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cypress Mar 2017
an itch in your shoulders
that you cannot scratch
you try to ignore it
but it demands
to be heard
Julie Grenness Mar 2017
Yes, it's International Women's Day,
Let's all celebrate our own day,
I didn't hear that, what did you say?
Oh, yes, I'm an f.....ing moll again,
Yes, in Oz, it's f....ing Molls' Day!
With our philosophies of molls,
Molls' non-participation protocols,
You know what great-grandma said?
"Bullies don't get!" get that in your head,
Yes, Molls' management rules, I say,
Let's celebrate International Women's Day,
Now in Oz, it's f.....ing Molls' day,
With a smile, of course, that's the way,
Smile, babes, this could be you one day!!!!
Feedback welcome.
She says I'm rude and ridiculous
She Says it ain't gonna work
So the emotion I'm livin in
Is love at its worst

I just wanna explode
I just wanna burst
I fail at this,
she seems so hurt

She says she's done
That she gave me time
It hits me like a gun
It's sour as lime

Nothing ever betters me
I bring back her worst memories
She's fed up with my presence
I'm not her lover, Just a peasant

She says I treat her like ****
We used to love and be close knit
I love when we talk and sit
Made her trust go to ****

She says 'For me you've done zip'
It's making my heart rip
I'm just watching her slip
My goal is to get a grip

Our daughter won't be the glue
But her heart will be affected
Her I don't want to confuse
Cuz it'll always be regretted

In my heart her spot is embedded
So I never want to say 'it ended'
I hope I can fix all this......
Àŧùl Feb 2017
Never failed
Neither at the studies
Nor at crushing his feelings.
My HP Poem #1422
©Atul Kaushal
Julie Grenness Jan 2017
I gaze at his famous painting,
A lily pond for reflecting,
His focus for serenity,
His gift of tranquillity,
So, thank you, Monet, for your legacy........
Feedback welcome.
Àŧùl Jan 2017
He licked the sole of your feet,

And you were holding his fleet,

While he did that,

How he then sat,

You will know your dog's fleet!
My first attempt at a limerick poem.

A limerick is a humorous poem consisting of five lines. The first, second, and fifth lines must have seven to ten syllables while rhyming and having the same verbal rhythm. The third and fourth lines only have to have five to seven syllables and have to rhyme with each other and have the same rhythm.

Fleet means naughtiness as well.

My HP Poem #1382
©Atul Kaushal
Olivia Kent Jan 2017
Bird flirting with death.
In a deadly dance on the train line.
Train coming.
Woo woo,
Fly past.
And I find myself musing towards immortal fantasy.
My imagination picks up images that no man shall ever see.
Precious images won't be the death of me, nor the tiny little bird,
Sweet,
Dicing with death on the line that's electric.
He'll live to see another day,
Wahey.
(c)LIVVI
Àŧùl Dec 2016
Come here to the rotating restaurant, my dear,
Let me take you to the Tokyo tower top floor,
You just be my Japanese doll.
Let me love you left, right & centre.
Just take care while you respond,
As you are the pretty doll,
You're gonna take my heart away.
My HP Poem #1358
©Atul Kaushal
Julie Grenness Dec 2016
We three Kings of Orient aren't,
Three queens, we travel from afar,
We arrived on time,
fed sheep and swine,
Delivered the afterbirth,
Cooked food, and then made Peace on Earth, Oh....
(Sing chorus),
Star of wonder, star of light,
Star of royal beauty bright,

We didn't get lost going home,
We didn't leave Mary all alone,
We swept the stable,
Gave her soup in a ladle,
After the afterbirth,
We then made Peace on Earth, Oh....
We three Kings of Orient aren't,
Really three Queens, we came from afar,
We arrived on time,
Fed sheep and swine,
Delivered the baby at the birth,
Then we made Peace on Earth...Oh...
(Sing chorus).....
Feedback welcome, bit of a giggle.
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