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  Mar 2016 Musfiq us shaleheen
A Lopez
Some poets will
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  I
T
  E,
Just for the
F
A
M
E.
Having
To
Send
Requests,
For someone
To like their poem's
Again. They'll befriend,
And put on a smile,
While asking by inbox
'Can you share my poesía for a while'.
Yet poesía isn't inboxing
To get a quick like,
That's just new
Age poesía, sickening to my
Dislike, I understand if one
Wants to get known,
Though just send us your
poesía, other poet's who like it
Will surely make you known.
I will speak out
Against this invasion-------of the sending and begging
For the liking
For the gain of many's
Own self wanting ambitions.
I will no longer share
Anyone's writes
Who beg for me to share,
If one has to beg
poesía isn't your fair.
Noone else will speak out
So I will do dare.
Poesía, if we like
We'll click and we'll compare.
Poesía isn't sending a write
To every rhymester and
Imploring. Poesía shares itself
In the world of poetry
That's been mourning.
So please I ask kindly
No more entreating me with inboxed writes,
If others like, we will share
As we're together
In this fight.
I have seen noone speak out on this I don't hate anyone who does this though it happens to me alot and know it does with so many people, there are a few here that the only reason they do get a like, is by sending their poesìa to every man and woman here, and to be honest that isn't poesìa, it has nothing to do with trolling as many have sickeningly called me that, this has to do with poetry as a whole. In poesía if anyone studies old world poetry the will see the best poets who ever existed never considered themselves as poets, and never asked or wanted anyone to like their poems, they just wrote to their little hearts content. And people years later decided -hey- these speakers are amazing and made for the world of poesía, I have no issue sharing ones piece that isn't known, or wants to get themselves on their feet. Though to be honest, my inbox is filled with more than one person, many know who they are, that send us daily on a scheduled basis, the poems they create, and say please read, meaning you got to give it a like, as why many get the popular votes on hellopoetry, while the unknown artist starves and doesn't get one daily or even a view . let's stand up to this. Yet respect those doing it. And letting them know poesía isn't begging for a like, it's helping another out in this community by sharing.
Gracias

Quick note taken
If get unfollowed or unliked for stating facts, OK with me. I will still continue to like their writes, if I like their poems and choose to do so. If one doesn't like my poesía for this, I say oh well, and won't exchange hate for hate, but replace hate with love. And share others writes that deserve to be shared . even if they don't like mine. Every poet has their own preference. =D
Framed antique,
Exquisitely decorated,
Gentle caress from one ear lobe to another,
Magic in mine words,
Trembling lips speak in a flow,
Mine woeful queen,

Your eyes glisten,
Your skin pales,
Your arm scarred,
Bruised are your legs,
Through posterity are you remembered,
Is that all you say?

Nay honey,
Your milky white skin,
Red ****** lips,
And curves arouse mine heart to flutter,
Thou shalt cry and wail,
But mine love will never fail,

Infinite bits merge,
A cluster of clouds thunder,
Down falls the rain in such grace,
Thine silhouette dances past me,
Mine blood rushes through mine veins swiftly,
Such divinity in one soul,

This creature,
A heavenly monster,
Haunts me in mine dreams and addicts me in mine sleep,
Alluring me senselessly,
A very high dose of that twitch lifting from the corner of your lips,
I feel on top of the world wanting so bad to see this artistry,

Finally viewing such grandeur,
Oh mine fair maiden !
The glory of thine beauty paralyzes me,
My body surrenders in your warmth,
Stranded together,
My flesh radiates intimacy.
A Shakespeare inspired poem.
Be prepare things shall only get worst before they start to get better here on earth.
But we have unlimited strength that we can use here to overcome in hardships.
All that we need to do is believe, For the Spirit that dwells within each of us here.
Is the Spirit of the Living God whom has already saved us from so much already.
So trust in him , and cry out to him when you are feeling overwhelm here in this life.
He shall not only deliver you from these crisis, but he shall turn you into a overcomer.
Revealing himself through you in each of these trials and crisis that you go through.
Because in reality it is him not us that not only go through obstacles but overcome them.
For when we are weak , our God turn us into supermen and superwomen here.
~~
A task is moving within
Come and go
But mind is running with exception
Away grew anguish  
The departure turns to a Stone
The likeness of flowers
The sweet love
Moonlit wet night
Beyond everything
Brings a dark of departure

You and me, Our children
Harvest of happiness  
Going days move into the devour
Even that does not agree to
Abide by the truth
Beckoning of an old friend
His departure marks the memory
As if a few black hair within the gray hair

Promiscuous Evenings
Lonely, without any bore
when the certain wave touches
The sea shore
You must try to know
Perhaps subconsciously
What you had left behind
Maybe the losing days of
An unwanted dream
Maybe your first love
Losing a lifelong real friend
As if whose pains exist within
Your long sigh
Lost as the roaming smokes
Of Cigarettes
The rest is a deep wound in the lungs
As the Eclipse builds Cancer
~~
~~
Hidden truths proof the match
When the forms of moon seduced
Beautiful takes further inside
Catch the charms of the earth

Transforming the forms
Cracking in to another
Growing in to others
A form of meditation to move
The Sage to God,
Will be the poet of eternal span

Poems would be the forms of pictures
Be moved to the rhythm of
The waterfalls, rivers, seas-
Would be made of a ****** horizon
Thinking of man's divine desert

Where exists a timeless love,
An infinite light,
As if a celestial tension of stellar
Can take them away from
The center to endless

The known world,
The days whole games of yours and mine
Would be over
Could be broken down all days and nights
Off course be moved from the enchanted earth
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen
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