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Look at my branches,
full of blossoms of comfy
respite for bleary bones beneath!

Look at my showers
that descend in driblets on the dry
grass and palms praying to providence!

Look at my pious light
that lits the pathways around
where walkers walk on nocturnal errand!

Look at me,
I am present on the earth;
dare to see me and keep to spread me!
A poem a day may not keep the doctor away, but it may keep the Psychiatrist at bay
Writing is very therapeutic and so is reading poems at least for me!
It's a clouds pang
So deep dark night
Street dogs are barking
My solo pains are wounding
I am walking alone in the dark horizon
And my moon is sleeping soundly
Without living mine

@ Musfiq us shaleheen
without living mine, my moon is sleeping...
I never believed in fairy tales
Maybe I should
everybody ends up happily ever after

What about now
What about, if you made me all that I was meant to be
Can we see beyond the scars
What about love
what about if it never went away

You were my favorite mistake
you might say you love me,
but you don't love me like you say
second chances,they don't ever matter,
people never change

Your tears turned into rage
us,was a beautiful struggle
sufferings,never got us through the tough
a woman once told me;
your Judas
One day, you will open your eyes and the fairy tale disappears.
i would live on a place
where all the roads are water
and i would be a paddle
peddler of wares
that come from the sea

i would trade in fresh
water a commodity
and take with friends
galanal tea

i would be busy
as could be, by day
and at night sleep
in the shade of a
tottentot tree
it's perfume
would be
a balm to me

that is what
i want to be
on days  i don't
want to be me
just daydraming...instead of
looking at budgets....
ah; such a simple reality
life in a pond
small magnitudes
at work

all those minute lives
living large and long
in an enlarged puddle.

oblivious,
to the immensity
of the beyond


inception to deriliction
and the decay that
nourishes after
the whole cycle
in the same watery place

i so think that there is
something, quiet wonderful
in that...
I took a walk within the woods,
A creek I had to cross.
The water was flowing swiftly,
I did not see the moss.

Before that moss I ever saw,
I took an awful crash.
The waters were so very cold,
As soaked when I did splash!

I cannot swim but the water
Was shallow at the time.
I slid again and fell back in,
Upon some algae slime.

The folks that walked behind just laughed
And I got mad wit 'em.
I wish they could fall in that creek,
Then I would laugh at 'em.

My teeth they chattered so fiercely
I thought I break a few;
The last creek that I had to cross
I fell in they did too!

{ Weasel }
Thank you for reading!
Poem 19
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This cool riverside
Is so nice to relax by
Birds sing pleasantly.

{ Weasel }
This is true, for me at least.
Thank you for reading!
Poem 20
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