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Karijinbba Jul 2018
The night under the mirror
went through a revolving door.
~~~~
Eventually I did put a face
to  your loving cues your emails
It had been so long since your destiny had asked you my King
to marry her
that hunting jealous day that began much earlier under a 1975 degree celcious and did burn us to a crisp
Nothing would have given me more assurance more pleasure  such a gracious challenge to a  mysterious
proposition to dig my heart
for the final blow
one queen for his other
prior queen bee me
Karijinbba
and a winner I would have been
all night with my King
under the mirror!
to obliterate her wedding band
from his hand
how loving of you cupid of mine
always digging at my heart
for my heart of gold
then came cause and effect of karma blowing up our plans
another King Brad appeared with roses and diamond ring
in hand he had no mask just an hidden agenda
he took my children to his Mom
to make his other queenjealous and I took the bate
for just one hour both my King and Brad
had chosen he same photo E-mailed among several
to both single men seeking bride at Kiss com.
my lovely picture was the same summer dress I wore with the king I loved
as someone something from above and beyond
mirrored the scene in my life a kind of cause and effect
it showed my
old beloved a simple approach to a woman's heart
and me that the woman he married giving her a diamond ring taking her and son to his Mom was more to make
me jealous too fight for his love
an invisible revolving door had opened up
both to win my lover back
or to lose both Knights
fate life karma G**
had bid the greatest game
of love and twin souls
remained split bleeding
both men found a way to another
woman playing their game  

I was sent to worship my Lord Jesus Christ mocking me
beware of Karma
or THINK and get rich and happy
to catch a true king FOCUS
don't take bates, don't settle for new when the heart is taken 
by a true love not followed.

My king was found by his mate
and I returned Brads diamond
lesson played leasson learned

Then came the clock ticking
tax collector King Mr Time
he took my hand
paper INK and pen
to script a new
poem
its Winter he said,
HOW DO YOU
WANT ME TO KISS YOU?
and a new revolving door
appeared here at H.P.
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By: Karijinbba
Copy Rights
ASG/BBA -revised 6/2020.
How do you think a and how do we feel about the one we truly love a nail can't take another out its the heart that will break and the loss is an unsurmountable abyss beware open your eyes FOCUS one single thought two hearts that beat as one cannot distract nor settle and never take a new lover if our heart loves another
Arcassin B May 2018
By Arcassin Burnham


I'm saving myself , I'm saving myself for a new day,
The time flies by so fast its like I don't even wanna stay,
you say things , it makes sense , in this life , you better hit em' with the price you pay,
the world and the people in it will run over you better use your words today,
sometimes love and hate comes in one or the other.
we fight for the free with your sisters and brothers.
From your mother, your daddy , your grandma , your lover.
this is what it takes just to fight for the future.

But I digress,
And for all the people with so much stress,
I should know this first hand cause I'm 20,
Put in check,
But please be the one with the good mind set,
your too smart to be obsessing over money,
or the fly cars and the jewelry,
or the honeys,
its not given to you like a gift from God that thinks that every
brother deserves those things,
should be worried about the right things,
should be worried about the wedding rings,
shouldn't about the hateful and mean things your peers would bring.
But me , I always stay the same,
If you could recreate your world then there is no more pain.

I think we just need air.
i think we just need air.

If I call will you ever get the phone?
will the wars start to tear apart our home?
will I be the one to die all alone?
Or maybe I just like being on my own, i just need..

If I call will you ever get the phone?
will the wars start to tear apart our home?
will I be the one to die all alone?

Or maybe I just like being on my own, i just need..
©abpoetry2018


http://abpvalley.blogspot.com/2018/05/no-guns-in-valley-lp.html
Nakakapagod ng maghintay,
Ilang linggo na rin ang nakaraan,
Pero lagi kong sinasanay
Ang puso ko sa’yo.
Iniisip na lang ang mga “baka”
Ang  listahan ng bakang...
Na baka may iba ka na
Baka naipagpalit na ako
Baka nagbago ka na
Baka kinalimutan mo na ako,
At higit sa lahat, baka nasanay ka na
nawala ako.
Baka ganito lang talaga ang ating wakas.
Kasi nasanay na ako sa mga ganitong bagay,
Kahit naman tawa at ngiti ang gusto **** iaalay,
Luha ang makikita **** dumadaloy sa aking pisngi,
Na minsa’y natago ko pa sa mga ngiti.
Gusto mo akong maiwan sa tabi mo,
Kung sa puso mo’y ako’y naging isang multo.
Gusto mo akong maiwan sa tabi mo,
Pero palayo lang tayo ng palayo,
Gusto mo akong maiwan sa tabi mo,
Pero nasaan na ikaw? Nasaan na ako?
Nasaan na nga ba ang oras ng “tayo”?
