The Tale…

pressed between the thin pages of  Memoirs
hidden inside a shell protected by a thick wall of lies
describing each story and molded with flowing deception
where truth is invaded with graphic inaccuracies
that chapters become a losing book of a decaying tale…
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Poetry Challenge 2017 #6 – Ninefold style : Home

cool tears have flowed from her chinky eyes
passing every second was piercing
firmly grasping the sarcophagus

my thoughts knocked and sympathy walked in
the reason behind the ill-timed grief
my own tears dropped and flowed down my cheek

her sadness i felt, my heart in pain
illness got her mother so early
her soul depart to heaven, her home

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In Your Arms

if i turn my back from you
and set my sight away
displeasure as the field of view
take the mood of a bitter day

if i go there on the hill
and alienate myself
is it against your will
if i say goodbye, farewell

but as i touch the local color
of breaking off the knot
it’s you  i see in every corner
i wont let the feelings to rot

i have to be in touch again
with you, my love i still remain
‘though i’ve sang  my  farewell song
in your arms i’m back where i belong

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“Please, Don’t run over me”

i won’t run after you
if the green light says so
don’t take the blame on me
if no one catches you

when you fall on the ground
and down on your knees
begging me if you please,
“don’t run over me”

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As Rain

it was a fine day
quiet, still and dumb
cool, frigid and pleasant
time to be aware of the present

stay plugged in
in the socket of today
be ready of unfamiliar current
heading your dreams to paint

in the event
the clouds fall as rain
do remember that they are
dark and heavy to bear

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Fool of the crowd

the emptiness of the bounty
the loneliness of the crowd
losing the love of the many
is stupidity enshroud
transparency of being thick
the shallowness of depth
active of being sick
a fool looking for death

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You and Me

i’ll take you with me
to all eternity
you will be my queen
‘though time to come’s unseen
i’ll take you with me
into my heart’s windy sea
we will survive and be
the pair of you and me

 

 

 

Guns and Roses

if these roses can whisper

to people of different ears

if seeds can listen awhile

this could carry tears and cheers

.

thorns could prick their skin

protruding from the stalks

but roses are all akin

various flags along the garden walks

.

beautiful buds now abloom

speaking softly to the stars

thoughts were read by the restless moon

concerned about the ongoing  wars

.

if all the guns will turn to lovely flowers

no bubble of hatred will burst as it poses

no braves and cowards would ever cower

when bombs and arrows  become  bouquet of roses…

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You Won!

you took the challenge

engaged to a battle

 to a fight

summoned your strength and skill

and took part to the defense

of a life you wanted to live…

You Won!

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At A Distance…

image obscure and cryptic

corrupted copy of impression

cloudy light  casting back

 dim under the shadow

.

fixing thoughts of spent scenes

reminiscing hates and loves

tears sink in river beds

slowly float with the flow

.

never a perfect copy

reflection digging the past

when i stare outside the window

 at a distance myself recast

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