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Celestial Jul 2020
Oh! The heat,
The heat I must beat.
101° in my seat.
It isn't tasting sweet.
The sweat!
Poor little pet.
I am not wet, yet.
And I will not forget.
The wind!
For I will not be blind.
To the bindings I find.
So I am kind
Breathe Tent!
So I can hear you shuffle.
And I can say kerfuffle,
I will dispose the waffle!
Sweater weather
Salmabanu Hatim Dec 2017
Be happy,
Don't be ******,******, ******,
****** makes you snappy,
Snappy snatches away all the trace
Of the glow on your  face.
Be joyful,
Don't be mournful, mournful, mournful,
Tears falling bucketful,
People will say,"Look at her,so woeful.
Be confident,
Don't be diffident,diffident,diffident,
Diffident makes you immature,
Gives you a mousy  nature.
Always cheer,
Never sneer,sneer,sneer,
People away from you will veer,
You will be left alone dear.
Laughter is the best medicine,
It boosts your adrenaline,
Many friends you will win.
Laughter is infectious,
It is so contagious,  
Happiness will be rampant,
That no sorrow can dampen.
Enjoy life. Don't complain and be a wet blanket.Face your problems and you will come out much stronger
I wrote a little poem,
I wrote it just for you,
to match the way
You make me feel
I wrote it all in blue.

I wrote it on a napkin,
I had to keep it brief,
I swore a bit,
And cried a bit,
It caused a lot of grief.

I pondered on delivery,
pondered til I was sick,
Then settled on
this method here
I wrapped it round a brick.

The next time that I see you,
In person, with some luck,
I'll remember to
give it to you,
And you'll forget to duck!
Jay Ashford Apr 2017
That's you,
You fool
You jest.

With life,
You flirt
You jab.

No lines,
You cross
You invade.

*******
Your mind
You scream.

Swine them
You act
Your scene.




          Stroke your own ego ****!

Only a fool jests
When the guillotine stands
You dare flirt when
Your face is like a jab

The invasion failed
When you crossed rebellion
Your mind screams ****
"I beg to differ. I'm so different."

I've seen enough.
The act stops,
At this very scene.

Meaning doesn't
mean
Meaningless things.

I bet, with
Closed eyes
You make bets.

Black is your comfort
In your little world;
It's your safety blanket
You haven't thrown.

— The End —