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Near Poetic Death

Near Poetic Death
When I read
Darkness in a lover’s eyes
my heart cries,
my heart dies
why does the poet ail
Having been
With a nail

Even Christ resurrected
from the cross,
He didn’t die till today,
nor ever shall lose
May I say

But do you hope some day
I shall drop dead only
Half through
My life’s pathway
Do say
do say
the poet in me
shall forever live
till my last dying day

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Free verse
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Are you sad in this write here? Never be sad long it will eat you up. Grieve as one shall grieve but never focus on it too long for your life and all of ours must go on. You must have 10 written books by now all the writing you been doing.

Don't take everyone too seriously either, to know is to love and to love is to know. The rest comes easy. Happy New Year to you and the family

Love Magics

Magical Mona

Your power of observation
And memory
Is very great
On Triond I have by now written
3570 plus poems
In a just about two years
How a scientist can compose poetry
Pull out a crowd of poets
From doldrums of ancient poetic fallacy
Leaves much scope for birth
Of modern days Shakespeares
Like I call myself one

I think poetry is simply
An expression of ones inner
And innate feelings
Of love,
Of emotion
Of compassion
It may be arhythmic poetry
Without syllables count
And much more
Of which I sound ignorant,
At the top of my voice,

But that my prose
Has seeded many greater poets
Leaves me sighing,
As an apple tree flourishes,
Not for itself
But the eyes of beholders,
Like you are minuscule few,
So Mona Magic
I bow to you,
May be its okay
If I say
I bow down to thee,
Will it be OK?
By ye


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