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Karijinbba Jul 15
Famed poet I am honored
reposting treasures kind comments to your post,
Interconnecting
subtle loyalties painting,
individual character.
All is ecstatically received.
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I thank thee forever
Our free will manifesting intention of loyalty honesty
falling unto our lap
as treasures from the sky above
from eons meant to be.
A place beyond mankind
deserets queens
worker bees, poets or poetry.

Actions spark movement
becoming turning keys;
stagnation rots waters of lover's blis, with no deeds.
Relationships must flow river down to best greet the sea of love within the lovers gist.

Let home be where thine heart rules king amor RD.
I am taken up by your loyalty gracious wind beneath
my wing
jaanam Mel.
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By: Karijinbba.
https://youtu.be/gfLKV21NK7s
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True love doesn't play by the rules loyalty does
Sheltered in your wing
A bloom renewed for my heart
Fly on, my bluebird.
Haiku 4
Paul Idiaghe Apr 30
you are the hand
hauling back
my cries. my mother’s
mother hardened
from dust.
you are almost
my eyes.

you are not sky
or frozen air.
i suspect  
you have no skin.

love is my left
wing smacked
on your pane
that i mistook
for an open door.

i let the nights
do their undoing
of my feathers into light.
maybe this way
you would welcome me.
written after Diane Di Prima’s poem on the same title.
Payton Feb 24
You are like a sky.
A fire across the clouds.
And I can't peel my eyes away.
Like a moth drawn to your flame,
I'd rather burn down to nothing, then to
fade from your memory.
I was a part of you,     the way each  
                                crater
adds a little bit of character
                  to the moon.
And you erased me from your life. Dressed me in nonexistence.
                      It was easier for you to look away than to wrap me in
                   your love.
I guess I flew too close to you, because
my dear, you were the sun, and
when you pulled me into you,
                      my wings
disintegrated, and
                   I crumbled away in your
warmth.
This poem was written in 2016.
tia Jan 31
They may pray to God and his divinity
Of which to me, is nothing more than a false reality
Oh the sinners and saints can burn
For only a holy angel will stir up my concern

Oh dear angel, a six-winged creature
Cover your face, your feet, and oh you fly
Oh, dear angel, I fear you not
Please just enchant me with those eyes
i care not for religion, only angels, seraphims entice me.
When I was small naive and tender
Toddling in pullups
Those that/who loved me
Jabbed me
In my tiny heart
Surgically stole a sliver of it
To harden
To sharpen
To shiv me with it
Hurt me with my own heart
Slice me for my sensitivity
Carve into me for caring
Fearing and envying me for
Being an open-eyed child,
A triple threat
Smart plus sweet plus spirited
That's too much!

Extracting tears from me was easy.
Manipulation, Chaos, Fears.
My senses submerged in a sinkhole
Decades became dozens of years

I dont know how I struggled ashore
But It --or he-- or ....was already there
White light resplendent
Wings alight
Silently inviting
I stumbled beseechingly behind him

Within a clearing
His full figure flexed  
Showing his
Wings upon wings
Within wings!
Not a single feather in sight
he offered a pointed finger for me to see

I tried to to touch, to connect
While still sopping wet.
Two teardrops dripped off,
Left my leaking fingertips
These he froze and squeezed
Crystalized them blue and green
Right there in thin air

As I stared at my shame
He simply gave me salam
As he shimmered into invisiblity

Uuuhh! My angel!
My help! Please dont leave me!
Dont you dare! You cant do this to me!

Leaving me with nothing but 2 tears:
Fear and pain
Blue and green
Tear shaped gems
In thin air
I glared at them there
Drop & drip

They flipped. then feathered
Becoming the bejeweled tips of peacock feathers
Gloriously long, elegantly luscious
Cresting a classy tiara
It settled and nestled neatly along
The Straight Path through the clearing

Oh my God! I get it now!
I don my crown
Fresh tears flowing
As I bow down
Thanking Allah who always surrounds
Me with invisible Angels

Praising Allah the Almighty King
Who heard His simple servant
And saved her from drowning
Kristin Jan 8
I did errands today
and I was confused

Something was wrong, astray
I mused

I settled into the evening quiet
And my disquieted soul shouted

"The flags were not at half staff"
As the West Wing staff and Cabinet was trimmed by half

Yesterday, Congress was sieged by riff-raff
45 egged them on

Congress counted the Electoral votes
but our troubles are not all gone

Today, I needed to see that flag half-mast
My grief begged for a symbol against the bombast

And yet the flag waved, full staff, as if nothing and no one mattered
And no one has said a word
imehsahdehahs Oct 2020
First Heaven Burned to the Ground

Flood Drowned all that was left

Right around the corner was A King

With Golden Ring

Seeking God, Power & Women

But He Didn't Know

This Sorcery and Magick

was part of my plan

For I am the Angel with one red wing

Nothing would Stop me, King

Melting Your precious Ring

With anguished prisoned in My Eyes

For an Eternity

No Pillar In Air

Can Put Out The Fire in My Heart

nor Stop me form Bringing

Hell on Earth

For I swore I will Devour

Each and every Soul in your Kingdom

Till No Light Left in Heavens

and No Man on Earth










I AM
THE ANGEL
WITH ONE RED WING
ONE RED WING

DESTROYED THE RING

AND **** ONE AND THE ONLY KING
Jordan Gee Aug 2020
my heart is on fire
one half cup espresso, a vape
and a song that drapes my heart in a purple fire,
with the same purple glow inside the go go bar
where that dancer handed Bukowski a dried lily
But only for a moment.

lesson #104 and the
music rides a sine wave into
my left ear.
I sat upon a lotus pad and kept
a straight back
the Angelus Novus couldn’t (insert link)
close its wings against
the winds of Paradise so
elated were the Gods by the
progress of man.
so high the rubble of the wreckage the
view from its summit rivaled the
vantage gained from
standing atop the Six Grandfathers within the
Four-headed Dog from across the pond.

national broadcast in the jungle and
all the box would do is
talk
and all the cockroaches would do is
persist
and all the machetes would do is
hack
and all the bodies burned
and Felicien Kabuga was kindly granted asylum by the West
and remained at large for over 25 years.
THANKS A LOT SWITZERLAND.
(insert link)
may all the kings be strangled with the entrails of all the priests
K Balachandran Aug 2020
Empty letter box.
Evening is filled with bird songs;
The time to take wing!
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