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From the green hill, blows downwards
a wind, gently titillating the languid trees
of this dense forest,the rustling of the leaves create,
an impromptu tune, proving they are taut strings,
yielding willingly to the sensual fingers of the wind.

Super moon,while raising, listens keenly awhile
as if she had never heard one like this before.
The wise silver owl, sitting on the high branch
keeping account  of every stroke of night,with an imaginary wand,
as the conductor, catches the emerging mood that seethes
within the million pieces of orchestra that gently merge,
get exhilarated, finds a pause to punctuate it with a timely hoot,
the moment freezes, falls in to the repository of time for keeps.
Counting boxcars as they hurdle down the tracks , one for every memory I can summon , one for every penny I've placed at this crossing for good luck ..
A copper token to insure good fortune , the wheels of a child's imagination set into motion ..
Walking the railway , dreaming of life as a " Hobo " , with my cane over my shoulder and a bag of apples tied to one end ...
Racing home at Dusk with the last glimmer of daylight at my feet , the five thirty special thunders through this small town again ..
Bound for points South , Montgomery or Mobile , breaking the quiet of night marching through corn , soybean and cotton field ...
The deafening sound of order and morning routine in sleepy Southern villages , a wake -up call for little boys with skinned up knees , ball caps and ***** britches ...
Copyright January 2 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
And sometimes I feel as if
you've spent so much time
loving others,
that you forgot the importance
of loving yourself.

All I want
is to be there for you
as you learn how to
put yourself back together,
piece by piece,

and I can only hope
you decide
to let me.

-k.w
 Jan 2016 pralay patra
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Colors
 Jan 2016 pralay patra
Tab
Yellow* was the color that brought us together
Orange was the color that made you glow
Red was the color of our love
Purple was the color you left on my skin
Blue was the color you made me feel
Black was the last color I ever saw
 Jan 2016 pralay patra
John Donne
For the first twenty years since yesterday
                  I scarce believed thou couldst be gone away;
            For forty more I fed on favors past,
               And forty on hopes that thou wouldst they might last.
                    Tears drowned one hundred, and sighs blew out two,
               A thousand, I did neither think nor do,
               Or not divide, all being one thought of you,
               Or in a thousand more forgot that too.
          Yet call not this long life, but think that I
               Am, by being dead, immortal. Can ghosts die?
ɩ.

Atɷp tɧҽ cɧɷcɷɭatҽ Hɩɭɭ'ى
I wɩɭt ɖɷtҽ tɧɷų ɩŋ ɖaɾɩŋɠ ѵҽŋtųɾҽ;
Oŋwaɾɖ tɷ aɖѵҽŋtųɾҽ'ى tɧɾɩɭɭ,
Maŋʏ tɾɩbҽى tɷ bҽ ɷųɾŋ ىpɭҽŋɖɷɾ.

ɩɩ.

Fɷɾtɧwaɾɖ ɷŋ, tɷ Nҽɠɾɩtɷ ɷʆ Lųʑɷŋ,
Fɷɾtɧɠɷŋҽ cɧaŋt'ى, ҽѵҽŋtɩɖҽ tɩɭ' ɖawŋ;
Capҽɾɩŋɠ tɧҽ bɭaʑҽ, ɭɩɠɧtɩŋɠ ųp tɧҽ caѵҽى,
Bʏ amɷųɾ' maŋى ɭɷىt tɷ bųɭɭҽt'ى, kŋɩѵҽى, bɷmb'ى.

ɩɩɩ.

Tɧɩtɧҽɾ tɧҽ Tҽɾɾa ʆɩɾma, ɷʆ tɧҽ Atɩ,
Mҽ aŋɖ mɩŋҽ Jaŋҽ, ىɧaɭt cɷŋɟɷɩŋ ɩŋ ɖҽىtɩŋҽɖ ɠɾaɩŋ'ى,
Iŋ ىpҽctacųɭaɾ wɩىɖɷm, arтerιeѕ connecтιng;
Wrappιng wιтн veιn'ѕ.

ɩѵ.

Oŋtɷ tɧʏ wɩŋɠ'ى I ɧɷɭɖҽtɧ,
Takɩŋɠ ɷʆʆ ɭɩkҽ cɧaɾɩɷt pɭaŋҽ'ى;
Oŋtɷ tɧҽ pҽɷpɭҽ ɷʆ tɧҽ Baɟaų,
Fɩىɧɩŋɠ ىҽa'ى ɷʆ ɠɾҽҽŋ amaʑҽ.

ѵ.

