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Jeta Buch Poem
A petite yet sinewy muscle, exuding charisma,
A citadel of expression, tenacious in awe.
Its tentacles sting with a vindictive jest,
While cavernous blooms cradle the nectar’s quest.
Cobblestoned emotions jade my mental slate,
As chronicles surface, vivid and up to date.
A fragile form, each breath a whispered plea,
Cracked like ice beneath a trembling sea.
Nervous breakdowns drown me by the shore;
Patronizing gazes weigh heavily on my core.
A colossal trial looms, plunging me into chiaroscuro gloom,
Echoing the spectral whispers of Annabelle's forsaken room.
Whiffs of solace levitate from amma's lap,
A delicate darling, like rose dew on morning's nap.
Yet, from heaven's soft veil, a Messiah descends,
Bestowing wisdom, like a balm that mends.
A cooing whisper: “Confidence is the finest accessory one can wear,”
Infusing my fragile spirit, quelling mayhem with flair.
A garment forged by time, self, and panache,
Glinting like sapphires in the esoteric cache.
For fear ravages the dungeon’s shadowed depths,
Shattering armor, leaving it fractured, bereft.
Magnetic words defy gravity’s law—
A candle in the rain, my flame untouched, in thaw.
Copyright © Jeta Buch | Year Posted 2024
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A solitary tear escapes my eye,
As poignant thoughts shuffle my decor.
If only I could rewrite the script, defy,
To release the burden that anchor my core.
"Why me?" reverberates through the ventricles, mummified,
Ripped apart by destiny's cruel spell.
In this moment of truth, I stand crucified,
Awaiting light to penetrate each cell.
Acquaintances revel in my agony,
As I waddle through the puddles,
Tripped by the weight of bitter irony,
In molasses-like mean shackles.
Yet I strive to rise from the ashes of fire,
As cadavers of self-pity unleash,
Infusing life into a desert's sapphire,
Elevating my spirit—hope as a feast.
Copyright © Jeta Buch | Year Posted 2024
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Casanovas slipping into the red-light tangle;
Forbidden fruits, where temptations dangle.
A carousel sequelae of transient fun,
Shoving precious life through a darkened dungeon.
Herpes, a saboteur of life's quality;
Silent falsehoods, pernicious in totality.
Retrovirus tainting the filthy foray—
Courtesan's fate wrapped in tragic dismay.
The French disease, resurging like a dragon,
Greatest mimicker, its curse on the wagon.
An avalanche of despair, harrowing as the Holocaust;
Fleeting morale fulgurates, bruising life's bitter frost.
Relationships crumble, akin to a precarious card cascade—
An insidious monster of misery, lurking like a ticking grenade.
Dire repercussions of the aftermath,
Grueling the innocent's once-quiet path.
Serenading the cognizant wizard,
Salvaging thyself from a tumultuous blizzard.
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Smoke, sweet scent ascends,
Fragrance conquers ill.
Human heart, can it transform?
Copyright © Jeta Buch | Year Posted 2025
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Wisdom penned on parchment white,
Spine of life’s path, our bonafide guide,
Quenches a voracious appetite,
Minds ensnared in a rollercoaster ride.
Like a hot spring’s embrace in an arid land,
Hollowness fades as enlightenment grips,
A healer extending a helping hand,
Nurses the seeker's shattered bits.
Tickles the sixth sense in adversity,
Reviving life in a parasite's domain,
Ignition stems from diversity,
The more the merrier, they sustain.
Soul-stirring lines enchant the beloved,
Lures a master to a disciple devoted,
Sings a baby to sleep, dreams vivid and loved,
A hobby helps one stand out, truly noted.
Mania plaguing masses vast,
Knowledge bound in covers tight,
Literacy curbing poverty at last,
A golden treasure in sight.
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Sugar and spice, sweet in dice,
Salt and pepper, melt the vice,
Honey and mint, dreams entice,
Lemon and lime, tangy, precise.
Tickle, fickle, whims unshackled,
Wobble, stumble, life detangled,
Giggles, whistles, sassy angled,
Whirls and twirls, elements sandaled.
Tom and Jerry, amuse the ferry,
Popeye sails in waters merry,
Olive Oyl, with charm so airy,
Is life a small wonder, fleeting and legendary?
Copyright © Jeta Buch | Year Posted 2025
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Jill and Bill glide on the rill,
Bubbling with thrills,
Embracing the chills,
Past serene hills.
Patiently yearning for gills,
Jill—with her bait and skills—
Fills her spirit with a frill,
As tranquil waters lie still.
With each catch, a hidden drill,
Bill, overjoyed, concerns distill.
Moonlit eve; savor the grill—
Jill and Bill, relish nature's will.
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I breathe PoetrySoup, a haven for literary freaks;
A wordsmith's furnace, where inspiration peaks.
Elysium in essence, fueled by epiphany;
Tales and fables create a vivid symphony.
Verbal ammunition, ready to depart—
A mindful escape from a mundane start.
"Poem of the Day" reveals a novel theme,
Honoring enthusiasts and their unspoken dreams.
"Poetry contest", coaxing fledgling bards;
Soupers raising the bar, metaphors in yards.
Inkwell's monarch, ever presiding—
A penance for passion, in writing abiding.
Each voice given an equal opportunity
To learn, unlearn, and find serendipity.
Riveting thoughts, innocence personified—
A powerful amalgamation, spirits amplified.
Overwhelmed by the flowing camaraderie,
I raise a toast in jubilant rhapsody.
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EGO and OGE, paradoxical words,
Contrast in essence, like songbirds and herds.
While EGO inflates chest with pride,
OGE humbles, letting grace reside.
EGO demands attention, steals the spotlight,
OGE listens patiently, in the quiet of the night.
Embrace the OGE, for when EGO ascends high,
The downfall is loud, like a storm in the sky.
Savor the glory with ease,
For the earth provides true peace.
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Bubbles of tapioca, buoyed by pride,
Celluloid constellations, humble in stride.
A peacock’s plume, a heavy balloon in the limitless sky,
While the quiet river, beneath, whispers a turquoise sigh.
A vessel yearning, adorned with pearls,
A cup overflowing, concealed in liquid curls.
Virtue manifested - Like a subtle elixir, mellow abides,
The mystic aroma entices fields wide.
Shades of black, as intrinsic as the very breath,
A quiet symphony, crocheted in the depths.
Copyright © Jeta Buch | Year Posted 2025
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