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Love is
the beauty in poetry
the fire of desire
as two souls unfold
Love is
emotion in devotion
sacrifice and commitment
the strength supporting a union
Love is
sweet surrender.
You need find another gender
and then defend her.
Do we hear their call
when they bloom to get noticed
craving to say Hi
Do we hear their call
when they sway on gentle breeze
in colorful frocks
Do we hear their call
when they flirt with butterflies
in a play full dance
Do we hear their call
in their mute prayers and songs
in wreaths and bouquets
Do we hear their call
when in silence they emote
a tiny dew drop
Do we hear their call
while they bid us their goodbyes
and fade from our lives
darling shutter
grieve flick
the luminous slick
voice
rain falling
the vortex ground
capturing the stutter
glimpse extension
you gimme captures
for captivity
mono
chromatic
emphasis
startling breaths
stained
in the hues
and vivid
depictions
sleep heart against
heart
in rooms of strangeness
dreams
roaming
wireless
searching
At the starting line,
My heart beats in anticipation.
This is the moment of truth,
a chance to be a champion
After months of training,
the time is finally here
Let the world witness
the fruits of my labour
The sound of the gun heard
the race started with a burst of speed.
The fans roared in excitement
as track warriors compete
I'm not running here
I'm flying! Soaring against the wind
For the fans who believed in me
I will spread my wings
I first heard the hunter's horn
on the day my father died.
I found mortality that morn
and saw the fate from which all hide.
Since then the hounds are often heard
each time another loved one leaves.
By now you'd think they'd be inured
to my scent wafting on the breeze.
And now approaching three score years
the crash of brush and running feet
are heard as hounds and hunter nears
'fore long the hunt will be complete.
cornea corn near
sheaf ear air
pair there pear
whose pitch peach
binge fringe cringe
hinge fridge ridge
sedge apostate
prostrate postdate
absalom phylum
hawthorne asylum
serum slum alumni
syrup alum
harm arm ham
yearn to alarm
heart warm hawthorne
hearth earth birth autumn
Pollutions,
corruptions
racism,
degradation.
The lists of misdeeds
is truly long indeed
The world is screaming,
nature's beauty is dying
her soul is suffocating
her body is bleeding
We keep on ravaging
consuming, raping
Blind to her pain,
our lust is insane
When will we realize
what we've done to her,
we do to ourselves
to our own future?!
We can pray,
hope and sing
but nothing is changing
when actions are missing.......
Open up and bloom,
Let your fragrance awaken
spring from autumn gloom.
Open up, don't droop
the winter chill has made way
for silken sunshine.
Open up your womb
to let a butterfly seek
your lovely pollen.
Open up and swing
till autumn trickles the leaves
to protect your seed.
Seasons come and go
yet soil will keep your fragrance
through eternities.
Open up and blush
charm the world with your beauty
within and without.
Bleary, blurry eyes,
Stuffy, red nose.
Dragging the legs,
with numbing toes.
Woozy head's dizzy,
sneezin' and sneezin'.
Fevered body's tizzy,
wheezin' and wheezin'.
Please don't start,
not all this pain,
Please don't start,
not the flu again!
Papa autumn wears a cloak
of yellow, gold and red.
A gust of winter whispers
to rest his weary head.
He sheds his outer garment,
which scatters on the floor.
'tis then he yields to slumber
and soon begins to snore.
His garb is spread in shambles
across the forest glade,
bejewelled with frosted dewdrops
where shafts of light cascade.
A little dormouse nestles
with nuts around his chest.
He's curled up nice and cosy
inside his woven nest.
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