We all know that
               Being happy is
One of the surprised
                      Things we do
In everyday life of today
                But some of us
Don't have that happiness
                    Then we give up
On the wrong side
               Whether or not
There is a way to be happy
                  When it touched
Your soul and heart
                    To be filled
With all different emotions
               You imagine to be
Be 100% H.A.P.P.Y.

                  By K-mari ©2016

Oh mere mortal who plays with lives
Asperations of god you try to strive
Deciding on who lives and who dies
Shame on you for what you decide

You may bring life, but you also cause death
As old folks lives decided like russian roulette
But you cover your ***** deed as loved ones are upset
Lives devastated whilst you sleep soundly in bed.

"INKS OF TRUTH"

A dedication

For Soul Survivor

''~~~~~~
There's A City called Hello Poetry
And in this city,
Lives A Woman of many colours
A Poetess with a kind heart
A Poetess of Class
A Woman that loves to care for all
She's a kind soul
Meandering through this city,
She has a heart devoid of hate

* A Motherly nature
Always hoping everyone is well
Find this woman and
Appreciate her
For her heart is pure
And Soul too kind
Have you heard about Soul Survivor
Or call her Catherine Jarvis?
She is the woman
She is a Mother
A Mother of Hello poetry
Find her now and appreciate her*

Ovi Odiete©

Dedicated to Soul Survivor

......
In this edge of the end
Where simplicity flows
Through the straight river
The upstream songs
As the ****** sunshine of Lost spring

There today,
Exhausted Myna drying feathers
In the wet air
Sitting on the shade of the window
Steadfast attention on the distant horizon

Slothful day in a comfort bed
With a cup of tea
A longed cigarette,
Romanticism become struck

Outside the open window
Inside out
Light clouds of August
As if the "will" cradling to and fro
Dropping the ageless poetry
Filled with the words of dance

Rain comes down on the unleash field
Essence of mystic tunes flowing
From the tearful trots of rains
Moving, Flooding
The both sides of the river
..............
@Musfiq us shaleheen

The thunder is the click
The lightning is the flash
The storm takes a picture
For the universe's dash

I have never seen
nor in the stars
or every other sheen
anything more tempting
than the commissures of the lips
of the sorrowful men.

And it's so splendid
seeing them smile
even though
they have nothing in their life.

In a crowd she stands alone,
her beauty creeps out.
Mysterious shades of color enchain her captivating allure,
every shade more beautiful than the last.
The efflorescence of a flower fails to image her,
flawless from head to toe.
The illusion of free will quickly fades,
I cannot deny my attraction to her,
She glows.
Warming the room by her graceful movements,
clocks slow, each second delights in her every twirl.
Tick. Toc.
Her look sets me at ease.
Freeing me from my uncertainty, I now clench belief close to my heart,
summoned by a dream with every beat.
I am left in a daydream,
As, she is gone…

The edge looks so inviting.
I could close my eyes and it could be all over.  
One step and then I’m dead.
Should I jump?