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 Jan 2017 Mistry
Mike Patten
We need to stop analyzing the past,
stop planning the future,
stop figuring out precisely how we feel,
stop deciding exactly what we want when we want it.
Sometimes, we just need to stop,
and see what happens.
You see, what we learn, and who we become,
in the process of waiting,
is often more important than the thing we were actually waiting for.
I am made of earth
bleached blonde by the sun
that from its heart
radiates its rays into my veins.
The pores of my luxuriant skin
are fields
full of trees
and full of every fruit.
Oceans burrow my legs
through my arms,
colourful lakes
drive crystal-clear waters
and waterfalls
barely come to surface.
My fingers are rivers of stars
that turn my hands and my feet
into skies,
evanescent comets appear
and my eyes are full of galaxies.
My hair is foam from the sea
my lips are shells dressed with pearls
and my eyelashes
are plaited with golden silver.
From my cloud nose to my moon ears
my face is a tapestry of flowers and scents
the light of the day unfurls itself upon me
all around me
the dawn and the sunset
kiss the night.

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 Jan 2017 Mistry
Jellyfish
My heart aches,
And I love it.
My mind turns,
and it tosses.
My eyes yearn,
to see your smile...
though I'm hurting,
I know it's just for a while.
 Jan 2017 Mistry
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green thumb
 Jan 2017 Mistry
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all your flowered dresses
thrown across the floor;
my bedroom--
our secret garden.
 Jan 2017 Mistry
Ovi-Odiete
The Sea

The sea never did set for a journey alone
Her arms reached out to the world,
Her feet spread wide encapsulating a wider margin of earth en masse
Harrowing were her days when men visited,
Each cupping and taking turn squeezing her *******
And when they were done, they left her in the middle of the coldest of storms


It was her generosity and honesty that paved ways for her
She has been a helper and a Savior all her life
Leading the way and helping men find their lost road
But there was a dark path to her
Her dark days.
Those days that swallowed all virtues and greatest of men, leaving the innocent ones screaming and begging for a second Chance, so unfortunately they all drowned beneath the grave of the sea


Ovi OdieteĀ©
The Sea
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