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Puddles of joy
In the eyes of the little boy
Knew his favourite candy by the stick
Home deliveries, now real quick

Cleansing thoughts
In the word machine
Filigree of words
Wrought on the screen

The mountain tops covered in hues
Rainbow of flowers, on the plateau
White swans joined and prayed with folded heads
Grass turned green, the sky baby blue
The creator creates endless landscapes
Cyaneous heaven of cascades
Segued into turquoise
Besieged by smaragdine forests

Pearly clouds strewn in silver sky
Opalescent fish scales glinting
as radiant honey topaz sun winked

Emerald reeds swayed
Ruby chrysanthemum blooms
Dotted with violescent bellflowers
To entertain
means to be starkers
and dance with veils,
to exoticize war
and tremble in
a thousand rhythms.
Bejeweled as a spy,
don't know why.
Eye of the day,
and a dozen matchlocks
had me inertly settle
upon my knees,
before bending at my waist
to take one last look
at the fiery heavens.
Thomas W. Case's Historical Figure Poetry Challenge, Mata Hari.
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
Looking through the glass window
I see beyond theses scars
I see the beauty
deeply embedded
In your heart
Your heart is flawless
I see your pain
I know it's a struggle
I know your hurting
But it's a step further
To inner healing

Yellow rays, swept off the sky

Light Showers through the grey

There goes another day
Clusters of madhumalti
Bloom through the dark of the night
Fragrance of the flowers
Leads to a bright new day
Madhumalti(Combretum indicum, is the scientific name of the plant, also known as  Rangoon creeper / Chinese honeysuckle)
You we're my sunshine
But then I remembered that the sun doesn't just shine for one person.
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