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Apples are delicious
Gems are precious
Complacency is vicious
But, Your look is gracious
And Laughing is infectious

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~
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Today,,,I am as fresh as yesterday
My black hair has a thread of gray

Ten Commandments right in what they say
Love and kisses to all without any doubt or betray

Plant Roses or myrtle tree regularly not only in May
Open your heart to all seasons with Golden Ray

Touch my heart where your finger lay
And Listen to the sweet bells over the bay !

My black hair has a thread of Gray
But, Today, I am as fresh as yesterday

When sea grows stormy, Long prayers , I say ,
Asking for those gifts again my Lord gave yesterday

I dare not move my dim eyes any way
My Lord is in the fields, on the seas, in the winds at play,

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~
i love my kind grandfather so much... :-)
 Jun 2017 solEmn oaSis
Jeffrey
There were more than 200 people
at the party, spread out
across my lawn,
from dusk to nearly dawn,
swirling in colorful pockets
of conversation.

Undetected,
one of them left:   ❤️ U  
out of soap, on my bathroom mirror.  

At first I thought perhaps that it was you.
And then, all at once, I realized that it was me.  
It was finally me.
Thus, I drifted off to sleep.
love to you all
 Jun 2017 solEmn oaSis
Jeffrey
With sunrise came a hunger

So I,
I bit deeply into the peach,
that you’d left uncovered
on the bed

And,
drank the juice
sweet and warm
on my tongue
And down by throat

While you,
you seemed delighted
at how quickly
breakfast came

Then
suddenly famished,
took the fruit
all the way
into your mouth
that you’d not finished
the night before

But,
rather than have you
swallow whole,
and risk
choking on
too big a bite,
I pulled you close
sinking easily into
the unfinished peach,
dripping wet on the sheets,
while sharing the taste
on both our lips

Unconcerned with the mess
we devoured with abandon
while you,
without warning
****** your fingers
into my watermelon
roaring with delight

Apples,
then melons
then cherries,
tearing right
through every bunch

Then,
deciding not to waste the seeds,
we moved instead
straight on to lunch
 Jun 2017 solEmn oaSis
Sandoval
I was not born a

poet.

I was broken into

one.


*Sandoval
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