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Best Poems Written by Gum Mapuol Mabior

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A Beautiful Latin Girl

A BEAUTIFUL LATIN GIRL

From South America I
Find a girl gifted and
endowed with beauty
My humble Latin woman
Of great and terracious honour

Eyes like a tempest blue sea
So pure and chaste
Like Adriatic sea.

Soft body like dew on 
Evergreens Flowers 
So clean without blemish
Black hairs like a fur

So long like the Nile
Attractive like a magnet 
Thousands heart it melts
A woman filled with intelligence

So calm and meek
Tender like a lamp
Not a peacock
So humble and brave

Oh Latin girl
Naturally endowed
With amazing figure
And enormous melons
That supplies quality nutrients.

Like a juice
With spaces between
Her actions
As shade for whoever
She marries

Angelic Latin shinny girl
Like an ivy
Tall like mount Everest
With head to the sky

She is a Latin girl
Can't you see her beauty
I wish you can get one
A latin girl.

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Love Alone, a Solo Love

You achieved fulfilment thoughtlessly.
Deeply saddened,

Broken soul and bond.

You dishonestly left a once-thriving union, leaving wounds.
Your attention, tough.

Disappointment, hurting, and ignoring replaced liking and respect.
Depression is unforgivable.

Beware, for the soul you leave behind is valuable and caring.
Your anger will not move them since their commitment was beyond gentleness.

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Why Ghost Is Single

WHY GHOST IS SINGLE (ME);

Olivia is very lazy
She's also a bit crazy,
She once sent my mom a nude with the caption "Your son loves this "
You bet it didn't go so nicely.

Cecilia is very selfish,
And she loves to fish,
Once she has eaten well,
For all, she cares you can all go to hell.

Charlotte is a whore,
She gives James, Peter, John, Andrew, and 99 more,
She's like a charity organization,
I think she loves motion.

Aria never calls me honey,
Until she sees money,
That girl must have been born near a bank,
She hates seeing her handbag blank.

Chilling with Lillian is so fun,
Until you realize she has no buns,
Her back has no form,
She looks like the other boy I saw in Trieste.

Natalie always lifts my moods,
But bro have you seen her boobs,
They look like fallen soldiers,
And the left one looks like my roommate's slippers.

Josephine is very kind,
But that woman is out of her mind,
If she thinks I'll risk being caught by her boyfriend,
Bro that guy can beat me with one hand.

Ghost  passing

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I Live In Duino

I live in Duino

Where my friends' sweet
messages motivate 
me to look at the
glowing sun every morning 

I live in  Duino
Where sea waves
Remind me of how
beautiful the world is

Walking the Rilke pathway,
Peaceful winds blowing 
evoking for me how strong 
I am, but I have to dine–
more Pasta

I live in duino 
Where my best friend invariably
make me joyful with sweet
reply ''SO DO I''

Jogging in the morning to Porto
So calm like my heart
Bell rings each hour, which tells
me to do more work

Passing by the library
Pondering about saying hii
To lovely Miriam, she must be busy
Helping other students so 
I say hii to her on my own 
face

I live in Duino
I call it second
Home

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The Shilluk Kingdom and My Heart

''The Shilluk Kingdom and My heart''

Genre: Poetry
poet: Gum Mapuol Mabior

''The Shilluk Kingdom and My heart''

I was going to be a Prince
Of Shilluk kingdom today if we 
Did not lose our Kingdom-ship.

My mother was going to be a Queen 
Today through hereditary succession,
Imagine the honour I would have
Earned today from my people.

Imagine how I was proudly
And bravely going to fight in the battles,
Our kingdom lost all the wealth and life
To no longer Ottoman Empire.

To briefly explain to you how our
Kingdom collapsed, our people were
Affected by military assaults from the
Ottoman Empire, resulting in the 
Destruction of the kingdom in the early 1860s.

Our kingdom was an independent
kingdom For more than sixteen 
centuries,
Fashoda city was destructed during 
Fashoda incident (Britain & France)
now it is not even 
Consider a better town in South Sudan.

Though I am originally a Dinka man
Still, Shilluk Kingdom won my heart.
We lost our historical arts from the
15th century,
But all other empires/kingdoms
Have their art histories 
from the 15th century.

I am elated to be a descendant of 
The Shilluk kingdom, O God bless 
Shilluk kingdom and allow them to
re-established back their kingdom.

