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  Mar 2016 Mfena Ortswen
Aztec Warrior
POEM 74
A Voice And Colors


did you know
there are colors
in her voice?
not just your normal hues,
but sequined shades
that hypnotize within your heart
as she speaks,
and you are pulled under a magical spell.
there are subtle shades
of reds, greens, yellows,
even blues
that as of yet
have no names
but shine like imagination.
they twinkle,
then shift
drawing you closer to listen
as she sings you
a siren’s enchanting poem.

and my heart starts beating.

Aztec Warrior 10.18.15
some explanation...  some, write about love with wonderful "imagination", an imaginary love, even if not directed to anyone in particular... this poem is a dedication to that wonderful imagination and imaginary love and to her voice that sings about it... hope you enjoy.
  Mar 2016 Mfena Ortswen
nivek
Happy the person who delights in others success
- they know the value of life
on a much higher plane than self,
their happiness is the fruit of their freedom.
A cool cloudburst from up high will cleanse this *****
metropolis ..Overfilling the gutters and storm sewers , the viaducts
and retaining ponds , filthy black tar streets , sidewalks crying for
upkeep ..
Rid this unkempt town of dreaded pollen and factory dust ,
stagnant pools of non-potable creek water , scrub the tarmac
at the city airport ..
Wash the 'Big rigs' , the trailers , the railheads , buses and the commuter locations . Shine her tall skyscrapers , her radio towers and her subway stations ..
Polish the walkways , the store fronts and the precious , park greenery ..
Refill the birdbaths , the fishing ponds and the vibrant lakeland scenery ..
Copyright March 27 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
  Mar 2016 Mfena Ortswen
A Lopez
An early waking
For today
Remembering christs
Stone rolled
Away.
We have hope
In the new
Next day
Forever living
Beyond the grave.
  Mar 2016 Mfena Ortswen
AK93
What do you see in the confines of that frame
Do you see a girl broken like the pane
She sees only the pieces molded by the pain
She looks into the glass and sees only the cracks
But what she fails to observe is the man at her back
She cannot sense that he loves despite what she lacks
Because as shattered as she feels he knows she is whole
And all that he wants is to show her he mirrors her soul
Because they are the same, separated only by the lines life has made
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