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Shall I paint you a picture through words
Your heart the canvas, my pen the brush
Can you see the Buffalo herds
The wide fields and foliage lush

Trees full of scarlet ibis birds
Mangrove roots drinking water
A portrait made from so few words
Poetry my true alma mater

Watercolor verse stain the page
As landscapes take shape and form
This style of art all the rage
Where wanderlust is born
Is it only the size that matters?
Is it the length or width?
Is it beauty that flatters?
Or is that misconception and myth?

Is it the amount of money?
Is it ones own height?
Is it vanilla or honey?
Complexion that's dark or light?

Is it the skinnier or the fatter?
Is it the size of her chest?
Do these things really matter?
Do they measure love best?
Silence
At first a void
Then sudden burst of energy
Forces collide
Atoms split and divide
From nothing comes forth something
Radiance breaking free of abyss
Hot gaseous ball coalesces then cools
To form a planetary sphere
Which orbits a citrus giant
Giving off golden light
And warming touch
To embrace a world
And allow the basis for life
All this by chance and happenstance?
All complexity born from
Random motion and chaos?
How vast and unnumbered
The twinkle in the heavens
Yet all alone?
Oh I gaze up at yonder skies
And marvel at wonders
My eyes have never known



We as LOVERS realize that
Our values of LOVE
Are not recognized
By this cruel world

There is no worth for
The words & acts of LOVE nor
There is any kindness
Shown by the world
For our eyes full of tears

The world values murk
Pays a billion for garbage
But not for our
True emotions of LOVE

The human life of LOVERS
Is one of the most woes

Yet we as LOVERS
Celebrate our LOVE
In the way we know best
By LOVING each other

By promising each other
We will LOVE till we live
We will LOVE until death




I am waiting for that touch
I am waiting for that embrace
I am waiting for that glance
I am waiting for that smile

Where human dignity of LOVE
Will not be measured by
The value of education, prestige
Position, power or money

I am waiting for the moment when
Lover's self-respect won't be auctioned

I am waiting for the moment when
LOVER's emotions won't be suppressed

I am waiting for the moment when
LOVER's humility won't be challenged

I am waiting for the moment when
All masks will be discarded

I am waiting for the moment when
Each person is presented as a LOVER

I am waiting for the moment when
We won't see those
Lost tearful eyes of a LOVER

I am waiting for the moment when
We won't see the
LOVERS grow old waiting for a hug
And hold each other's hand

I am waiting for the moment when
We won't see each human
Choosing the path of work-life over LOVE

I am waiting for the moment when
We wont'see anyone
Doing any oppressive wrong to LOVERz

Let us pledge to bring
A morning like that

LET us show the world
What real TRUE LOVE is...

That is the day
Peace, Equality, Rights, Harmony
Will be born

A new wonderful world of LOVE


 Feb 2017 Tashea Young
Kelly Rose
I yearn for your touch
To be held tightly
Within your grasp
So I may stroke
The blank page before us
As my ink expresses
Your thoughts
and splatters your emotions
Across blank's page
Please hear my cries
And clasp me in your hand
Oh, just image
The magic we create
If only....
How I yearn for your touch
Defeat your writer's block
and see me yearning for
Your touch

I crave for that dance,
You, sweetly entwined betwixt my fingers,
Filled with the ink of enchantment,
The delicate nib are your lips,
Adorning your sublime silhouette,
Let me move you in cursive swirls,
sprinkling all the letters,
Forming a beauteous verse of love,
Dancing upon the stage of paper,
How wondrous is the fact,
That you fathom my inner being,
And splash it upon the sheets,
Like pearls from a sentiments' string,
Help me rise again,
From all the worldly pain,
I lovingly desire,
Your touch......

Collaboration with Shilpa Sandesh
(c) January 31, 2017
Kelly Rose
Shilpa Sandesh
 Jan 2017 Tashea Young
Dev Singh
Another year comes to pass
And I turn inwards to reflect.
My fragile memories seem of glass
And I search for moments to regret.

Yet as much I seek greener grass,
An involuntary gratitude I beget;
For this lesson isn't found in any class:
That this fleeting life is all we get.
.
*Red and white roses
Wild and loud, spangle, sparkle
Filling— empty lot
I cuddle the night,
Embracing his warm covers
Over my wounded heart

Lonely, broken,
Shuttered,
And bled

That it aches,
Screams,
And sobs

Echoing within,
the corners of my soul,
When I sold me
Into slavery

A bartered exchange,
Of hearts
That you toyed with my own
While I handled yours
With a mother's hand
 Jan 2017 Tashea Young
Onoma
Deign this film
with the solemn
cast of your eyes...
and I shall remember
not as you appear,
but as  you are.
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