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Hear me, my dear....
Let me pop up my plans
on this blue moon day delight

Your glittering eyes
Fluttered my shuttered heart
Your cherry cheers
shored up my sunken soul

Your melodious voice
Mellowed my bullish ego
Your bouncing beauty
spurred up my dormant passions

Your heart is my home divine
So sure I am for you
Your matchless features
Make me your perfect catch

May I warm up with your charm
And lead a princely life
of my princess choice?
For the blush of wife to be
Be the bliss of life that be
Throw your smiles, my dear,
Viewers take a crazy catch
Blush, it is all they wish
Cheer up, to cheer the peering eyes

Pep up your pleasing lips,
Veering eyes carry the sips
Laugh louder, you are allowed
Cry all out, they enjoy no doubt
Sob, nothing to feel sorry

Reflex your face, keep ready to face
Wink your eye, it sprinkles lust
Frown, you are the crown
Voice your tongue, it caters

Let the pearls in your cup of lips radiate
  fragrant flowers of joy and jubilation
May your breath resonate cool
  in the ears of the audience for years!

Sweeten your words, toast the taste
Sing, for an all-round swing
Synchronize your body language
With the symphony of the scene

You are the debonair in debut,
Heralding heroine of this film.
The quick buck of this movie,
Much depends on your quirk
Lens is ready to sense your synergy
Bless you my budding artist, go ahead!
I love my duty
As much as
I love my beauty
I love poetry
As much as
I love pantry
I love my country
As much as
I love currency
I love you
As much as
You love me
On a deadly day
Air-locked lungs
Severed air-links
By tyranny of time

Yester beauty lost in pesters
In the travail travel of life
Deeds, deals are doomed
Solo soul slipped out sad
Of static veins, bones and blood
Body is now nobody to anybody

Unlocked fast food counter;
The paradise of parasites
The stray dogs’ dish delight
The flying hawk’s eye-catch
Wholesome diet for the day

Stinking corpse threatened
Endangered epidemics
World worried and buried
The Esquire in a square
Of engraved box in a grave

Soul in hunt of sprouting seeds
Of vibrant hygienic genes
For long sustained body’s succor
Of its own make – sane or sin,
Of heaven’s choicest justice
If you blame the imperfect aspects
of your life on someone else,
change will not follow.

-Joseph B Schneider
© Joseph B Schneider. All rights reserved
How can we change something about our life if what we wish to change we blame on something out of our control?
Beauty often
tabled its love
Crazy enjoyed
taste of toast in toto
Cutleries stinking
in sink of sins.
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