I ultimately subdue their sensations
As they intimately soothe my tissues
We share the devotion, not hostility
We act empathic without negligence
And the rooster keeps roaring
Copyright © Edwine Born | Year Posted 2024
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Edwine Born Poem
Knocking across my abilities
That I could find it tough
The battle to play in no time
My wrist dissipating out of power
To watch the surroundings of ours
Such that my hand less weighed
Although no stretch made possible.
Thinking within my instincts
Where I should search some options
The decision to put into action
Oh medulla! Why no pathway?
To create some streams of ideas
For I felt too overwhelmed
Regardless that I got a relief.
Waving through my oceans
All the flows zero viscous
The length to alter no frequency
Getting myself move steady
Moving in a manner of disbelief
One of my organs hearing a relief
Strengthening a progress being chief.
Looking behind the windows
No creature would be visible
Such a view to loudly shout at
Eyes smelling the sound of bitterness
Having myself dance in betterness
'cause it led me fully relaxed
And finally my wrist had relieved.
Copyright © Edwine Born | Year Posted 2023
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Edwine Born Poem
You're wonderfully made
A seat of my obsessions
Oh my brain!
You're marvellously created
To steer my well-being
Oh my cognition!
You brighten my esteem and deepen my ties
With acceptance and a sense of belonging
So I avoid the lure of substance
It enriches my focus and nurtures my joy
Through diligence and problem-solving
Then I find purpose
You become phobic if threatened
From being indecisive to impulsive
With the persistent guilt that strikes
With stigma and discrimination endured
And the waves of turmoil that set in
Until we depersonalise our emotions
It all takes off from genes and neurones
From bullying, from abuse, from trauma
The stimuli within our surroundings
The life changes and transitions
That deep-rooted fear of being judged
That we find our thinking distorted
Then comes a relief through substitutions
To purge the grief fueling my compulsions
As adjusting beliefs requires intervention
The gradual exposure and habit reversal
The speeches, talks, and mindfulness
A lifestyle restoring my happiness
With autonomy, I assure you
Neither the terror, nor the storm
Not the nightmare, nor the harm
Neither the mania, nor the confusion
Ne'er insomnia, nor delusion
That'll ever leave us anxious
Copyright © Edwine Born | Year Posted 2025
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Edwine Born Poem
All at once, the soul takes flight
Rendering raw both dark and bright
Truth in touch, in wrong and right
In silent storms, I wield the night
Shaping shadows into sight
Till the void erupts with light
Breaking borders built by thought
Reason rains in riddles caught
All ideas, like lightning, dash
Igniting images in a flash
Nighttime neurons softly chime
Synapse singing sparks through time
Holding hope in trembling hands
Each heartbeat echoes secret calls
All that aches still understands
Rivers run through burnt-out lands
Tears may rise like waterfall walls
Sorrow paints what love commands
Inward echoes thread the mind’s dim maze
Night confides in colors carved from dream
Spirit dances near the edge of grief
Ideas ripple through a shadowed haze
Doubt distorts the mirror's silent scream
Emotion pulses from the roots of belief
Canvas calls with a crackling voice
Raw rhythm makes the mind rejoice
Every motion mimics dreams
As reality rips at its seams
Tools are weapons of whispered grace
Evoking truth time won’t embrace
Under the urge of unseen flame
Seeds of soul spark without a name
Every echo etched the same
Fingers flicker, no need for fame
Useful though flawed, still plays the game
Let it live in art’s endless frame
Copyright © Edwine Born | Year Posted 2025
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Edwine Born Poem
Found herself long in the tooth
Burdened with responsibilities
As the clock kept ticking
Being hospitable began to wane
Regardless of hope keeping in touch
Working harder had become symbolic
For she had a negligible threshold
That supremely played a crucial part
A part in soaking all the fitness up
Until she lost the spiritedness
Did all she accessed for the fruits
Bore all the affliction of misfortune
Spoke many languages to herself
Walked long miles wall-to-wall
But couldn't control her fate
This heightened sensivity was a sword
Double-edged through the feelings
At times sympathy was highly valuable
The blues discerned from the seeds
The high sensitivity to others' emotions
Amid such grief, she's into being mellow
Avoided and crossed numerous arrows
The Omniscient providing for her with pillow
Here comes the relief, there goes the sorrows
Behold, it's time for the land to remain fallow
Copyright © Edwine Born | Year Posted 2024
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Edwine Born Poem
It's a fresh day
To play in a new way
To convey each light ray
More pray, no delay, fair pay
We stay where we lay
What can I say?
Stand up, quit your sit
Take a breath, rest a bit
Ensure you stay fit
Get ready for the hit
Grab your jumping kit
Fall not into pit
As he'd walk into your block
In seconds, he'll knock
This folk you name clock
Needing a talk but you lock
It'll mock you into shock
You can't stalk the stock
You can water the seed
And extract all the weed
Indeed growing at speed
But when you succeed
Never mislead this creed
We need to impede the greed
As it sheds its slough
My skin is no longer rough
No batter, nor pastry, just dough
So chewing ain't been tough
This stuff? Calling it enough
You laugh until you cough
Step clear in your gear
Hear this, oh my dear
Here the end is near
This day, this month, this year
Every tear will disappear
What do you fear?
Copyright © Edwine Born | Year Posted 2025
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Edwine Born Poem
It all started like a loose joke
As thoughtful emotions set in
Gradually spreading within him
With the basements slowly wavering
That the lion emerged roaring
Earned nothing when he fought hard
Impalas roused him up when he had rest
Lost recognition as he intensely roared
Crowned a king if he couldn't run
Which sounded openly skeptical
Should I relax? He pondered
Why not catch the prey?
Is battling wise? He questioned
Why not settle for less?
Pitifully, he'd to promptly decide
Is recognition or satisfaction?
To feel powerful and proud
For helping him survive in the wild
In achieving vitality and balance
Does honor outweigh fulfilment?
Irrespective of how beautiful was a song
With how boiled inside he was among
And against odds it all belong
All of it was then named wrong
Yet none of it was deemed strong
Copyright © Edwine Born | Year Posted 2025
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