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Bolaji Temilola May 2021

You are a Purest Angel
From heaven above
And I've fallen in love with you
And your soft gentle kiss
And a warm touch
Makes my heart skip

A beat feeling true love
As I hold you in my arms
And listen to you beat inside
In my heart,
We share a magical
Moment of true love
Coming true

And this love is so beautiful
Divinely made
Supernaturally supported
And every day my heart will
Beat for you.

My eyes only see you
My mouth only
Calls your name
And my heart only
Beats for you
And my body only
Answers to you.
Because I love you!

But I can't love you
For you need to love yourself first
You need to allow true love in your heart.

Is not going to allow forgiveness.
Which is making one to offend himself

I can't be with you until you are completely healed.
Until you give yourself the chance let the past be
Until you are totally healed and allow true happiness to enter your heart
Until you fight and win the giant Called FEAR

Until after you really realized I suit to take part of your full joy.
Because I can't complete you I can only complement you.

So ground yourself my beloved.
Follow your heart desires,
Learnt to leave the past behind.
This will help to give you clarity because it will hinder you to move to the future
Learn to be in the moment so as to follow your heart desires.
Know the God and the Angels are supporting you
Only you need to let the past be and live in the present

As you are entering a new year of your life tomorrow,
I wish you all your TRUE HEART DESIRES
A new year of soul Alignment
A new year of full joy
A new year of abundance of money,wealth, connection and sound Health

Happy birthday to you my love in advance.

My wishes for you on your new year
Akira Chinen Apr 2019
a poet sits in a corner
mind adrift floating some eons away
nether here nor there
but somewhere in between
yesterday and tomorrow and today

a reflection escaped from a mirror
a voice without a mouth
an ocean trapped in a tear
a story told over and over again
in a forest where every tree growing
makes its own sound

death is a mystery woven
into the fabric of life
grief is the thread
to which we use to mend our hearts
tragedy is the sacrificial lamb
to the alter where we will find
our laughter again

and love...

love is a sweater in the lost and found
waiting to be worn by anyone
in need of warmth
knitted from the softest yarn
from the generosity of kindness

love is row of crooked deciduous teeth
in a fresh bright smile
not yet ready to be traded
for quarters and trinkets
all giggles and sugar
in the innocence of youth
the magic of children

love is adrift
a vibration
connecting every heart
from this corner to that drugstore
from the gas station
to the solemn park bench
both here and there
anywhere and everywhere
looped through yesterday
  and tomorrow and today
Ottar Apr 2016
Her eyes matched her hair, and she watched me sit down there, at a small table.
There were two black tables small, with four chairs each, her eyes shut, she slept.
Her phone at her elbow, tension, burdened ****** features, i prayed.

I left her, I walked out, found a man bent over, a humble posture
At peace, bent head covered, his tobacco stained fingers laced, prayerfully.
He was a blue jean Jesus, beard bore the same stains as his rough hewn hands.

I passed by briskly and did not look him in the eye, walked down the street.
The blonde pole dancer next caught my eye, she wore short shorts that bared her thigh.
Her habit called, the street she knew, "No Fear, Little Sleep, and Need of Prayer"
seventeen - syllables and Long Lines
Ottar Apr 2015
the sky
cloud smears remain

in bunches
white and bright

ones broken
no flying dared

strong births
and weddings still

parked lives
in garages safe...

places need
earth shaking change

flightless broken
wings ill repaired

turns out
a 2015 sequel

both, streets
filled, with rubble.

an Earthquake,
other Equality troubles.
hay(na)ku   - first time trying, two topics, too big,  
one word
two words
three words.
For the people of Nepal, and all its cities who have had their lives chaotically altered.
For the people of Baltimore, peace will bring peace, but what will
bring equality.
Nepal has a bird as its National Animal
and as for Baltimore, Orioles, Ravens.....etc

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