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Many and
Many years later
My Poetry books
That I had lost
From the middle of the bookshelf
Within Thousands of many other books
Where I have found
 
Utterly Unknown
Some Pages
Yellow
Pale
Is very difficult to read
Yet quietly reading
I read with a lot of the force
Crawling.
As a Small child walking
Many years later,
Understand
Know
Become that Strange Poem

The Poem
Showed me Dreams
Told me to Love
Strikingly,
Bought all the Colors of my Canvas
Drawn your Images
That happened,
Many and
Many years before
In my Heart and the Soul

Then
You and I
Grew as a highly Sophisticated
Metaphor,
In an extreme
Cohesion,
Nice One

My Heart put on your Heart
In a Romantic Tune
Bode on a Small Boat
Toward a Tough Sea,
That happened,
Many and
Many years before
In the Song of the Sea

Then
Sudden Sea Storm Came
Made Substantially Vortex water
We Drowned
Lost you
That also happened
Many and
Many years before
In this Sea and my Soul

Today I have found you again
In a Sprung Dream
As I lost you
Many and
Many years before
As if I'm standing
On the Shore of the Sea
You as a form of Sea Angel
Come forward to me-
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@Musfiq us shaleheen

This Poem composed on Mothers Day is hereby dedicated to All Mom's and their precious daughters throughout the entire World in every land, nation, city, village & country whom are so blessed in this Garden of Eden that we call the Planet Earth... My Humble Gift of Joy and respect to All Women Everywhere who Embrace thy Garden and Cherish thy Daughter...

There is a secret garden most men will never find, It belongs to a special flower-girl, a life-long friend of mine

She is so fragrant and colorful in the sun, for me new life has now just begun

The rare and sacred lovely flower is to give all mankind new hope and power when she blooms in the spring time air

With so much tender we must take great care; enjoy her pedals of aroma, the butterflies are jealous of my choice; Yea, they have no voice

Momma's girl is a prized beauty, for she is a divine flower of the wind, She is a song of love for all to behold, take but only a picture as she unfolds

For she is love itself in the garden of mystery and enchanting dream, We are her means to serve her well, oh how we love her smell of perfume and scent so lovely like sweet peppermint

She has been growing wild and is full of wondrous style, She exists only for a man who can make her happy and freely smile

Momma is there to give her water, the mother must always love her daughter, My hope is to forever see her and be good enough to be near her and... watch her grow, watch her grow

For in this secret garden that most men will never find... I shall take my time... love takes time

I will share with thy special flower-girl this eternal friend of mine or until the Sun doth no longer shine

God allows only the best to deserve this magic that does exist in her secret garden, She has shown me her mamma's lovely place, to others I must now beg my pardon

Moms special flower-girl, is beyond lovely so mom please allow me in to see your garden-flower each and every day, night and hour to watch her grow, watch her grow...

(c) 2009 d. clare

Written on Mothers Day Bangkok Thailand 2009 all rights reserved Contact Info: LetsCreateSuccess@gmail.com
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Little bear* eyes OPEN
Little bear everything SEEN
Little bear held so TIGHT
Little bear keeping me SAFE
Little bear my only FRIEND
Little bear shares BRUISES
Little bear held up PROTECT
Little bear thrown ASIDE
Little bear  "HELP ME"
Little bear witnesses TEARS
Little bear sees EVERYTHING
Little bear now buried with ME
Little bear I wish you could have *helped me.