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A-DAY-TO-REMEMBER-COVID-19

A DAY TO REMEMBER
(COVID 19)

It is said everyday,

When God created this land,

He visited the land everyday,

He returned every night to rest as his demand,

One month for a dozen to another chapter, darkness covered the entire world, on the special day of God, which was Sunday.

A giant archenemy with his Excalibur and Shaft killed 128,343 people, the rest cannot be mentioned.

That was when the virile of the world became weak from that day,

Heroes and miniature were being penned like animals, including the Presidents as lockdown was declared,

When did paradise became hell, 

When did our own land became our enemy,

Grotesque, troll, Mighty trees and it infant corn were completely pulled out as it fell, 

The effect and cause was known but its cure was anonymity. 

This poisonous poignant bell kept on sounding and gallant and mogul were falling like an ant at the sound of its bell

It was a day to remember, for it reminded the world of the pain of agony

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ROOTS OF SORROW

In the depth of heartache, where grief was born,
Of a sorrow that was made its horn.
Where happiness and Joy turned to mourn,
And lightness and brightness twisted to dawn.
From memory of joy now haunting and taunting with scorn.
Its stem was loss, from love that was gone,
Where sadness and cry was adorn,
Why, Because death was sworn,
Why, Because life was worn.
Leaving the deceased family in forlorn,
And his friends and loved ones in thorn.
Roots of sorrow, where shadows are born,
Yet we rejoice, because death is our norm.

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THE-PINK-PURPLE-FLOWER

Dear bouquet, I pour out my plea,
When the day has come, and the sun is the only light we see,
Pacing down, I set  my eyes on a beautiful pink-purple hued flower,
Its good aroma calls in the bees, a home of comfort, 
Nevertheless, the atmosphere is filled with betrayal and ungratefulness as the bees in return beats it down, 
Such a pitiful sight, broke my heart,
Leaning down I said " you won't be afraid, just as long as you stand by me" 

Filled with sympathy, I plucked the flower to give it peaceful rest.
I sought a room, but found none, so I gave it a stay in my heart, a treasure to behold.
It became pretty, hale, and pert,
We were mutually driven by faith. 

Until one day, there cometh a florist,
He hit me with his hammer, vanquished I am not able to protect my treasure 
my treasure is pampered, and taken away 
"Oh darling, stand by me" I cried
coincidence do happen, I can't be worried by the  incident.
I'm devastated, my treasure rejects me, proving it will be safer in the hands of the florist, who would only use her for his marketing sales.
You're able to read this then my days are gone

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Let Love Lead

My Brethren in Christ,
I will pour out my plea.
There was a man in crisis,
Who by appearance had no degree.
Who was been beaten thrice,
Though it was against the decree.
So he thought of the decree twice,
There came hatred with it glee.
Threatening him to give Him a Price,
If only he ends his life in a slee.
To him, it was nice,
For He thought Love, Kindness, and Joy have flee.
About to end it, He saw Kind
Who took his poverty and blew
So He changed his mind
And from death, he flee.

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THE BROKEN LOVE

STANZA 1
Love at first sight,
Was like the happiness of birches birds.
The lightening of the innermost light,
Desired to be protected with girds.
STANZA 2
Set the bow to defeat her sorrow,
But to her, devil may care.
Ready to marry her tomorrow,
But to her was a nightmare.
STANZA 3
The world even testified that she is my dimeworth.
But all my heart and inner love ended up in tears.
I returned to my inner love with loath.
And my heart was grieved with fear.
STANZA 4
I took all my Morse,
Because I backed the wrong horse.

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THE BEAUTIFUL FLOWER VERSACE

THE BEAUTIFUL FLOWER VERSACE
STANZA 1
How lovely it sounds,
To hear of a Beautiful Flower which profound.
Wanting to be with it, for years abound.
Going far beyond,
To see this Beautiful Flower which Profound

STANZA 2
It takes years to reach.
It soil in it vase was rich.
It colors were pink and peach.
You were told that The Beautiful Flower was made by a .
But yet, you didn’t give an inch.

STANZA 3
You said to the , The Beautiful Flower is mine.
For I will water The Beautiful Flower with sweet wine,
Ready to break any line,
For The Beautiful Flower to be mine.
So we shall abide.

STANZA 4
The vase alone, was so attractive
Whosoever stirs at it, becomes erotically active.
Because The Beautiful Flower was seductive,
From the  be protective,
But those words to me was inactive

STANZA 5
Getting The Flower, I bleed
Eagerly to taste it seed
Because that was my need
After tasting the seed

STANZA 6
The Flower Vase becomes bigger
After eight month, the vase becomes extra bigger
What kind of wine did I give to The Beautiful Flower?
Where is the attraction and seduction of My Flower?
I went to see a Plower

STANZA 7
I told him my narration
He said why didn’t you use protection?
He said something can be done without protection
The words of the  then draw my attention

STANZA 8
I then remembered that beauty fades
But it was not late,
Because from the plower, "ones a vase is broken a new beautiful vase shall appear".