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Bulinya Martins Poem
Real stars shine
they do not boast nor show battle scars
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Our elders say that
The words you say mean nothing
The way you say them means everything
The tone of your voice
The gestures you use
And above all your face expression
All these mean what you say
Kindness is felt it is never heard
If you cant utter anything good
Do something nice to others
Hug them kindheartedly
The message would be gotten
Copyright © Bulinya Martins | Year Posted 2012
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To the woman who loved and raised me
To her who brought meaning of life at home
A queen who reigned supreme without a crown
She cared and valued mine life as her own
Willing to give up her life for mine sake
For nine moons her life was at stake
She was the angel who sang and smiled for me
She told me the sweetest and most beautiful words
That I will ever hear
She raised me without fear
She taught me to speak and listen
She showed me how to bow and pray
Her arms were always open whenever I needed a hug
She understood when I needed a friend
Her strength and loves remains even today guiding me
Lastly she gave me wings to fly
Thanks mum
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Girls are like pianos in deed and simile
When well tuned they giggle and smile
When annoyed they prop and empathize
When spoiled they demand and emphasize
He who can make a girl laugh can make her upright
Then they grow glassy and fabulously bright
They become wily strong and pretty useful
Being good they go to heaven very beautiful
The saddest thing a girl can is to dump down herself
And then be a soaked wet coat hanging on the shelf
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in mind is leadership
human behavior is the state
to rule with perfection
discipline must be instilled with precision
Copyright © Bulinya Martins | Year Posted 2011
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Real stars shine
they do not boast nor show battle scars
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There once was a dancer who danced himself lame
For a sculpture, he thought was a dame
He turned up his smile
And spoke without guile
Tickled the rhythm and thought it was fame
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A stubborn fly defied all the warnings
She followed the corpse all the mornings
On burial day she followed it down into the grave
While she thought herself nothing but brave
But ended up dead without earnings
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go
grow up
go through the time archway
away from the omens bay
ahead awaits a rose of indigo
Copyright © Bulinya Martins | Year Posted 2010
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I love polygons even as they are irregular
Within the tangled space and time
Rich angles become decisive corners
Tricksters of a memory
It was tender congruency at first sight
Delightful and captivating solid cubes
Even as they drooped into prisms
As they vanished into hues of essence
They trembled at degrees of tender touch
Fear not trapeziums of death
Dread not time exhumed from a tomb
She falls in upright squarish
Die, pentagon, rest hexagonal pretty rod
Wither on decagon fading acuteness
Oval memory is with cylindrical insight
Beauty weeps bulkiness of the volume
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