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He said my eyes were intense;
He said I scared him...
But I know they are intense.
I know that I'm fierce.
They do follow you,
they look intense at you
like a Monalisa stare,
throwing hot insence
and daggers into your chest.
They make you reach, hold your breath,
pause and sight.
I have seeing it well...
But why do you fear my eyer.
Maybe because my glanze can read your soul
and turn you into a better man.
I feel you in the wind
wrapping around me
like blankets your mother made
yet you are ever intangible.

I see you in light
filtering through leaves
that spread upon branches
like veins of the sky.

I hear you in songs and tales
written of others.
Deeds both great and terrible
They speak to me
knowing that I would
one day weep with a smile.

These are things
unceasing and present
yet I am glad to keep you with me
Through these mediums
I know there is no death.
 Oct 2014 MalaiDaisies
Queen
I love to keep you hidden away from the world,
all to myself where no one
else can steal you away from me.
call me MISS dominating,  bossy, controlling,
but I can't help feeling the way I feel,
when your no longer in my sight.
my mind goes crazy,
can you blame me for being in love?
with a man whose heart I've placed in my trust?
as simple as these words are "I love you" to you,
they truly mean a lot to me,
that's why I could never leave you,
nor leave your side.
 Oct 2014 MalaiDaisies
Tryst
"Why Mr Holmes! Come quick! The vicar's dead!"
"Dearest Lestrade! Another killer lost?"
"The Reverend Green alas was killed in bed,
The frightened Mrs White mirrors a ghost!

Mrs Peacock is in quite a shock,
The Colonel Mustard is attending her;
Motive remains unclear, although the clock
Was stopped at six, when Mr Black was here

He burned the mail, perhaps it held a clue,
The man then ran, and no weapon was found;
Miss Scarlet who was sleeping, slept right through;
Such a tough case, so care to stake a pound?"

"Lestrade! To take your cash would be a crime!
One wonders why the clock stopped at that time!"
Who murdered poor Reverend Green, why and how?

CLUE: the solution contains 15 words.

CLUE:
    “I say old chap, those kids in Baker Street
    They’re running and a skipping: SHOO AWAY!”
    “Dear Dr. Watson, rest your weary feet!
    Perhaps you’ll learn something from childish play!”

First published 15th October 2014, 16:15 AEST.
 Oct 2014 MalaiDaisies
Queen
it's amazing how many human beings,
never take a moment to watch the sun rising,
clouds dispersing,
birds singing sweet melodies,
awakening many other creatures.
we fail to take such moments to thought
or heart,
and to thank our creator for placing it there for our sight,
our wonder.
Offer your words
At the altar of poetry
See the words blossom
Into fragrant flowers
Aroma of the soul
In the poems
Someone* my body does need
Simply to touch, hold and to kiss
So here's what I'm thinking
Love me now, before my mind is mist

Someone my poetry does need
Simply to spell, write and to rhyme
So here's what I'm thinking
Love me now, before my pen runs dry

Someone my heart does need
Simply to love, respect and to cherish
So here's what I'm thinking
Love me now, before my soul does perish
 Oct 2014 MalaiDaisies
Dr Strange
Hey babygirl
I just wanted to apologize for the other night
I was being a ****
You see I can't imagine a world without you,
But at the same time I can't stop you from following your dreams
Yeah I know we're just friends
Speaking of friends, there is something I been meaning to tell you
I been thinking about the future
What it will be like, ya know, that kind of stuff
I would really like for you to be in it
We've known each other for sometime now,
And I have had a lot of fun wasting my life with you
Well wasting isn't the right word for it
More along the lines of spending time with the most beautiful girl in the world
No haha, the most beautiful girl in the universe
Looking into your eyes is like seeing the earth from space
It's amazing would leave anyone speechless
I guess what I'm trying to say is...
Can I be your guy, and you my girl
Work in progress. Need your opinion
I'm a writer.
I pick up my pen
I'm playing again  
And my world is just a packet of words.
That packet is an envelope.
Stuck it in the letterbox.
A letterbox full of magic tricks.
(C) Livvi
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