Gusto mo akong maiwan sa tabi mo,
Pero wala kang ginagawa para tumabi pa ako sa’yo.
Nasaan ba ang hustisya ng aking salitang may halaga?
Na sa oras kung magbigay ka sa akin ay wala?
A ‘yan na, sa sikat ng araw ng Abril,
Nagtatapos na ang buwan, nasaan ka ba?
Eto na naman ang ating mga mata,
Hindi na naman tayo magkikita.
Pinagkakaabalahan natin at hinihintay,
O baka ako lang. Ako lang.
Nawawala na ang mga dating salita na,
“Mahal na mahal kita,
At miss na miss na kita.”
Kasi oo, nasanay ka na,
At iniisip mo na,
Nasanay na rin ako.
Kung minsanang sabihin mo ito,
Nagdududa na rin ako kasi nasanay ka na.
Tunay nga ba na mahal mo ako?
Tayo nga ba? O baka pangalan lang ito.
"Us with benefits"? Bagong parirala ba ito?
Tunay nga ba na ako ang iyong hinahanap?
Na minsa’y wala ka sa aking tabi,
Umiiyak na ako, nagwawala na,
Mas pinili mo pang iligtas ang iba.
Sinasabi mo sa akin na,
“Alagaan mo ang sarili mo lagi ah.”
Pero ano nga ba talaga ang sinasabi mo?
Ikaw pa lang ang nagsabi sa akin na
Mabuhay na wala ka. Masakit, hindi ba?
Pero, hindi na ako  magdedepende lagi sa'yo.
Natutunan ko na ang aking pagkakamali.
Nasaan ka ba noong kailangan kita?
Nasaan ang oras nating dalawa?
Hinahanap kita, mahal kong multo.
Patay na nga ba? Saan ang libingan?
O baka hinahanap-hanap kung saan-saan,
Kasi alam ko buhay pa ito. Naniniwala ako.
Minsa’y umiyak sa mga gabi,
Hanggang sa hindi na. Hindi na.
Hindi ko nang ginusto na makita,
Ang mga litrato mo sa akin..
Kasi namimiss lang talaga kita.
‘di ko mabitawan ang aking nadarama,
Kasi malulunod ako sa isipan at luha,
Kahit ano pa mangyari, hindi kita bibitawan.
Hindi bibitawan ng basta-basta.
Heto na naman, minumulto ako.
Nasaan ka? Naririnig ko ang aking puso.
Kung wala ka lagi sa aking tabi.
Multo lamang ang kasama ko,
Ang multo mo sa aking puso.
(informal Tagalog poem)
Mark Wanless Apr 2018
Haiku 4

pondering a cause
without a defined effect
there is no choice here
Mark Wanless Apr 2018
"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend XXIII "

You theme you are the only one and crap
A conscious **** excreting mindflex mobile
Bone bag commercially impregnated
With a semblance of life called existence
Firmly pegged in this moments suffering
Or relief of suffering called happiness
By most swimmers in the we turbulent
Through cause and calmed through cause to each their own
Journey a needless needful thing of our
Humanity etcetera moving
So we must go no where or now here to
Be the undiscovered country glowing
Light forms solidifying matter forms
Melting cyclic wonderment of what's this
Mark Wanless Apr 2018
"You've Got"

You've got personality
Quick! spit it out! its a piece of
Assiduous construction most randomly evolved
For most of us the winds
Society and family billow the i
Flapping noise we think is voluntary
Why else do we do it? AVALANCHE!!!
Answers pouring down from heaven
Pelting like hail stones
Not one word valid
Unless you grabbed scrutinized
Swallowed processed absorbed
Into the constellation house
Burning forever circle burn forever
Till cause effect unborn no this no that
All coming together will cease
Eve Estelle Mar 2018
Seventeen,
Seventeen,
Glean the knowledge from the scene;
A tale written, read before,
Something's wrong, but something more --
Fear the nightmare, fear the dream,
Nothing stops at this machine;

Grasping rule yet leading blind,
Law will bind no bleeding mind
Intent on death, and peddled lines
Stray from course to fell the fruits,
As Red *** seeps through poisoned roots.

Mockingbird, mockingbird,
Tell me all the things you've heard...
They don't like it, so I like it,
I am like the mockingbird.
*Last stanza is meant to be italicized

This is sort of one of those feels-like-a-first-draft pieces, but I'm going to leave it alone for a while. If there are any parts that stand out to you as needing improvement, please don't hesitate to mention them!! Thank you!

[This poem covers some controversial aspects of the recent gun debates in the US, and expresses my personal views. You might not agree with me here, and that's perfectly fine. In fact, I encourage you to voice your own thoughts and opinions below, assuming we can all remain civil.

All sides have valid points to make on this issue. That's why it's such a difficult problem to solve. But discussion is good... Discussion is necessary. Constructive debate is the fuel for forward progress.]
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