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George Zamalea Poem
It is the old man from the threefold of life
To whom I have taken control on this
But the poet whatever
The cause should be
The one who must walk
Along the concept
For which beauty fades from
Measure of apparent
Size of naturalistic explanations
Regardless how rich your heart is
And none of us is able pass through.
It is the poet who is living
Psychologically into this burrow of guesses
And paradises within him
With reflection and with correction
Of life this creates such
A record that commands he must live or die.
Copyright © George Zamalea | Year Posted 2012
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George Zamalea Poem
O, I love my dear boy
So dearly and so blindly
I will give him my blood
And life if God permits so
He's so weak and sick
So pallid and so tender
But I know he's an umbrella of snow
In the wide-brimmed form
A rhyme, a loft
Almost in the spelling of my own world.
Copyright © George Zamalea | Year Posted 2012
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George Zamalea Poem
How lovely,
Through the vivid memory
The mother’s smile.
Copyright © George Zamalea | Year Posted 2013
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George Zamalea Poem
A Surinase Issue
The social on women's issue
in Suriname continues burning the feet of many
drifting over the power of men and marriage
in the fake promises of castes
as if the moral cannot fall in equal in this piece land of Surinam
and have a player in the forest.
What is the problerm and please don't tell me
you are a virgin landing from heaven
knowing the slavery flows gently in your veins
do not exist or having eaten the sweet rose?
Upon the issues on the shore, I am quite sure,
many fishes shall die along the kinship
lighting by dry breasts,
I find myself thinking of a new socialization
where the same snake will have her own voice.
Copyright © George Zamalea | Year Posted 2014
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George Zamalea Poem
Misty mother
Today is a Mother’s day,
Although a son is unseen.
Copyright © George Zamalea | Year Posted 2013
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George Zamalea Poem
Darling cute angel
Darling dragonflies are all over from other directions!
By the cottage-rosary field my little one is all enjoy!
Copyright © George Zamalea | Year Posted 2013
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George Zamalea Poem
There things education should give
Pain and despair, and
The other the spirit of quit.
Copyright © George Zamalea | Year Posted 2013
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George Zamalea Poem
Sneezing,
Cupid lost sight
Of the skyrose! Ha! Ha!
Copyright © George Zamalea | Year Posted 2013
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George Zamalea Poem
Deep in the soft shores;
A mountain-scorpion
Wonder still.
Copyright © George Zamalea | Year Posted 2013
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George Zamalea Poem
Ugly dog leaves his mark behind
The street-oak tree;
I follow it as a child
Copyright © George Zamalea | Year Posted 2013
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