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Month: November 2019

Colors

My skin is kind of sort of brownish
Pinkish yellowish white.
My eyes are greyish blueish green,
But I’m told they look orange in the night.
My hair is reddish blondish brown,
But it’s silver when it’s wet.
And all the colors I am inside
Have not been invented yet.

by Shel Silverstein

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Shapes And Things

Small uneven circles;
my breasts.

Almond shaped windows;
my eyes.

Smile going at you;
disguise.

Revolving doors to heaven;
my thighs

Higher than God on blunts;
my sighs.

Liars that tell;
my ears.

Fuckers that yell;
my fears.

Rivers that swell;
my tears.

Not enough lessons learned;
my years.

by Two Lips

 

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Love Is Not A Game!

Hey! Listen to me!
Love is not a game!
For you to ruin entirely,
Shame on you! Shame! Shame!

I love you,
You cheat me in return!
Cheating is what you know,
Is love just a fun!
Hey! Listen to me!
Love is not a game!
For you to ruin entirely,
Shame on you! Shame! Shame!

I know it well,
Just a fake you are!
I can truly tell,
You have loved me never!
Hey! Listen to me!
Love is not a game!
For you to ruin entirely,
Shame on you! Shame! Shame!

by Md. Ziaul Haque

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Nepal

Nepal, officially the Federal Democratic Republic of Nepal,[15] is a country in South Asia. It is located mainly in the Himalayas, but also includes parts of the Indo-Gangetic Plain. It is the 49th largest country by population and 93rd largest country by area. It is landlocked, and borders China in the north and India in the south, east and west, while Bangladesh is located within only 27 km (17 mi) of its southeastern tip and Bhutan is separated from it by the Indian state of Sikkim. Nepal has a diverse geography, including fertile plains, subalpine forested hills, and eight of the world’s ten tallest mountains, including Mount Everest, the highest point on Earth. Kathmandu is the capital and the largest city. Nepal is a multiethnic country with Nepali as the official language [Wikipedia]

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The Genesis Of Me

THIS JOURNEY
pushed by the current
going with the flow
first at the gate

THIS CONCEPTION
meeting and connecting
primary fusion
two become one

THIS ZYGOTE
growing by division
bigger, bigger, more
beating heart, breathing lungs

THIS DELIVERY
ready, for now
pushed through the tunnel
toward the light

THIS LIFE ALIVE
first light
first cry
first touch

THIS HUMAN STATE
when, what was my first thought?
when, what was my first memory?
when did i become me?
why am i me?

by Rob Knetsch© , 2014

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Hot Stove?

I touched you ever so gently,
You were a hot stove.
I placed my heart next to you,
You were a hot stove.

I tried to hug you so passionately,
You you were a hot stove.
Depending on your mood,
The anger or the passion.

You were a hot stove.

by Vera Sidhwa

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My Princess

At the first time that I had seen her,
she did something to me
with her big eyes glancing into mine
and she being so streamlined

that the revs of my heart jumped
and I did know
that I was in love
and I thought about a way
to make her mine.

by Gert Strydom

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Sailor Of The Seas

What beauty as she shines in the light of the sun,
Full of love, yet her heart impossible to be won.
A woman of nature, a woman of life,
Someday a woman to be someone’s wife.

But oh, how the tides have turned,
How clouded her mind becomes of lessons love-learned.
The walls come down once again,
Not something so easily to happen now and then.

Carefully stepping out into the water, but not all at once,
The sea is cold and unpromising, she’s no dunce,
She knows what could come, falling through alone,
Sinking through the ocean like the world’s smallest stone.

A fight for love is never an easy pick,
Their words hurt more than stone or stick.
Believed to be falling to her end,
Forgetting that underneath she has many a friend.

Willing to do more than most would do,
No matter what, they’ll always come through,
And she knows this to be true.

They have her back through her chase of love,
Sailing across the oceans with clouds up above.
Waiting along for that one right for her,
No matter the wind, no matter the thunder.

It will all be worth it in the end, she knows this now.
As she looks out over the edge of her bow.
It’s fun to be had, it’s a lesson to be learned,
It’s something she knows that she’ll one day earn.

by Casey Gochnour

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