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25

Look at me, I’m a 25 year trendy maker!
I feature a brand new me, at present!
Look at me, and Read through my transition,
I wear George and shave jeans,
Now I’m getting A Gucci,
And now I can volunteer in UN.
I’m the birthday lad at present.
May the folks warble for De Poet, as I take my view.
I’m floating in the galaxy,
But now, let me trail down, to my castle,
Look at the mirror, it all defines me as A Script-Writer,
On my fingertips, is where you unearth my lyrics!
Did you just read that? I’m A Song-writer as well.
I just don’t give a break,
God dam it, I’m A Poet, “Bryan De Poet”
I am, and I have T.m.T forever.
I am 25! And I’m a silver jubilee today.
What a better me, I can fly far and wide,
And It’s a Sunday, when Emmanuel rose,
My pristine birth–date, though! was, a Good Friday, back then in 89,
That defined and defines, my other name “Emmanuel”
Now let me stroll to haven,
With my own visions and missions,
Extremely eventful and magical I’ am,
Wait a Sec, let me accolade my mother, the tremendous queen “Stella”
And not forgetting my father “William”
For today, don’t try to find my station, and try not to provoke me,
Just listen to me,
I’m what I am, and what you see.
This is, an even year for me!
It’s my birthday,
But I haven’t forgotten where I came from.
I’m 25.

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Friends Are Like Trees

For a record,
A best friend covers your past from floating to the present life!
Though we also have,
Next-door friends!
Worldview friends!
Cross-culture friends!
Financial friends!
Devotion friends!
Close friends!
Friends with benefits!
Mentor friends!

Don’t quote me wrong but,
Girlfriends and boyfriends are like florets,
They bloom, fly, fall and dry.
While your friends will be crafting more brush-woods,
Each brushwood with abound leaves.
Friends are as mightier as a pen.
A clement friend will collate all the early worms for his/her friend!
A horizon friend will always transcribe and send missives.
A barnstorming friend can be amiable,
A friend’s cuddle and trust is glory!
True friends wipe off the tears trailing through your cheek
Friendship is a heart of trust.
Friends are like trees,
Trees grow and craft other brush-woods!
Friends are synonymous to trees. 



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A Kiss

A kiss from an angel, is brief.
A kiss from a frog, is dirty,
Kissed by an army of frogs,
Thee is as unclean as sin.
Along awaited kiss, is after matrimony, the bible says.
And is worthy, glory and sterling.
A kiss from a princess from the rich coast,
Is seldom like the blue rose,
And floats with benisons.
Princess together we can fly with-
With our butterfly wings,
Like Romeo and Juliet.
Titanic we are.
Epic lovers we are,
When I put my arms a round your neck,
And open my lips to find your tongue,
I know you! no one can kiss my lips like you do,
When your lips linger around mine, it’s the aroma of your saliva
Leave it all to the French,
The French kiss at the Eiffel tower!

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Mathematics

Pessimists call Maths, abyss of a subject,
A subject invented to detest their brains,
A subject of arithmetical errors,
Errors, that need a heap of stint to complete the puzzle.
But to the Poet, I call it,
A common mistakes subject,
Like the Romeo and Juliet miscalculation,
That can only be nursed,
Long live Shakespeare though.
And long live Mathematics.

What about some logic,
2+2 =4.
3+1=4.
4*1=4.
Now let's glimpse at change of a question,
-1+2-3+4+2=4,
Seems different queries,
But always, one solution, one focal point!
Folks let's not elude maths,
Because we need it,
In Finance, Procurement, Marketing, Information Technology and Accounting among 
Long live Mathematics.

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Andrea Correct Me If Im Wrong

Tantamount Andrea,
Your beauty crumbles my veins and compels me to whisper to desire.
My heart blossoms as the fantasizes stir to my brains,
Call it desire, bonny or may be, mirage.
You’re a princess I think of during the sunrise,
And then dreams accrue at night.
Ranee, I want to pedal with you this a thousand mile,
Through the horizon to the wild hills,
Prime-time will get nowhere to ascend but only trail us-
To the city of magnificent distances!
Andrea! We see and veer for we are like soul mates.
Let’s live a double life barnstorming Andrea!