©® Gum Mapuol

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We Had Unlike Emotions

I showed that it wasn't true. 
A beautiful life full of sadness, 
it's weird but I like it.

I suppose I should learn from 
my mistakes and look frequently 
at my facebook biography.

But I can't get it out of my head.
 I don't understand how I can be happy now 
and sad now. it's strange, Inside my heart, 
I keep asking, "Why me? Why me always?"

Heartbreak caused by abandonment by another, 
I always have the best of intentions when I plan, 
but on the other side, they want to kill me.

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Hidden Offers, Reject Them

My past taught me to always be myself, no matter what.
Hiding just causes an inner cold.

I hid behind lies.
I hid because I was afraid of what people would say, 
but I lost part of myself and felt stuck in a world I couldn't see.

Now I accept myself completely.
I love my mistakes because they make me who I am.

I never accept proposals that hide me in difficulty.
Hiding means living in darkness.
However, being yourself means living in the evening sun.

So I stand tall, head held high, 
embracing my genuine self, with no cause to hide, 
for I am a reflection of all that I've been through, 
and my tale is a love letter to me, from me to you.

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What Is Drunkenness

WHAT IS DRUNKENNESS? 

As I went for the third beer, my heart
beat dropped with a dubbing sound,
I knew I made a mistake,

I walked into room 4 and find 
out that the people therein are 
quiet and focused on something,
than me who is drunk, 
I begin to make noise and irritate
everyone abruptly. 

Am I not crazy?

No seriously, do I think they 
had nothing to say that they 
had to be all that silent.

When I just got into the room,
there was this total calmness and
now I think I know it all to belittle
the rest.

my drunkenness is leveled at 92% above
the normal human brain. And I think I 
am doing fine.

Have I realized that there is too much
about myself to worry about and maybe
get corrected but I still think this is just
a thing to go along with?
I am worth celebrating for 
my abnormality.

I'm not saying I should think all low 
about myself but, surely I need to read
and understand my feelings and actions.

It’s not only getting drunk and having
those s then I walk on the streets
carrying lots of scraps that tell the
world that I am surely drunk.
No, it's not only that.

I’d love to yawn, better still sleep,
Yet the shape of the monster in me is huge,
Tears land after vomiting but never wash away
its stains

Yes, they were caring and loving guys,
they brought me into my room,
After a few minutes, I caught sleep and
there I was resting my head on a wet
Pillow.
Yes, it’s wet because I had vomited on it

Wake up and go out, its time for breakfast,
Said A voice that I did not clearly recognize
I surely woke up and sat beside my bed 
Dizzy and vomiting.

Now I move on with my life, it was a lesson
And I learned from it, I WILL NEVER DRINK!!!

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The Darkest

In the semblance of my darkest
side lie the sunlight after me,
In the dark blue face was a
smile that only a select few could see.
Only a few that fishes
like me when we see the snakefish

Maybe a glowworm or two in
my wake, still, I am onto Kinyeti's peak
as a sad Giant long-legged katydid recasting into a camel to save thy naught, yes thy naught

Though I thought Weddell was
a sea of stars, I was at the end a
Beluga Whale grinding Lulo Rose's diamond

Morrow, morrow, morrow
mermaid promise keeps me going
to the seaside, scary you, scary we
She turned me into a jellyfish.
She put death onto the ghost that heist
me off my kiss, Oh my lips, it is blood
at night, lips in the light, a waterless smile
in the twilight

Semblance Dark, a death oath for a hairy head, a death oath for shaving even one middle-of-the-head hair. Scary ghost, scary clown
Struggling for my stolen heart, stolen heart
hid in the middle of the Cretaceous.

Happiness, for gumiho
O gumiho, stop taking them, I know
thy idea. I offer you Gum, yes O Gum
Tears and tears for the darkness
Sleep and sleep in the glow
It is for the duck of thy dark side, my
dark side, their dark side.

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I Am Swedish

I am Swedish so I have no concept of warmth,
Yet my heart has been touched by a thousand degree

Gum was taken by cupid's spicy dart,
An amorous wind resting through Duino's trees

Who is his lover? Who has his hand?
Who will feel his lips when Mensa's food 
is bland?

And how will the rest of us ever compare,
to the angel who captured Gum's yearning stare?

©Miranda Samuelson