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Gift Gugu Mona Dec 2019
She is so exquisite
Even without make-up on her face
She is very special
Even if she lets others seem important
She is selfless
Even when the selfish surround her
She offers a lot of love
Even so, she needs it often
She has a big heart
Even though she appears small
She lets others belong
But she longs to be appreciated

She adds value
Despite her own worth being undermined
She is attentive
Nonetheless; no one pays attention to her needs
She is patient
No matter how long it takes, she waits
She is giving
While no one could be willing to give
She is forgiving
Much as the worst was done against her
She is trusting
Albeit her trust was broken a countless times

She is wise
In spite of being treated otherwise by some
She works hard
Notwithstanding that she requires to rest
She is helpful
Yet, there is none to lend her a hand
She makes life seem easy
Whilst going through difficult times herself
She stands by others
Although there is no one to stand by her
She chooses to be peaceful
Against being somehow provoked
She is calm
Undeterred by what is not

She is bold
In defiance of tough battles ahead
She shows bravery
Still in the presence of adversity
She is fearless
Though she may seem helpless
She is spirited
Contrary to attempts to bring her down
She is never destroyed
Irrespective of storms she faces sometimes
She keeps moving forward
Granting the hindrances along the way

She does not look down on others
Regardless of some doing so to her
She recognizes those who shielded her on rainy days
Whenever the sun shines upon her
She keeps on running her race
Because she knows for her, grace is abundant
She puts a smile on, always
Since prayer keeps her in the right place

She is an inspiration
A pioneer of transformation
True leader of economic revolution
How the world aspires for such
A remarkable woman!
Johnny walker Nov 2019
And the dreams In my head
I still have endless memories flowing freely  through my mind
of a time when I was happy
when I first proudly walked out with my
And to remember the first  kiss from her sweet tender lips as I squeezed her so
tight and days soon turned to nights with Helen wrapped in my arms sadly all now belongs to the
But her memory will last my lifetime whatever that time left might be so I'll kept on writing of
tribute for the wonderful wife, she truly was but her memory will keep flowing endlessly
my mind regardless of day or night Made a promise to myself to make Helen known to as many In this world
that I
can by way of poetry writing so far It's going really
well but the poems are really stories of my life with
remarkable lady I've never stopped loving Helen and
I feel her still here
me through the poems
of our life together I write of an undying
Let me be the person that tells you, every single morning, that you are both beautiful and remarkable.
Mary Frances Sep 2018
From the moment we met,
I knew you were special.
You became my life-changer,
someone essential, substantial.
You made every quote I created remarkable,
Every poem I've written, memorable.
My wild ambition loves to slide - ye all must understand
But fortune's ice prefers only the most virtuous of hand.
In Malaga I grew weary and wanton to possess
The most colorless canvas, one easy with a lazy happiness,
Disdained by golden fruit to the viewer be
As I passed the crowd to gently shake the tree.
Now manifest in paint, inward contrived and long since
I stood in bold defiance with the heart of a prince,
Held up on the square by one wanting to buy my latest cause.
Against the wind I held it up in spite of all the laws.
Do they wish to thicken my lot among all their other mistakes?
What circumstances find you this? -This is what my mind makes!
The buzzing of my emissaries fill my ears
With many solitary jealousies and fears,
Arbitrary thoughts brought forward into the light,
Contemplating existence, must it prove my vision right?
Weak are the arguments! Which the true artist knows full well,
Where weak minded people curse my renderings or are easy to rebel.
For am I not governed by the moon and by the far off stars?
Tread lightly on me and don’t put me behind your own bars.
And once in a shard of time let the Annunaki’s scribe record,
That my vision once rendered could somehow affect their lord.
The unrecognized Enki still wants to be a chief, yet none
He created was found as fit as barren Adam.
Not that he wished his greatness to create,
For leaders should wish not to be called great.
But he like I know our titles are not to be allowed.
For titles are useless and only dependent upon a crowd,
Those are kingly powers, thus ebbing us out, they might be
Drawn by the dregs of a falsely acclaimed democracy.
But in my paint I attempt, with studied arts to ease,
And shed the unholy venom with visions such as these.
On the other side of the canvas, not much escapes my eye –
But once in front of it – nothing escapes the me that I call I.
I have several prints of Picasso's work and sometimes I ponder their true meanings. I'm like that. I wonder what was the artist thinking as he created this or that piece. Picasso was/is a hard nut to crack. Born of influence and trained mostly by his father he should have had a life of luxury. But such was not the case. For a time he lived almost penniless and hungry a lot of the time. But even in those years he not only refused to conform but he defied all reason to conform to what he was being taught as an artist. Instead he blazed his own trail. And today more people know the name of Picasso than any other artist, I dare say. So - in this piece it is my hope to show you how original he truly was. To me his magic is found in his ability to reflect his own thoughts into - if not inside of - a particular piece of his renderings. After just a little study - you can see him in his drawings, paintings, etc. Here's a last bit of trivia for you concerning Picasso. Were you aware that in his earlier young adulthood that he was so poor that he actually burned some of his own art just to try to stay warm? Think of what any of his burned renderings would be worth today. Now I call that perspective.
all for you Apr 2018
he was remarkable
he was intelligent
he was kind
he was...the worst thing that ever happened to me
please get out of my life // love always
You are full of blooming flowers ,allow me some to pluck
I am fortunate enough to touch your flowers it is my luck
Let my taste your juicy cheeks and allow me then to ****
This experience will make our love a remarkable epoch

My sweetheart when you say you love me I stand no more
The music of love then travels in me just from pore to pore
Totally taken over by beauty my love enchants it just encore
My eyes want to quench their thirst by asking more explore

Let me see my sweetheart all at once just in a sheer trance
Allow me my lovely sweetheart to take chance after chance
At times every thing goes in a fix just as price of a glance
This is a story of your alluring beauty and my fiery romance

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Anna B Oct 2015
I to want to write remarkable words
In a language that I all my life have not heard
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i Apr 2014
you were so distinctive,
      that i had to delete
          all the history that
               you made, all the
                    marks that you left,
                        just so they don't
                           know about the two
                               of us,  just pretending
                                  that you were never here.
maybe you've changed, but i still love you.

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