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AE May 2020
From the blooming dandelions
That grow in the gardens of the kindred soul
Is a peculiar dream
That with every yellow petal becomes
A wishful fly away
Within its colourless softness
Searching for new soil
To bury itself
And grow

But it’s the insignificant things
That weigh down the petals  
Whenever they gather the willpower
To float towards a horizon
That divides the insecurities
And the biggest fears of the dreamer
So instead the petals become rain
That wash away the remnants
Of a scorching sun

And some time after
The water carries with it
The seed of the dandelion
And along a distant road
It grows once again
Waiting for another
To come set it free
So that it can carry those old ambitions
Back to one who’s still searching for courage
Along the horizon in their dreams
pnam Mar 2020
When love is intense
Love flies high and feels immense
Then..

Love looks down and wonders
What if it falls down and errors?
What goes up they say
Comes down one day
My love will you still be there?
When this love flight may impair
Fly low at times unaware?

Love looks down and wonders
what if you say now it don't matters?
I know I will follow your flight
High or low my love is smite
My love will you still be there?
When this love flight may vitiate
Fly low at times to hibernate?

Love looks down and wonders
what if it drift apart and frost?
I know I will keep it warm and defrost
Hot or cold my love is gold embossed
My love will you still be there?
When this love is star-crossed
Fly low at times and lost?

When love is intense
Love flies high and feels immense
Then..

Love looks down and wonders
Why shall we stay
at the end of the day;
What made us leave
What does it mean to live?

What to promise after pain?
What to seek after regrets,
To laugh after tears;
To see when rain clears.

Is he a child, a sonnet?
All his paint was hidden in the sky,
The colour of violet with melancholy,
The one love to be met.

Is she a child, a poet
Her fantasies last as ever;
But not knowing to write
She shall learn over the night.
# fréquent travel record, within a day flew over 3 countries. An pair of child eyes, and wonders to deep blue sky.
Jay M Feb 2020
The colors of the sky
They vary, so wild
One base color
A light, calm blue
O what a wonderful hue
We are all someone's child
And at one point or another, we all cry

The other colors of the sky
I know not why
But there are so many
Things moving, fast as the spinning of a penny
Purple, yellow, orange, green,
Red, pink, white, blue, black,
Electric blue, maroon, indigo,
Violet, scarlet, gold, navy,
Aqua, mint, burgundy,
Fusha, midnight, cream,
Neon pink, neon green,
Neon blue, neon yellow,
Any and all colors you can think of
Moving up there, before my eyes
I tell no lies

These shapes, lines, and things I see
O, how can they be?

Somewhat faded
Some more pronounced
They came in, unannounced
It looks like some faraway place was raided
And the loot was spilled into the sky
I know not why
But it simply is

Circles, squares, rectangles,
Squiggling lines, moving all about
Things that resemble amoebas
Looking almost like oil and water mixed on a sidewalk
About this strange thing, I could talk
For so long
Is it so wrong?

Something so wonderful and obscure
If there were one, I would not want a cure

Some see them
As I do
It appears to be a field with a gem
Up above me
But what about you?

- Jay M
February 5, 2020
I see weird shapes and squiggles in the sky when I look up at it. Is that weird? Someone told me it could be a stigma with my eyes, or something like that. Hope you enjoy. Might edit this, to make it feel more...able to be grasped, but not exactly. Ah, the joys of writing.
Manan sheel Nov 2019
I will do
these amazing
things, just for you...

I will go to the nearby garden
of my neighbour, and steal the juiciest
fruits, the tastes of which contain
the wondrous tales of the trees,
you will be so excited to listen to
the tale of the mother parrot, who tasted
every Guava, and took the bite only from
the sweetest part to share with her children.
This neighbour might come after me carrying
his stick, but any risk can be taken, for our fruity
moments of togetherness, when we will sit cuddled,
and munch on fruits making surpy-surpy sounds...

I will make an orchestra
consisting of singing bulbuls,
koyals, pigeons and sparrows,
and will not say no to any
bird or animal who wants to join in.
For example, crickets and monkeys,
can join in, and even happy wolves with
their hoo-hoos. We should not say no
to anyone, because although our orchestra
may not sound well, but everyone
should be happy, everyone has a heart
which must not be broken...

Then, there will also be a dancing DJ for
the Sur-Suri Dance of the snakes,
for the Halli Dance of the dogs,
(originated from Hallaq Kuttaq,
their great-grandfather),
also some monkeys will be allowed
to swing their hips, all for your entertainment,
Some hyenas may also do yip-yip-yip,
and cry and laugh, laugh and cry,
but you mustn't be afraid then,
for these hyenas are also pals...

for you see for this day everyone
is our friend, the whole universe
is our friend, love flows like a waterfall,
for we are in love...

© Manan sheel.
Lovelyn Eyo Sep 2019
THE Omnipotent One
Makes one feel a
Potent change
For greater good

HE turns tears
Into ocean of joy
Always open HIS arms of love
To everyone of us
Needing any help

HIS power heals
HIS power seals
Every brokeness
Into wholeness
Every storm HE stills
They take cover
when they hear HIS voice
Bowing to HIS will

HIS power saves
Just as HIS love never ends
HIS love I crave
From beginning to the end
Cause HE is my Alpha to the end

THE Creator of life
THE Creator of you and me
Wonderfully changed my life
Power power is JESUS
All these
GOD has done for me

If you think
Am done with
All HE has done for me
You got it wrong
Tis only a Tip
Cause am just beginning
This I explain
For the depth of
HIS wonders
HIS power
In my life
And in life
has no ending
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