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The lamp on the tree
Hung low and free
Scattering light
Magical fireflies
In a golden bell jar

The pink sky
At sunset, painted fresh
And the beach, at a stretch
Wore a million silver stars

The tall and slender palms
flowery fronds
Stood in a dark grey shiny vase
Straight, some slightly bent

The olive green turtles
Took baby steps
As the blue waves
Crashed on the shore
Many things under the beautiful sky
The sun has miles to go
As it smiles in the wispy sky

The rains have paved way for winters
Morning mists, dewy flowers and leaves

My heart set
in the month of November

Lights up with the lit lamps and sky lanterns

Brings in the Festival of Lights
Special occasions and blessings
Pleasant evenings and celebrations


✨✨

There is not much to write
These days
My mind on an uninspired escape

The thoughts scarce and redundant
Disinterested words
Wander off for a sea-scape

Sure there is enough beauty in this world
Yet to be explored
Limited my imagination and views today
 Oct 2020 Major Rity
Aurora
I must admit:
I am unwilling to give
even a hint of consideration
to the thought of being anything,
anyone other than that brilliant,
briefly lit comet,
hurtling toward home.

It matters not
where I land,
or who takes pictures from the ground.

This is only a trip.
This is just a ride.
So fleeting, so fiery,
that you wouldn't want to pause to wonder
what you look like up there,
or else you might miss
the very things that make
your fires unforgettable
and your blast burn true.
 Oct 2020 Major Rity
her
pinned.
 Oct 2020 Major Rity
her
I am your favorite poets favorite rhyme.
He wants to speak me, just so he can feel my name echo in his mouth.
It rolls off the tip of his lips, in elegant loops,
I follow them into the air.
He kisses my curves and turns them into cursive,
And when I wind my body slow
He sings all my verses.
He speaks my language
When he speaks in tongue,
And when I’ve had enough
He doesn’t let me run.
I exist solely in verbs
I am what he does.

Ive came...
To be....
The...

Song that always gets stuck in his head..
Every time you hear him faintly hum,
it is me strumming his vocal chords gently.
I lay bare across his blank sheets
readily awaiting
the next time he is to rhyme me again.
Painting pictures with his voice
using my skin as his canvas.
Brown was never his favorite color
Until he kissed my lips,
And melted into me.
It was all he saw,
And all he tasted
I glide on the tip
Of the edge of his mind
I am your favorite poets
Favorite, ******* rhyme
soft, sweet, temptations
 Oct 2020 Major Rity
her
I think they want to keep it a secret

I don’t think they want you to know

that the
sun rises
and
sets in your soul

you are the light I have
always wanted
and the
warmth from the cold

the first time we met
you looked at me
and I swear
I saw the milky way
floating on your
iris
and I haven’t stopped
loving the sky ever since

they don’t want you to know
that God hid prophecies in your heart
I heard them once when
I laid on your chest

you make me want to write
scripture

they never wanted you to know
that evil trembles
with every step that
you take

you put one foot in front of the other
and it sounds like
our ancestors banging drums
made out of tree stumps

you were never supposed to know

that power is in your lips
everything you speak
is

you, are
the universe- love

can you not see it, when you look in the mirror?

I feel my earth shatter
when you question yourself
because they should have told you

that you are everything

capable of anything

and everything is you
for the one
 Oct 2020 Major Rity
KMarie
If I close my eyes
I see you staring back at me
You’re on my mind
Constantly
I can’t catch a break
The only thing at stake
Is my heart
It’s been torn apart
Time and again
You give me something
No one has given me before
And I have felt what it feels like
To lose it
Sometimes I feel like I should run
Hide from all these demons I have
Inside
That tell me so many lies
But when you’re not here
I realize
Just how much I miss you
And giving up is something
I would never do
I’d never dare lose you
Again
I just want to fall
Into you

          -kmarie
 Oct 2020 Major Rity
Shane
Through my window
Lies an old bark
Chopped away, used up
For flames long cold.

The rain is useless.
The sunshine a memory.
The damp black dirt
The only hope it knows.

Just roots remain
Sinking into Nothingness,
A pale faded oak
Turning grey and ******.
Cracked and wrinkled,
Scarred and blunt.

It doesn't move with the Wind
Or offer shelter and
Reprieve.
It just wants to rot away
Before tomorrow comes.

But each night,
This old bark stares
Back through my window...
Waiting with me.

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