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 Oct 2017 Abraham Esang
Pete Leon
Tarte Tatin Man,
He wears pears on his hands,
And he glistens like lamb,
He's Tarte Tatin Man.

Tarte Tatin Man,
He's originally from France,
And has a cousin who's a flan,
He's Tarte Tatin Man.

Tarte Tatin Man,
He wears a coat made of pans,
And bathes in butter, not jam,
He's Tarte Tatin Man.

Tarte Tatin Man,
I feel we finished this dance,
Till we meet again, perchance,
Goodbye Tarte Tatin Man.
How does it feel to be loved
Or to fall in love
Through this uncertain things happening
Maybe there would be a chance for it.

Eventhough you were as bitter as the bitter fruit
You'll feel empty at times
And long for sweetness but all you can do now
Is just engage yourself into the grounds of happiness

You ask a million questions from above
But only one answer is said to do so
By the time comes
You will not figure out the said response.

Time really flies without wings
Action hurts a lot without pierce
Teardrops means a lot in darkness and in silence
But still wishing to had the chance to feel that way again.
#time.will.come.for.it
 Oct 2017 Abraham Esang
JP
Cockroach
 Oct 2017 Abraham Esang
JP
great lover of women
seeing them
and running towards them..
awesome!!
 Oct 2017 Abraham Esang
JP
fireflies
 Oct 2017 Abraham Esang
JP
his partner
watch his heart beats
when he among
girls!!
 Oct 2017 Abraham Esang
JP
Bee
 Oct 2017 Abraham Esang
JP
Bee
a slave
like
family man..
Don't let me slip unconsciously.
Don't let me fall asleep. Stop me from falling from my feet. Don't let the dust brush my cheeks. Help me from falling away from me.
To be part of the story is
                illuminating
        But
When will I be look at as a
                     Writer
Having doubts that my Poems/ writings aren’t great or people don’t appreciate them.
 Oct 2017 Abraham Esang
Kimmie
Wish I was born earlier
Wish that we met before
And Wish that our love story
Was made before already
But he oppossed,
"Honee... Best time is now, not before not later"
And that's when I stopped wishing.
 Oct 2017 Abraham Esang
Rakshinda
Was it just a gulmohar tree?
or did it mean more?
will it be remembered for its shade,
or for the beautiful flowers it bore?
will it stand just as a memory,
hidden in some remote corner of the mind?
or will it remain alive forever
like a couplet
against the blows of time.
-Rakshinda
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