Andrea! Memoirs about you will never seize to fade away,
Never fade away from my heart,
Just because my heart peeked farther,
And because you’re ubiquitous!
Clay is molded in my heart,
Just to keep a simulacrum of you, Andrea!
Bizarre we will be, a force to be reckoned,
We will tamp and mingle the galaxy till we vanquish it.
We will laugh, smile and cuddle all in one lot.
Andrea! Just focus your eyes on the road and nothing will go wrong!
Your Beauty is a masterpiece my Mona Lisa!
Andrea you’re my finest admiration.
Andrea! I want to share the dawn and the full moon with you.
Andrea your love is a glowing neon sign of paradise,
Your love is blithe, unhinged, my Andrea!
I love you against all the odds Andrea.
Correct me, if I’m wrong, Andrea!
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The Letter of My Love

Deep inside my peel, you sprint  along with my aerated  blood,
I'm the only man from Mars with superior gas, 
And I'm Tetsuo who has wings to teleport  you  farther  to Venus
I 'm  the only knight who uses white magic to shield you where-ever you are.
You, You lay down all my terrifying dreams  and blind my inner shadow to silver
Dove I wrap you because you're my Crown Queen.
When my Rib-cage opens, it commands me,
That, you're the only one, with my other spine, 
So no matter where you are or go,
There will always be a little piece of  you in my heart,
And forever it will be for centuries,
I ingested you with all your Pros & Cons, 
So you don't have to be perfect,
I only ask you to be there for me.
May our spirits animate eternally, 
'Cause I want you to be buried with me when I pass on to  haven,
Either way when you pass on, I would love to be buried with you, it's my wish..
She is incredible, 
A Dove always holds an incredible history
This is the Letter of my Love.

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Christmas Is Here, Jesus Is Born

Jesus was born to Virgin Mary 2000 years ago,
And his legacy dwells to date.
Hey yes, let’s sing for the birth of Jesus.
I said, hey yes let’s sing for the birth of Emmanuel,
He was born on 25th December in Bethlehem.
For every year we recollect his birth,
Because history repeats itself, Christmas is here.

25th december is the day, 
The day, the universe shone so bright, with the hero being born,
Jesus is the universe, 
Love Jesus not Lucifer, 
Lucifer who tried to equal himself to Emmanuel!
There can never be a house of equals even if Lucifer dared to.
Heaven will always be heaven.
And hell will remain bottom.

If you do let Jesus in your life, 
You will feel his presence,
Because he was born to guide you through, in this world full of temptations,
Even that evil buried six feet under the ground,
Will be nowhere close in your life,
Only if you do believe in the birth of Jesus who died for our sins,
Jesus is always on the other side protecting us,
Even if we don’t seem to notice!
Now let’s celebrate the birth of Jesus as 25th December looms 
Jesus was born to save the world, which he did,
Christmas is here, Jesus is born
Jesus is God. 

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This Fantasy Is Just Too Much

I'm so cheerful that I'm finally conferencing about, my fantasy,
It might seem so abstruse,
But this fantasy, I'm about to relate to you is just too much,
I'm despondent when I wet dream in my bed,
Knowing very well that you're not besides me,
This fantasy is just, too much.
I wake up red-faced in the middle of 3am,
Only to budge my hands to the other side of my bed,
You're not with me.
This fantasy is just, too much,
That, I can no longer hang onto it.
The wake ups during the wee hours are just, too much,
This fantasy is just A1 with its own lane.
From the back of my humanity,
This fantasy is just what I think of, about you,
What I adore, from you,
What I want, from you,
And the moon between your eyes.
This fantasy will always be too much,
Will always be there and here.

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I Speak Speeches

Alicia altered my life attachments!
All I say, all I see, all just happen!
Errors exist in English!
Emotive enable enthusiasts explore!
Even the early come to an end!
Fate finds fortune!
Fortitude foretells the future!
Hypocrites hibernate in church!
In joy, Joyce jubilates!
Ice cream conversations intensify romance!
Join Jesus but not Judas with jinx!
Knacks are known and renowned!
Lend a hand to the lentitude lass!
Misogamists and misogynists mix well!
Moths multiply at night!
Ministers minister ministry of politics!
Politics are never pellucid!
Practice and praise the present!
Signs and symptoms aren’t similar!
Sweat or not smile!
Some people aren’t sought after!
Sink or swim in a swimming-pool!
Save a sinking ship from the rats!
Talent is never taught twice!  no
Twins are taught twice the same way! yes
Times of troubles torment!
The devil dares in the darkest moments!
I say words I say!
I speak speeches!

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My Gold Dream

Journalism!
My gold dream,
So out competing it's.
Sighted by a crowd.
Embraced by few.
Outrank on screen it's.
I love journalism!

Journalism!
Adventurous it's.
Sounds of rockets in netherworld,
Not about to transfix a journalist,
But only sought-after,
I love journalism!

Journalism!
It's a dream in me,
A dream of gold and my cheese!
I want to fit in the press shoes,
Now I got to write, report and broadcast.
Journalism don't gravity me!

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