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Hidden winks rip it.... It can't wait

Hidden winks

I still can't believe
that a man so sick
as thee
has the sense of humour
we all want to cherish
and among those
who feel like dead,
we want to banish…

you are the soul of life today,
exploit your illness,
in any way
as you may
but I shall never believe
that from the doldrums of agony,
they won't ever,
you relieve.

your words of pain
I hear again,
as sounds of music
from the lover’s heart
in pain yes,
from a lover's angle
but not from one
who lives in disdain

2.
Child abuse doesn't normally produce,
lest the child is over fourteen
but it does in abundance
rains shame
on both the abuser and abused
the abuser wipes off his....
but the one who is abused
simply ask of him /her
their life becomes obtuse.
and
who cares whether Loved is single or married...
how old the young bard can be
will keep the ilk of poets guessing
as Loved's an actor of poetry
no one knows
who the poet maybe
unanimously
anonymously
poetry will still flow
freely
when loved is in the poetic stance
words flow,
like an avalanche
who knows who gets buried

3.
****Young Bard we will meet

The place will be the Nobel arena
You will be announced
As the poet from Marina
Loved in waiting…
for none will know the simple bard
how old
decades of poetry has flowed
like the Thames
the Mississippi
the Nile
the Brahmaputra,
the Ganges
the Amazon
which heaven alone knows
but none will value me
Unknowingly…
till the bells toll
and
then twill be too late
for me… alas!
as Nobel is rarely given
Posthumously

Comments

Shall we stay as a young Bard and not ask for Nobel he has long left our presence, and who among poets would accept something based on Dynamite.
Fear not though we shall read and maybe later meet and laugh with the energy of the universe, there you will be as all you walk with, just call me I shall visit you, meanwhile you have a lot of work to do, so clean those glasses and type some more.
Let the keys ring the the sounds of colours seen, there are a few that are waiting for you to really write a thoughtful piece that will be noted for all time it is there now organize the words so that we may read.. Yours Ian.T

.
There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

you alone elevate and inflate
the small bard in me,
without you Ian?
where will or could I be .
Wait for a while
let my brain rest in peace
then I shall compose
that lightening and enlightening,
much awaited piece
Only if you smear upon my face
some splashing ,
wondrous invisible ink

loved

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