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If, whenever out, maybe driving about,
On encountering road-rage, never worry,
Claim that you are, Ronnie Pickering,
They should drive off, as if in a hurry.

Although, if they ask, Ronnie Pickering?
Looking bewildered, unsure who you are,
Do a convincing, Pickering impression,
An apoplectic beetroot escaping its jar.

Start ranting and raving, making threats,
No need to reveal, considered, justification,
Rage like a gargantuan, ignorant, imbecile,
Before storming off, in bitter frustration.

Remember, while out, always take care,
If encountering, squabbling or bickering,
If the people resemble blustering bullies,
One, could possibly be, Ronnie Pickering.
written after witnessing his raving outburst at a quite innocent moped rider.
~
Until the end of the night
you will wait,
don't go away because,
because if you go
my earth seems to be small

Poor flows of air
even intensely can't bear
a little bit of oxygen
breath becomes low
seems a boat of hope
slowly drowning below

If you're in the next room
never close the window,
If I move eyes
so I can see you
you do not sleep
until I sleep

If you stay
very near my head
beside the bed
I can sleep soundly
float in the dreams smoothly

If somehow
I go out of the home
you will not close the door
stand on the doorway

If I feel
you are waiting in the shore
and for me
you never close the door
certainly I feel
you love me!
the world is suppose
to be mine

Even If I ever late
you are waiting for mate
even the darkness
comes down on the horizon
I will notice with twinkling of stars
O' darling, you wait
even though you pass
a long sleepless night
without light

So don't go away
As long as I can't come back
As long as I love you
until my last breath
~
@Musfiq us shaleheen
I wish there was a way for me to keep my initials out of your mind
I shall continue writing my stories into poetry, and you would be forever
Be haunted by her flashing eyes and beguiling smile until death.

What the devil has joined together, it will stumbled and fall
but every desire has an obstacle in it, and that obstacle was you.
So, do bear in mind that not every pretty face or smile
isn't real, genuine or sincere  

Night haunts and evil lurks in every corner. Like plague it’s...
For a black heart will only find beauty in darkness.


The worst of the initial pain is yet to come, my arch rival and enemy
you seem to have a lot of time to stand and stare at the dark glare;
mysterious abyss of love.
I think of seawater
because of its briny tang,
because when,
by accident,
it trips into my mouth,
coats the inside of my cheeks
in a clear, chloride gloss.

I think of seawater
because of the way
it blooms along the shore,
dazzling white jewels
slinking up our toes,
our feet left with a glimmer,
slippery and clean.

I think of seawater
because your hair was soaked,
chestnut brown trickles
wriggling down your face
and I could smell the beach
in the pool of your neck,
fresh and transparent

at the crook of your lips.
Written: September 2015.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time, not quite as good as I wanted it to be, but still satisfying. All feedback welcome as always. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP in the coming months.
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