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Jake Reddin Mar 2020
A Weird Animal Week

One day I was in the park,
I saw something – maybe a lark,
But it moved so quick and snappy,
In an instant, I knew what it was – an Okapi.

The next day I was swimming with a splash and swish,
And I saw a red-lipped batfish,
I got my camera and shot a picture,
And then I caught it like a fisher.

The next day I was on the beach,
The sun was like the inside of a peach,
Blending into the sand I saw something odd,
It was a giant yellow isopod,
Clattering around in the broad daylight,
It was almost as big as a kite.

The next day I was wandering in a field,
It was ruined like a battlefield,
Then two horns were sticking out of the grass,
I stood still and let it pass,
I moved carefully as if on a tightrope,
Then I knew it was the Saiga Antelope.

The next day I was deep-sea diving,
In the water, we were striving,
‘One more weird animal’ I wish,
Then I saw a blue parrotfish,
It was such a deep blue,
It was soft and full goo.

Well, that was the best week of my life,
Discovering every cool bit of wildlife.
I was working on this for quite a long time. I was trying to do a bit of an imaginative concept.
Jayantee Khare Jun 2017
My world,
was overcast in
many ways, dark
cloudy gloomy days,
scary moonless starless nights,
The heart was sinking with pain.
One day with lightning it poured as
rain of words themes, i wrote, wrote and wrote, in the  dream space i float, now my grey world is painted with the colorful themes, highlighted with my deepest feelings and in the bright sky the words are dancing with syllables,
The seeds of hope buried in the dark, when watered with the raining words, sprouted. The plant, when nourished by divine grace, fertilised by new ideas and creativity, came out of doom, about to bloom. one day
it will offer the shadow
of solace and the
fruits of love to
wanderers,
stranded
broken
loners
soon
will
turn
into
poetree
Babra Shafiqi May 2017
My heart beats a thousand times faster,
only for the reason
Of you breathing through me.
And if it wasn't for you
and the kiss of life
onto my lips,
I would have myself strangled
this weak heart
and left it to die.
So don't ask me why it runs
when you put your lips on mine.
For your lips are the only thing
that has kept me going
through these pains.
©Babra shafiqi.
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Babra Shafiqi Apr 2017
I asked a puzzled Moth
Rather begged it,
To set its wings
on my skin.
To rest its legs
on my bones.
For a much brighter light,
-more than the moon-
-more than a flame-
Shines within.
©Babra Shafiqi

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