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Felicia Jarvis Poem
No doubt, no confusion
Pointing at the right target
No sympathy, No affection
Having no time for regret
No sound, no hesitation
The arrow leaves the hand
No anxiety, no deviation
The arrow cuts through wind
No remorse, no fears
The arrow hit the target
No compassion, no tears
The darkness grips you tight
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Hang Myself in the Sky
Hang myself in the sky
The sun is shining
It is frightening
The sky is blue
There's no clue
Looking for secrets
You gave me pamphlets
No matter what you say
I will say “nay”
So you’ll say “nigh-nigh”
Hang myself in the sky
The sun is shining
It is exciting
But, I am in blue
You have no clue
Looking for secrets
You took me to outlets
No matter what you say
I will say “pay”
So you’ll say “bye-bye”
Hang myself in the sky
Singing voice is a bit shaky
Honestly I don’t want to die
You're gonna say “Why?”
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Tiny droplets released from a weeping willow tree
Gently touch things of all sorts
to cool burning anger
to relieve this passive fear
and soften the hearts of we the cursed dead,
finally returning to the ground.
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Death of Bella
Holding each other's hands
They were flying like birds
A tiny town below was softly glowing
Under the moon, love was overflowing
Mark whispered to her gently
“I’ll certainly never leave you ”
In the room with a bouquet
Joy springs from a cheerful minuet
His head suddenly turned upside-down
Everything was torn down
The Death of Bella caused his distress
Love was expected to be endless
Indescribable sorrow to be expressed
Unimaginable sadness was addressed
But Mark turned his unbearable sadness
into valuable masterpieces
which are more precious than pearls.
27th April 2017
An Undying Love: “Around Her” by Marc Chagall
http://blog.sevenponds.com/soulful-expressions/an-undying-love-around-her-by-marc-chagall
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The curse of grammar
The curse of grammar includes spelling
Witches and wizards stewed it from far away
They’d like to make your heads sway
They used eyes of cats
Boiling them in copper pots
The refined magic brew is spread as chemtrails
Unclearly set spelling rules make us clumsy
Uncertain article rules make us crazy
Who cares if countable or uncountable?
Only people who are grindable or findable
My native tangue is Japanese, and I am not a English native speaker.
I suffer from English grammar very much.
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Rain is falling on waves, worrying fish is soaking wet
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A windy day at the end of spring
In the bright light, we are slowly walking
Along the street, lines of cherry trees
With blossoms falling from the branches
Dying one by one and being blown into the air
Flying up, falling down and making a thick layer
The air is coloured by dotted light pink
I feel like my mind has gone totally blank
I can’t see anything, you must be standing over there
You are disappearing from me into the atmosphere
I remember that I was looking for you in my dream
But I find you hidden in the words of an epigram
Surrounded by confusion and illusion
I am living far away in a sweet depression
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You close your eyes
While roughly breathing with sighs
You Touch the forehead
While tears moist your plead
Your day is ending
As pain you are enduring
Uncontrolled pain
We are descendants of Cain
Tomorrow will also pass in vain
I cannot touch you
But I want to hold you
I can give you no help
But remind you of our only hope
Irritation and distress
You deserve to express
Anger and disappointment
I accept as my commitment
I respect you from my heart
Till death do us part
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The moon above the water
Directing a lonely sailor
Where will you guide her?
To the land of wander
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A small ball appeared
Suddenly in her head
The ball said
Where is your mom?
Where has she gone?
You’re a silly lonely girl
A filthy little fool
You’re a nasty small ball
A heavy clumsy ball
What do you mean?
You’re incredibly mean
The ball pushed her chest
The ball pulled her joints apart
The heavy heavy ball
Pushed her so she fell
She is falling deeper and deeper
Down into a pit of loneliness
Where is my mom?
Where has she gone?
Is she in the pit, too?
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