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Mary-Rose H Jan 2018
"Do you like writing poetry?"

It's a strangely
difficult
question to answer.
I do not
like
it.
I do not
love
it.
It's something I
must do,
just
as much as
I must breathe.
If I do not,
I die a little
inside,
and it is
a - part - of - me,
just
as much as
my lungs.
(dribbled the following cheesy tidbit when mice elf
i.e. Stuart Little and thy spouse Minnie Mouse dwelt
at a previous residence).
-----------------------------------------------------­-------
Against credo, ethos,
   and genuine holistic integrity
   to respond to such an event
as Minnie's or Mickey's, no matter

   a reluctance arises to don role as "killer"
tis with only the means and ways
   to avoid health crisis that i fervent
   lee exterminate existence of other species...

so please no unsolicited mouse a lean nee barbs
   against this august gent
tis a marvel to evince the behaviour
   of rapaciousness, when nary a hint

extant within me -
   except, at a cross roads arises
   when vermin take residence
   asper an unpaid inhabitant,

this one mortal mwm loathes
   to distribute deathly lethal instrument
distribution of d-com
   doth not make me feel jubilant,

   this chap doth newt
   deny pestilential buggars
   ought tub beep hoy sinned,
   and charged with heinous crime such
   as ****** committed by a litigant

   slapped unfairly
   suffer being poisoned
   imposing forfeiture reprisal
   tomb the tinker-bell tolls
visa vis a role in the realm

   within flora and fauna not meant
   for humans decreeing
   vermin lack purposelessness,
   and must be exterminated
   to own rights qua life,
   liberty and the pursuit of
   quietly when staking out an alcove,

   cupboard, or mauve wainscoting
   reproduction of species would nonchalant
take place if left to their biological devices
   this millennial saga

   of mice and men perhaps noah occident
and no matter what
   means one approaches pursuant
to rid the house of mice,

   these creatures reboot toxic tolerance
   to incorporate schemes
   quite innovative within floorboards,
   deep chambers viz zit ting
   expansive domestic quadrant

this Brie zee, cream cheesy,
though temporarily dislodged per demise,
   the recurrent adaptation reverberant
and stupefy supreme survival skill re:
   by a modus operandi

   with adaptive qualities salient
ta dum me little nimble,
   opal and quizzical rodents
   lacking redolence tubby mammals,

   though their existence
   and devil's blue diet tribe curd dish rant
might be diametrically opposed
   to American ethics committee, who slant
the bald (also balled),

   bold, and brazen cordon bleu appearance
   analogous to a vagrant,
   unrepentant truant
sans more than one
   little furry Munster of scurrying critters
   spur this heir force deputy
   issues a poisoned search warrant.
Valerie Jan 2018
Guarding the heart. For everything you do flows from it.
Looking forward, I will never look away. I can only move.
Correction is all I have. Wisdom is who I seek.
Your face is the greatest splendor there is.
Messiah, your eyes are upon me. Your love constrains me.
I may be distressed, but I am not fearful.
He is my fear, he is my only astonishment.
It's inevitable, I will always love you.
Woe is me if I did not have salvation. I am a person with impure lips.
I will plead with your face to the cries.
Stop trusting in mere humans, who have but a breath in their nostrils. Why hold them in esteem?
Isaiah and proverbs. Jesus I want you
I can be your friend,
until our lives end.

Don't be shy with me,
and just feel free.

You were so good,
but people misunderstood.

Lean on me anytime,
and I will write this with a rhyme.

That's the reason why we loved each other,
But you just loved me as your brother.

I was hurt, I was disappointed; and my heart was broken--
I was so sad until I was crying; and I just wrote a spoken,
A spoken will remind you; that I was hurt--
But it was all my fault; because I flirt.

Whenever we meet; I tried to avoid you--
To forget all my mistake; and to start a new,
But I don't think; that it will be a good idea and a good example in our lives--
I realized that it'll lead us to be a better person; that's what really God gives.
Don't you ever try to avoid someone, because you are hurt. Face the reality.

He loves his friend but his friend treat him as a brother.
Kaitlyn Dec 2017
you’ve got me crying since i’m a fool after you’ve told me that i have your heart.

didn’t trust me enough to let me keep it.

by doing so you only broke me. m the one that’s going to set out.

set out in this big world to see more than you could ever promise me.

just remember that you will forever be that person that has my heart... and i’ll always love you.

i’m sorry that i was casted to play the role of the jokers
i’m sorry that i loved you even though i was in no position to do so.. after all i’ve only had minimal contact with you that actually worked to anything... right? :(
Dimakatso Sedite Oct 2017
Are we chicks with curves
who bounce in tight jeans,
curves cutting concrete corners,
chunky gold cracking our necks
and boiling the sun?

No. We clasp hope in our hands,
like rope
it slices our palms
we slurp the blood to redden our lips
which shimmer in the Joburg sun.

This anger -
hunger
took our fathers places
where fathers died young,
tied our mothers to places
where mothers grew old..
Copyright ©2016, Dimakatso A. Sedite, adapted in 2017
Paul Jones Jun 2017
Having felt something     change me there and then,
I was blown away.     Spores of dandelions.
15:20 - 24/06/17
State of mind: calm; content; nostalgic.

Thoughts: from memories - of the time I saw a painting by Wassily Kandinsky at the Pompidou Centre that reset my course, gave me the direction I now travel. A sort of paradigm shift, in that instance of realisation, I had discovered who I am.

Questions: none.
Sarah May 2017
I desperately need today to end
But I fear what tomorrow has in store
I wish more than anything
Everything would stop
Maybe then I could clear my mind
Figure my time-bomb life out
I’m running out of options
Out of space
Out of time
Suspended in terror for what my life may become
Already weighed down by the past
Trapped in this life that I never asked for
Wondering
What’s the use
If all I’ll ever amount to
Is petrified
Àŧùl May 2017
7th of May 2010 will be 7 years old,
And so will I be again a 7 years kid!
Neither emotionally nor physically,
But I will be 7 years old spiritually.
I had to learn life again 7 years ago,
Just got spared my life 7 years back!
Though few doctors were pessimistic,
My father was still very optimistic.
He consolidated my mother's hope,
And he negated the pessimist's nope!

He was confident about his only son,
His genes joined my mother's for one!
And I am committed to a long life,
He selected wisely for himself a wife.
His thought about a better gene pool,
A long life offspring I won't ridicule!
But a long life I just do never desire,
If a lonely life I must always persist.
I will survive the days and the nights,
Alone if I must bide my time in tights.
My HP Poem #1527
©Atul Kaushal
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