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Twas the Nineteenth of February,
I kept date of it
On the socialist of media,
He said "What?
Are you doing?"

At that moment
A chill of the wind,
Swindled across my orchards
But what was
It to me?

I had told him
The usual
But kept in mind
It was february,
It was often

Just then he invited,
I felt as if a relief,
Or was it?

I had told myself,
Repeatively,
That this was the same
Moment as others.
When I had no clue,
Of my feelings.

Of course I was an adolescent,
I was in that situation.

He was a fifth or so,
It didn't really bother me.
Although I kept thinking,
Hearken! He hindered me.

Individually he said.
But the same feelings came.

Just out of my domicile,
I froze,
It struck me,
After cleansing myself,
And preparing,
Was i that eager?

I had noticed a second or so,
Of eyes on me.
It was three,
I know they were thinking.

But I didn't stop there.

I persisted,
And another obstacle hit.
'twas my neighbour,
What should I do?

I tried to obscure myself,
But she noticed.

I greeted her,
And she so,
But I, in hopes of luck.

While to my destination,
Thoughts flew.
But I persisted.
Thinking,
I've gone through this before!

There, hounds.
Many of them!
But, I in patience.

It struck me,
Over others,
Id flee at the first doubt,
But he was persuasive,
I hadn't seen clearly.
Full of hatred and grieve.
To Sungsu Lee.
behind the money lies our pain,
into fields fall the rain.
With empty pockets walk the road
a thousand stories left untold.
 Nov 2015 Chase Anthony
MS Lim
Why am I looking at this drawer
  and am afraid of its contents?
  over 60  love-letters of long ago
  which I could repeat almost by heart
  ( I kept every envelope as well-
    time, date received, year written thereon
   in my best hand
   as though they were worth more than diamonds)
  several containing crushed roses
  a few poems of Robert Browning
  Keats, Byron, sonnets of Shakespeare
  Yeats,  Donne, Thomas Hardy, John Clare..
  every letter a reminder
  of youth's once tender kisses
   solemn vows
  and secret words exchanged
  that could never be shared
  with anyone
  (love is too personal-
   a sacred pledge of hearts
   never to be broken)

    vanished are the dreams of youth
   I am old and weary now

    no longer the proud lover
    but a cynic
    no longer a believer
   in the glory of love-poems
  and stories of romance
  (yes---love is not a fairy-tale
   and all love stories should end
   with this sentence:
  ...and they lived with regret and sorrow thereafter...)

    words are just words
spoken at convenience
for the sake of the speaker
words are selfish
though the speaker knows not

she wrote and spoke more poignantly
than I ever could
she was mistress of words
she wrote as though
she was consumed by the fire of love
and would die in  its burning furnace
for my sake
all for my sake
' I would die for love
and for you, dearest
for you are my life
the very air I breathe...'

(I wept then as those words I read-
I memorised every word )

   Is love but sweet words
  to be forgotten ?
  
  I shouldn't open the drawer
  lest I begin to attribute blame
je deteste?  deja vu? chagrin d'mour?

I was about to stretch out
my hand ...
but my faithful wife called
from the kitchen
' why are you lingering in your study?
  darling, dinner is ready--your favourite chicken curry!'
nil
It's cruels like you,
That keep me from the world.
Why do you?

I don't know if it's hatred
Or the love I feel just because you're blood.
But it won't stop me!
I'll still endeavor.

It doesn't end here!

I'll get you back!

Let my negativity,
Get out the future of you.

None of us like this behavior,
Stop it!

I'll live life to the fullest,
You can't stop me!
This goes out to my sister Ofa, the one that truly expressed her hatred of our brother, Joshua. Although, I kept track of it.
songbirds
sing
through
the
tips of
their
wings
every word
that
we sing
oh lord
uplifted
again and again
 Nov 2015 Chase Anthony
Madeline
Stars there shine adrift in the galaxy,
the midnight sky is beautiful but the spotlight is the moon. If only i were a star you’d see how well i’d shine. For now i have to live without that paradise of mine… Paradise its such a parasite going in our minds wish i could live without thy paradise… The moon shines brightly tonight little children. Come up and see you’ll enjoy it your the little stars to me.
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