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Best Poems Written by Kabutha Paul Hempstone

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What Makes You Beautiful

FROM the very day we met,
you've kept me wondering,
what really makes you beautiful.

Your sparkling eyes,
like stars in the night,
glistening with a hint of mischief and light,
draw me in,
leaving me spellbound and in awe,
wondering what secrets they hold,
what wonders they saw.

Your hair,
like a crown of natural coils and kinks,
framing your face with beauty that always winks,
falls in gentle waves around your shoulders,
a sight that makes my heart race.

Your smile,
like the first ray of sun on a misty morn,
fills my heart with a warmth that will never be gone,
radiating joy and love,
and all that is pure,
a beacon of hope that forever will endure.

Your touch,
like a gentle breeze on a summer day,
sends shivers down my spine,
in a beautiful way,
a sensation that leaves me longing for more,
a feeling that I will always adore.

And when we kiss,
oh, the magic we create,
a passion that is impossible to abate,
your lips,
like the nectar of a thousand flowers,
a taste that lingers on my tongue for hours.

In your embrace, I find solace,
a sanctuary where all my worries cease,
lost in the moment,
I am forever yours,
enraptured by the beauty that my heart adores.

A beauty beyond words,
a wonder to behold,
a love that's worth more than diamonds and gold.

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Mami Wata

The night turns to liquid
akin to the silence that overflows in the room.
Mami Wata comes, slow
With her shadow gliding through the moonlight haze.

Children wrap up in the sheets,
but feel the chill of her presence
the icy breath on their necks,
footsteps dragging sorrows.

In the darkness, dread permeates,
in the manner of an undetected illness,
while Mami Wata herself waits,
her aura shrouded in terror and nightmares.

The clock strikes the hour of fears,
and the echo of her steps turns into screams,
which the quivering child knows,
like a cursed lullaby.

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You Amaze Me

I could speak endlessly about your beauty,
But words would fail to capture its essence,
For it is a rarity that defies comparison,
A beauty that surpasses all pretense.

Yet, I feel compelled to write these lines,
To convey how you make everything more divine,
Your presence alone adds a touch of magic,
Making even the simplest things look fantastic.

Your beauty is beyond imagination,
A mesmerizing wonder to behold,
Every feature so delicately crafted,
A sight that never gets old.

With you, everything is more wonderful,
And life is more incredible,
You are the only reason why I loved once,
And only once, like never before, never again.

Your beauty is a gift,
A source of wonder and delight,
And I am grateful for every moment,
Spent basking in your radiant light.

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Beauty

When I see you, I see beauty
not the aesthetics, but the essence,
the simplicity in your gaze,
the genuine laugh that brightens the day.
And the world is so vast, so complicated,
but in the way you are,
I find peace, a refuge.

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Universe In Her Eyes

Upon the stars in her eyes,
a universe of wonder lies.

The smooth glare upon her face,
like moonlight on still waters grace.

The spark of magic when she smiles,
ignites a flame that burns for miles.

The suspense in her gaze,
a mystery that leaves me dazed.

The beauty of her juicy cheeks,
a sight that makes my heart skip beats.

Such enchanting joy emanates,
from her aura that captivates.

With a soothing warmness,
like a blanket on a cold night's caress,

That can smoothly melt ice,
and thaw even the coldest vice.

The golden perception of her enchanting smile,
a treasure that I'll keep for a while.

Strikes the eye like a ray of sunshine,
illuminating my heart and making it shine.

And just the way she holds her head upon her tough neck,
a poise that leaves me in a wreck.

I'm mesmerized by the skill she brings out,
in attaining such a dignified impression without a doubt.

Amongst all the kindest of blessings,
offered to me by the all mighty universe.

The most treasurable is her,
for she is my one and only universe.

Tranquil is definitive of her elegant composure,
a calmness that leaves me in exposure.

Tenderness interprets her compassionate character,
a love that can never falter.

With a display of magnificence as that of the galaxy,
she reigns supreme in my fantasy.

And holds my heart with an otherworldly gravity,
In her embrace, I find solace and tranquility.

A sanctuary that fills my soul with blissful serenity.

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The Taxpayer's Plight

Incessant taxes, an unyielding bane,
A weight that crushes, a burden I sustain,
As a citizen, I bear this mantle,
To uphold my patriotic crown.

And yet, the taxes rise unceasingly,
A relentless pursuit of my earnings, unyielding,
I must file my returns before the deadline,
Lest I'm penalized, and my fortune declines.

My record is spotless,
Never tangled in the law's thorny mess,
But the government robs me blind,
Like it's their right, and they are so inclined.

Heavy borrowing, rampant looting,
Now I carry the cross, of a burden that's not my own,
While the government turns a deaf ear,
My opinions, worthless, mere dust in the air

Dear politician, do you not see,
My struggles, as I toil day by day,
Under the scorching sun, pouring rain,
My body aches, my spirit in disarray.

All to fund your comfort and ease,
To send your kids to the best schools in the world,
While mine scramble for desks in tiny, filthy rooms,
With scarce resources, and shattered dreams.

My pockets run dry,
While you get everything in life,
A fat paycheck, a luxury car,
Mortgage, health insurance, a pension.

So I ask, dear politician, what's the need?
Is your family more deserving of my hard-earned bread?
Why must you take, without remorse or heed,
From my life, and my children's future seed?

All I ask is for equity,
For a government that's transparent, a leader with sincerity,
I want my children to grow and thrive,
Not just barely survive.

I implore you, dear politician,
To listen to my humble plea, and to your conviction,
Lead with sincerity and integrity,
And grant me a life of true dignity.

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Mama

She still pulls enough strength to keep going
Despite the tedious roles that weigh on her shoulders
She does not complain about her troubles
Neither does she brag about her blessings
She is a true emblem of bravery
She would dare a tigress
To just have her child breathe one more time
She love surpasses the usual
For she is a true angel
She braves the early morning cold
And the evening storm
For her devotion to her family
God bless our mothers

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My Little Bitter Battle With Pain

I never thought I'd weep so bitterly,
Perhaps,
I perceived I was stronger,
A lion,
But my heart was in pain,
Torn into pieces and weary,
My eyes were ever teary,
It was just me...
And my broken heart to keep me company.

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You Are Phenomenal My Dearest

I never realized how lifeless I was until I met you,
I pleasantly remember molding myself around helplessly when I saw you,
I also remember hopelessly acting immoderately so that you could notice me,
Another futile attempt which barely made any difference,
My life was a total failure after the other,
Living each day purposelessly,
Problems kept piling up each minute,
But when you came around and acknowledged how perfect we could be together,
My whole life changed after so long- real long,
You gave me hope,
You strengthened me,
I consider all that honorable,
You are phenomenal my Dearest!

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A Slave In My Own Country

All I do is pay taxes
And when the taxes are raised
I have to keep chasing the clock
So I won't fail to file my returns in time
My record is clean too I haven't been in trouble with the law
That has been my patriotic duty as a citizen

All the government does in return is loot my tax money
Borrow heavily and loot it again
And then I'm made to carry the cross
Now the government is also
Ignoring my voice
And worse, it wants to shut my mouth up!

Dear politician 
I toil under the naked sun and piercing rain-drops
Every single day of each season
And my whole body is beat-
Just to pay for your comfort
And get your kids to the best schools in the world
While mine scramble for desks in those tiny and filthy rooms so called classrooms
My pockets keep running dry and you get everything...
A good salary, a high end car, mortgage, health insurance and even pension and all the fine things in life
What's the need?
Are your families needier than mine?