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 Dec 2019
james nordlund
It was not dying to the life, sleep,

so one can be reborn in the morn’.
  
As we inhale, aspire, we exhale, inspire,

the breath of life is spiritual.

So too, to awake is as a promise

we made before we were born,



to be life.  It is, this new day

is given to be anew.

Awakened newly to the world,

which has also evolved in it’s newness.  

It's for us to find and be what it is

to be this new day.
Happy Holidays All, blessings be ....  Thanx for all you do.  Have a good day  :)   reality
 Dec 2019
rk
you turned me
into dust,
so i turned you
into w
     o
          r
      d
             s.
- i've never been good at goodbye.
I've seen through your eyes
I've known the tears you've cried
I've felt the heartstrings pulled wide
I've felt you broken inside
I've tasted the times you've swallowed your pride
I've been places you went to hide
And to all those spaces you opened up
Filling up of not much or too much
Empty
Overindulged  
Laying with your love in the guilty malice and the shame centred rug
It was at one time your only cover
How you danced with the shadows
The romance of willows bearing your narrow leaves and small flowers
Finding the love in those little things
Tying the pliant branches to yarn encircling loom
Ouroboros love
Come back to you
 Nov 2019
A B Faniki
Last night while teaching my niece
I told her "She is not paying
Attention", she said "she is",

and that she just paid it fifteen
Naira. By jove! the serious look on her
cute face while saying this had me laughing.

children given birth to these days are
as smart as a beautiful smartphone
and she only 3, last December
Niece has become my muse these days. I just wrote this poem for her © A B Faniki 7/15/2019
 Nov 2019
Crow
Forced by covenant to conceal
The wound you carry deep
Too dangerous far to now reveal
The secret you must keep

The truth, it’s said, can set you free
Whose truth, I ask my heart
Some truth must hide, to shadow flee
Or slay as a poisoned dart

A truth which must be guarded well
Though to be shouted loud it cries
Must be restrained and forced to dwell
Within a citadel of lies

A soaring fort of alabaster walls
Splendid turrets as disguise
Conceals pits beneath its gilded halls
Where love lies brutalized

Though we ache for all the world to see
To the heart, it matters naught
Two souls are not united by decree
Nor love with license bought

So truth must wait and a prisoner remain
In lonely cell, there to abide
Believe dreams of freedom are not in vain
That gates, one day, will open wide
Winston Churchill wrote "In wartime, truth is so precious that she should always be attended by a bodyguard of lies. " Just as in war, so it may be in love.
 Nov 2019
Crow
Are the leaves of autumn less glorious than spring
Does the sun shine less brightly past noon
Is night’s cloak less adorned or illumined
By the light of a full harvest moon

Has the sea lost its romance and mystery
Since man first beheld the shore
Have the stars in the heavens given up their fire
Do we long for their wonder no more

Is the game at its midpoint determined
Is intermission the end of the play
Is the vision of the sculptor truly revealed
In the unfinished half molded clay

Is a woman in full flower less alluring
Than a girl in the first bloom of life
Is the naïve young maiden more enticing
Than the woman who is mother and wife

No familiarity need not breed contempt
And beauty is not coupled to youth
For the woman who has lived, in all that she is
Reveals this magnificent truth
 Nov 2019
Crow
Oh my Love
Let us Lovingly Love
Our Lovely Love

And with our Lovingness
Our Lovicity will
Love the Love of Lovers

Love only Love
And the Love of Love
Loveraciously

With Loving Loveliness
And Lovitude Lovability Lovishness Lovaroni Loviquity

          Lovectomy

                  Lovelishment

                            Love……….

                                     Love……………...

                                             Love…………………………..

Where was I?
I sometimes suffer from what some consider an odd sense of humor
 Nov 2019
Crow
If you will take anything
Take only my heart
For poor as it is
I have nothing else of worth

If you speak
Speak to it gently
For it is ignorant of all things
Save love for you

If you journey
Carry it carefully
For it overflows
With need for you

If you wish to keep it
Forever it is yours
For it can never
Fit the hands of another

If you go
Do not return it
For I will have no need
Of an empty heart
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