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  Jan 2019 Arif Hifzioglu
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I write observing my own visions.
Seeing them come alive
as pen lands on paper runway.

OH to feed my addiction evermore,
as mind travels from line to line.
verse to verse, poem to poem.

OH to satisfy my own vibration,
and become explorer climbing
mountain peaks of script.

Oh to live in the reality of phases
where each word gets implanted
so others may excavate.

I write because I’m member of club
who needs outlet that becomes friend.
And so... I inflate
balloon in breath with ballads.
Poesies that just float away.
inspired to concept of observing self as writer.
Wear a smile on your face,
Wear a smile all day,
For nothing  you wear, looks lovely without it
Smile away the day,
and watch the effect
you pass around
It might just cheer up the not
so gay
and happiness may well
abound.

And don't you look your best
when you do smile
No wonder you're asked to say
'cheese' for a photo
but the trick is to wear it all
the while
'To smile without distinction'
be thy motto.:)

When someone creases their
forehead into a frown
You curve your lips upward
into a smile
Don't let their scowl get you
down
They,d be the one to look the
clown
while you show off your
inspiring style.

If people stare 'n' glare at you
Return their glares and stares
with a grinning smile
Keep smiling whether they boo
or pooh pooh
They might just reset their
mental file.

Thus forever flash your
pearlywhites
They aren't meant merely for
chow and bites.
Flash em' into a smile that
lights
A crescent shaped smiley on
the face
explore your own ******
expression delights.:)  

A smile is a sign of happiness right under your nose
Smile warmly like the sunshine, like the crescent moon
Even when the icy cold wind of discourtesy blows
My profile homepage pic reflects my newest poem.
  Jan 2019 Arif Hifzioglu
Valsa George
In my garden
A climber grows
From the trellised platform
It strays its way
Trespassing into others territory
Annoying the plants
Growing close

Its emerald leaves
Of bright glossy sheen
With serrated edge
And prominent veins
Trembling and timorous
When whipped by the wind
Is a real delight to view!

Close to monsoon
It is in flower
The heavy clusters
Droop down in weight
A medley of white, pink and red
Languidly swaying in the breeze
Giving off a faint aroma

Early morning I see them
Tear stained
I wonder what makes them cry
Do they lament their transient fate?
Or are they sad,
Molested by amorous bees?
Recently we got a few showers of summer rain and my climber is  in full bloom ! The aroma wafted through the night wind is exotic!
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