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 Jan 2017 Amanda Kay Hill
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In That Moonlit Night Standing In The Abaft,
Watching The Towed Flaccid Wooden Raft,
I Thought That I Saw An Angel Resting,
Lying Exhausted There In That Craft.

I Call The Girl Out Unbeknownst Of Her Kind Name,
"Hey Young Lady!!" To Which She Didn't Much Respond,
She Looked Up Towards Me Once In Anguish & Collapsed,
I See Desperation In Her Amber Eyes & Resolve To Help Her.

The Crewmen Had Now Been Doing The Paddles After Resting,
I Summon My Captain & Ask, "Do You See That Girl In The Raft?"
The Senile Captain Smiles To Say, "Commodore, Better Get Married,"
I Look Just Clueless To Which He Simply Replies, "There Is No Girl."

True He Was As She Had Simply Disappeared,
I Started Thinking Of My Sleep Needs That Day,
I Looked Around Again In A Hope To Find The Girl,
I Had Compromised My Routine As The Commodore.

Then I Immediately Realized It Was My Wild Phantasm,
Now This Was Just A Plain Illusion Of A Tired Sailor's Mind,
No Mermaids Could Have Ever Existed In Reality & Were Fake,
I Turned Towards The Deck To Go Back To My Bunk For Sleeping.

As I Climbed Down The Stairs To Enter My Room Amazed & Dazed,
I Saw Her Standing And Waiting For Me By The Side Of My Bunk,
I Accepted That Delusion Of My Mind & Started To Lie Down,
She Said, "I'm As Real As Your Thoughts, Don't Fear Me."

She & I-Me & Her, Had The Best Time That Night,
In The Morning She Was Gone & Was Just Gone,
Disappeared Into Thin Air While I Was Asleep,
Each Day I So Dearly Long For Her To Return.
November 28, 2012 poem.

7 Stanzas Of A Beautiful Open-Eyed Dream Written In A Lonely Evening Reflecting Upon What I Lost Due To The May 7, 2010 Accident.

Read the entire Angel Saga by me, Atul Kaushal.
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/13567/the-angel-saga/

My HP Poem #19
©Atul Kaushal

I thank you all so much for the overwhelming response that this poem has received.

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 Jan 2017 Amanda Kay Hill
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W** will love you as much as I used to,
As much as me who will pamper you,
And who will need you as much as I do,
Pent are the ways of happiness for me,
And there is need of love for my dear life,
Should you not come back to me smiling?

As much as me nobody needs you in life,
And as much nobody desires you either.

Just come back towards me gyrating,
And take your place back once again,
As if you had never gone away from me,
Of the time I spent alone give me relief.

Kind enough you are, I know that,
Re-entangled is my lonely life now,
Insidious is my life's new nickname,
Prevent my breath from leaving me,
I definitely need you back for me.

*
I miss you.
WAAPAS AA JAAO: The Hindi/Urdu phrase meaning come back.

My HP Poem #1374
©Atul Kaushal
 Jan 2017 Amanda Kay Hill
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Es donde todos los barcos vienen a fallecer!

Esta costa inspirado a Piratas del Caribe.

Y el Capitán Jack Sparrow!

Y este es mi primer poema Español.


Coast of Death
That is where all the ships come to perish!

This coast inspired Pirates of the Carribean.

And Captain Jack Sparrow!

And this is my first Spanish poem.
This is my first Spanish poem.
The Death Coast is in the West of Galicia, Spain.
Inspired by the legend about the Death Coast.

My HP Poem #1375
©Atul Kaushal
Candle of my love is in front of the air
Beauty is followed by lunatic assaults
In this violent glare let me be more fair
Life is not so easy it is but full of halts

Love my love is just a chance to glance
Deep down in all pain and all pleasure
The moment I saw you I am in dance
My beloved you are a hidden treasure

People say what I saw ,a golden glare
Which ordinary being can't dare to see
My love you are bestowed by real flair
Please do not ask what you mean to me

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Like a Firefly you light the darkness in my presence
Revealing my path so I won't be lost once more
Like a Firefly you are foreign to me, not recognizing your kind
You beauty is rare in these parts
Like a Firefly your actions are peaceful like the beats of your wings
The more their are the brighter your light stretches around me
Like a Firefly I want to capture you in my glass jar
To gaze and admire your unique beauty
Like a Firefly I will release you to your home
Hoping that you'll continue to light my way into your world
I remember the first time I saw him
Mysterious, Dangerous, Wonderful
His eyes captured me the moment I fell into them
His fur was perfect and made me jealous
Not even the wind could mess up his handsome look
His fangs were perfectly white as he howled
I continued to follow this wolf
His presence was contagious
I wanted to know more about him
His life, his pack, his goals
The more I followed the more I could relate
How could I become apart of this beasts world?
How could I show my love for him?
To be apart of his pack
Or is he a lone wolf like I once called myself?
A loner needs his pack too
We're so different yet have so much in common
Was it fate that lead me to this creature?
Is it fate that this beautiful wolf will bring out the real me?
Colorado We Hear Your Call
Through Her Eyes The Centennial Stands Tall
Rocky Mountains Ruling Us All
What can I say, I love my home, Colorado Life! :)
Mom
Love being loved by a mom
Love giving love as a mom
Love being a mom
Happy mothers day
Sorry could not post this on Mother's Day. Wishing every momma and every momma-to-be happy Mother's Day.
 Jan 2017 Amanda Kay Hill
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Hilly areas are really beautiful,
And the peaks are breathtaking.

The crevices are often so deep,
And the peaks so very luscious.

Her hills are missed by me,
And the cool, dark peaks too.
I speak of the hills of Uttarakhand in India.

My HP Poem #1036
©Atul Kaushal
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