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The silver moon
Alone
With the southern wind

The papers of poetry,
Songs
Wandering with thousands
of unspoken words,
Stanza

Resonance in the sky,
In the wind and mind
but grew pollination in the pen and the poetry

This glorious night
The poet
Very lonely
With the mystic brightness of light
Only speaks the antiquity
...
@Musfiq us shaleheen
Hi! My name is poetic and I'm poetical,
I shine with the pen and I always get lethal.
Don't be stunned when my poetry's jab
Causes plague and blinds you with a flap!

My speech is rooted in truth
And my words are anchored by oath.
The metaphor speaks for itself
And the simile becomes my wealth.

I am a poet,you don't seem to know it!
I don't think twice,I just blow it!
The poem that you've just read today
Was taken raw from the shelf by the way.

I was a broken puzzle
And now with these words as I addazzle,
I can say poetry brought it all together
And made mild conditions of the weather.

Don't hate,I speak my mind,
And regret after the words are combined
To infiltrate your soul and propagate
A well refined feeling of weight!

Half the words I orchestrate the meaning,
The other half I display with grinning.
What matters is that I planted the seed
And you nurture it well as you read!
This poem was posted on my fb wall and many other fb groups,so some of you might have read it.

After being invited here,with this account,I noticed the account I made that was accepted,I had registered with this poem and an invalid email. So after cancelling that account,I figured I should share the poem.hope you enjoyed your read.

(Check out this poem and others on my facebook page 'Plotting Out The Words'.)
 Dec 2016 Mark Lecuona
Ramin Ara
Poetry is
An echo
Asking a shadow
To  dance
My teenage guitar playing was a caterwauling wildcat in a feedback induced search for the cackling daemon Raum
Dad never made me turn it down* ...
Scarlet shapes have found their resting place
among brunette , dew shined parcels
Golden rays speckle broomsage runways
through White Pine sentries
Country homes are entertaining with family
and chimney fires , wine and memories
Spice and sweet tea , pecan pie and dressing
Babes patter wooden floors , hearths crackle
Seasoned oak gently fills a candlelit banquet
A moment to gather and be thankful* ...
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