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If I were a painter,
I'd paint you the hundreds
of marigold leaves
hanging on the branches
of our one-lane street.

I'd color the canvas
with the image of myself
blowing air on the flames
of our Sunday-night fire,
watching it dance to life.

If I were able to
mix the oils just right,
I could shine a flashlight
through the fence to find
the deer as it rustled in the bushes.

If I had the finest Parisian brushes,
I'd seal our memories forever,
hanging them in rustic frames
on the walls of our home
where they could be

remembered daily
rather than just
once-in-a-while
when the campfire smoke
finally jogs our memory.
You're beautiful
A walking masterpiece
And I can't help but stare
So much
That sometimes
It turns into a creepy glare
But I'm just studying your face
The roundness of your nose
The softness of your cheeks
Your firm lips
The glow in your eyes
I try my hardest to remember it all
So I can dream of your face
When I go to sleep
You're beautiful
I just want you to know
I find not one flaw on your face
Even if it was covered in bumps
Oh how I'd adore
The humps
You're beautiful
I love the seriousness
In your face
Your not the one to always smile
But when you do
My heart
Died, quiet and empty
It comes alive
You're beautiful
And I could never get enough of looking at you
Tonight,
the moon looks like the cheshire cat's grin
and we wonder what it is like
to be someone else.

Head full of fantasies
of places we'll never see
and dreams of universes
we don't belong to.

The moon grins down,
like it knows something I don't
and I gaze back accusingly.
 Nov 2016 CJSmigliani
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If there was someone/something more beautiful than you, i would ask the most talented artist to paint a picture with an elegant brush on choice canvas under the reflection from the evening sunset by a beach and finish with an exotic vanishing so that such a work would glow with radiance as I look at d grandeur of your personality and the exquisite appearance of you- you are definitely a masterpiece of one who is all knowing and ever perfect.
 Nov 2016 CJSmigliani
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Because you love me,
They do not love you;
Because of your choice,
They despise you;
our love is an abomination,
Its a claim that they say is true;
They've got their beliefs,
We've got ours too;
forget not what the world needs,
Which is loving me and loving you;
And if the god they serve is true,
He will also love me and you.
 Nov 2016 CJSmigliani
uzzi obinna
Come on let us explore this life,
Let us take a tour to her cities,
Let us watch her still waters,
And unveil her hidden mystries;

Let us ride on her wings,
And drown in her magnificence,
Lets be hypnotised by her grandeur,
And be mindful of her essence;

Do not close your ears to her voice,
Nor turn a blind eye to her tears,
Be willing to learn of her wisdom,
Abuse not the length of her years;

Come let us beautify her with colours,
Adorn her with aromatic flowers,
Let us preserve her oasis, lakes,
And explore her infinite powers;

Let us go with her to lands of plenty,
And make her beautiful for our children,
Lets embrace her always with a warm heart,
You never know how much good that'll be building;

She seeks for our appreciation of her,
And the protection of her children,
In Europe, africa, the americas, and middle east,
Please enough of their executioning;

So lets take hold of her passionately,
And value those in whom she dwells,
walk through her boulevard of fulfiled dreams,
And always drink from her fresh wells.
Life is sacred
 Nov 2016 CJSmigliani
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When the flowers of the world all fade away,
And the viable pollens have been blown away,
When the torrential rains of the mangroove stop,
and the lakes of the amazon suddenly dries up,
When the sun of the summer stops to shine,
And the appearance of the stars becomes impossible to define,
When the hope of the expectants seize to exist,
And the mansions of kings becomes short of feasts,
Whe the oil for our future have gone dry,
Then and only then will i say good-bye.
Wrote this while traveling today. Was inspired by the sound of the wind as it blew against the wind-shield.
Dedicated to Adaobi Okafor
 Nov 2016 CJSmigliani
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Too many secrets from my lover,
Too many actions that makes me cold,
Something new we always discover,
Baby this lifestyle is just too old,

We've crossed the beyond,
To be treated this way,
Was there ever a bond?
Why treat me this way?

We are both moving on,
After all we've done,
To be together as one,
You let another one- get us torn,

Now we say one last goodbye,
No need to try anymore,
And time's passing-by,
Can't bear the pain anymore,

I will be fine,
Was never meant to be,
For you to be mine,
Now clearly i see.
The first time i am writting something about me.
But then as you read focus on the poem
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