Back ɷŋ tɷ ɷųɾŋ abɷɖҽ, wɧҽɾҽɩŋ tɧҽ caŋɖɭҽ'ى ŋҽѵҽɾ ɖɩҽtɧ,
Tɧҽ wɩck aɭwaʏى wɩɭt ɠɭɷwҽtɧ, aŋɖ ɷųɾ ɭɩɠɧt'ى ҽaىʏ tɷ ʆɩŋɖҽtɧ,
Bҽcaųىҽ ɷʆ ɷųɾn ىɷųɭ'ى tɾaѵҽɭɩŋɠ, tɧɾɷųɠɧɷųt ҽaɾtɧ aŋɖ bҽtwɩҳt ىpacҽ; wҽ wҽɾҽ bɷɾŋ ɩŋىɩɖҽ tɧҽ ɧҽaѵҽŋ'ى, tɩmҽ tɧҽɾҽ Iى a ɖɩىɠɾacҽ. Iŋ tɧҽ cҽɭҽىtɩaɭ tɧҽɾҽ ɩى ŋɷŋҽ ɾacҽ, ɷɾ ɖɩىcɷŋŋҽctɩɷŋ bҽtwҽҽŋ ɧҽɾ ɖaɾk aŋɖ mɩŋҽ paɭҽ ىkɩŋ, wҽɾҽ ųŋkŋɷwŋ ɭɷѵҽɾ'ى tɷ ɧųmaŋɩtʏ, wҽ bɾɩŋɠҽtɧ pɷҽtɾʏ tɷ ɭҽt tɧɷų ɩŋ.
i.

Atop the chocolate Hill's
I wilt dote thou in daring venture;
Onward to adventure's thrill,
Many tribe's to be ourn splendor.

ii.

Forthward on, to the Negrito of Luzon,
Forthgone chant's, eventide til' dawn;
Capering the blaze, lighting up the cave's,
By amour' man's lost to bullet's, knives, bomb's.

iii.

Thither the Terra firma, of the Ati,
Me and mine Jane, shalt conjoin in destined grains,
In spectacular wisdom, arteries connecting;
Wrapping with vein's.

iv.

Onto thy wing's I holdeth,
Taking off like chariot plane's;
Onto the people of the Bajau,
Fishing sea's of green amaze.

ѵ.

Back on to ourn abode, wherein the candle's never dieth, the wick always gloweth, and our light's easy to findeth, because of ourn soul's traveling, throughout earth and betwixt space; we were born inside the heaven's, time there is a disgrace. In the celestial there is none race, or disconnection between her dark and mine pale skin, were unknown lover's to humanity, we bringeth poetry to let thou in.

Chocolate hills are beautifully created Hill's in Philippines that do have a chocolate tint to them! Very beautifully made! Look like big mole hills,
Dote means- cherish adore or embrace.
Forthward in old form means- forward.
Eventide means evening old form.
Capering or caper means dance.
Ati is an ancient tribe in Philippine's.
The people of bajau in poem are another ancient tribe in Philippine's.
Betwixt means - between in archaic form.
When I use the line " time there is a disgrace, meaning Its a disgrace in heaven, because all death accounts people say the same thing, heaven has no time! Time doesn't exist there. As there's no worrying of times nor hours. All said by thousands of people of same matching accounts. And thousands more of accounts surely not written.

The poetry is about me and Jane traveling to all beautiful tribal places in Philippine's, though these are only a select few tribes from Philippines as there are hundreds more tribes that have dissapeared from being killed or displaced like natives in the USA, disgustingly. Or also many tribes still surviving I didn't mention. Story's of me and Jane traveling seeing tons of tribal people's! Seeing the landscapes of her land... Then going back home after learning so much of each other, and the world around us, and learning of gods great creations and creation of man...so after all the traveling me and Jane go home having learned more of another and enjoyed a journey and go home to embrace another.... The last line states " were unknown lover's to humanity, we bringeth or bring poetry to let thou meaning let you in. Meaning me and Jane are from the heavens, from god, as we came back again as god brought us back as soulmates, and writing poetry not just for another on HP. And poetry period. But Also writing poems to show others an example of true love from god! Enjoy...
~~
This afternoon wears the dark Shirt
After demonstration of the moon,
End of the waiting of pied crested cuckoo,
I did not end

A little bits of interval,
Blinking the distant Stars
My friend could count,
very romantic,
In me cast the shadow

Her beloved lives outdoors,
All the apartments of the mind has rented
Taken from the first floor up to twelve
I did not

I saw the race of cars on the street,
Standing at corner of the roof
When hunger the fingernails,
Subconsciously
Playing an illusion of gravity

This time the drone of insects,
Occasionally shout of bull frog
In fresh water of the rainy season,
Breeding multiply
Nature of the Nature

Cut off the yarn, the kite ran out of the sky
In the Kans forest,
The shadows of white clouds,
very Absurdly,
I could not even catch you  

In the body of mind,
Emptiness came home
Lost days song come up from the deep sea
In the silence the sound of sighs

Sleepless night as the rhythm of the strange poem
While the star drops in front of a traveler
Even though when my time has gone
Still could not understand the unknown poetry
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen
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