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We are all poets
In the same boat
The reason we write
Just to stay afloat
There's no other reason
Of that I know
For us as poets
To stay afloat

So draw the anchor
Hoist the sail
We'll all rhyme our way
Clear outta here
Sailing the pantoum oceans
With the sonnet seas
Casting our lot
In the poetic breeze

Steering riddling rudders
Across verses in waves
Until the very last day
We're made to walk the plank
As we are all poets
In the same boat
Trying our best
Just to stay afloat
 Mar 2016 Marieta Maglas
N Paul
Will we meet in shady groves;
Upon a hill? Perhaps in morning.
In hidden vines of deepest green… Does day break?
We spool in canopies as the world beyond awakes;
Cocoons of fragrant freshness. So here I sit and of you I wish.

Will we meet in times of woe;
Under streets beveiled? Perhaps in mourning.
The well-worn cobbles ache terribly, my dear, let us go inside
A yellow cigarette crushed against the glass; I burn for tenderness and see
It in your eye. So there you sway and beneath you I lay.

Will your face be one I know;
Past veils of spidersilk? Perhaps, my darling.
This well-worn world aches terribly, let us make our own
From shady grove to comforts home; an empire on the hill.
Lifetime passes in an eyeblink. So with you I hide
Til our tender world’s first sunrise.
 Oct 2015 Marieta Maglas
Pax

I took a pass on how risky love was,
and take the easy road
that was laid upon me...

Then I realize
i miss some chances
on happiness
just to
shape-up a future
that will always be uncertain...

Sometimes I think I made the wrong choices, just to made myself better, ready and stable to someone, only to end up being afraid to love someone, afraid that I might not be good enough, afraid if someone see my flaws they will just leave me heartbroken. Now I am just used to being alone, not wanting to take charge on love, thinking that it is not really meant for me, or nobody would...
My family and friends wanted to hear the story of how I knew she was the one
How after decades of solitude I realized my heart was strung
And calmly surrendered my freedom, something I treasured
To be tightly chained to the manacles of her affection and to her care be tethered
Their anxious faces like football fans awaiting their team's glory
Betrayed the thirst that made them yearn for the wine of my love story
But when I started the story, I didn't simply skip to the end
Standing on the altar facing my samaritan, my Angel friend
I told them how it all started, by the birth of an innocent
In hard times when the parents hadn't a single cent
I told them the whole **** boring story with an intent
Of letting them realize finding the one isn't a single night's event
But a lifetime commitment of trials and temptations
Of broken dreams, nightmares and hallucinations
I wanted to tell them that a life story isn't about pen and imagination
For finding that one true person is a race of close contention
I told them about the many who came along and left
Leaving me in the mire of melancholy and despair
Trying to fix the shards of my shattered heart and have it kept
I told them of how I had to breathe even after losing those who were my air
I also confessed the fact that the one showed up after my surrender
And re-ignited a love life that was just a rotten ember
Dumped in the jungle of my past amongst the many termites of break ups
Break ups more exasperating than endless hicups
Yet when I met her it was as obvious as obvious
That because heaven had lost an Angel it was less joyous
I revealed the struggle for words and inadequate air in my lungs
The trembling hallo that feared it might receive a goodbye
They heard the whole **** story till the point we locked tongues
Where I thought it would end but surprisingly it hadn't
I was filled with pessimism and anticipation for an end that wasn't
Instead of running away all she did was draw me closer to her soul
Saying suffocating me with passion was her only goal
Much as it took me long trusting a person, at hallo I trusted her with my heart
Not because I knew she would lead me to joy but because she was worth any hurt
She was the fitting piece of the puzzle right from the start
Someone who only cherished me the more she saw my dirt
And ensured that every time she bathed me in her cuddle
She cast the light of satisfaction upon my shadow
I admitted she wasn't the real dream I always wanted
But at least she freed me from nightmares that had me haunted
I would have said much much and much more
Like how I never believed I'd find someone to adore
But I discovered there's something I loathe more than a hicup
And that is because before I could finish my story I woke up
My relation with her
inhabits a silent space,

you don't need to talk much
below the ocean's surface,

it's like a rest after your work is done
an earned breather after a long run.

Now it's holding hands and swimming together
having seen all the weather.
I don't have any emotions anymore
Sometimes, I don’t know if I’m having a feeling
Or I am dreaming, while I am awake?

Some might think that my mind
is exploring my emotions
while looking for happiness,

So I decided to bake a melodrama cake
Nope! I meant mel-o-cream butter pound cake
The ingredient is my path to getting my feelings back
Egg, butter, flour, sugar, raisins,
baking powder and a little milk
I just want to transfer my feeling,
with some logical thinking..


  Somewhere, deep within a non stanzaic,
and syllabic poem forms by the minute
It’s going to trend like this cake,
which is going to be bake with love

Poetry is everywhere,
creaming my butter and sugar is poetic
because butter and sugar never stick together. It also
reminds me of Nana’s golden brown patties, tasty and spicy
Adding the eggs, nutmeg, baking powder, brings out the
natural female traits in this Island girl,
without my empowering dreads

The raisins and the baking powder remind me of
The Rise of Radical African American Activism,
And all that rises, rise in due degree
so poetry is everywhere
it's  in everything we say and do.
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