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No country for old people
brittle bones lack rest
lungs breath in toxic delusions
breath out a radical rust
white hair is phantasm's wage
as the dead won't SIT STILL
and the living stumble blind

-cec

Colours in the sky
Blend into the blue

Golden yellow
The mellow sun

Bids adieu
Slides to the west

Slender and tall
The shadows fall

Sudden rains
A little downpour

Shiny wet
The platform gets

Daily
Life goes on

Moments to moments
Faces change

It’s a journey
Destinations await
Inspired by a painting
The artist - Prafull Hudekar

Behind the palm trees
In the vast, rust coloured sky
Sets the orange sun
Trying to stay in touch with Mimi is not easy -
talk unfolds in combative narratives
over what is of importance and value
shaking to the roots of past & present
with no future in sight or hearing
bring on all senses and spell me
as I, if I were real and sure of saving us,
boldly propose a course of love
love that should never be lost
between brothers and sisters

-cec
I love our time
together virtal mode..
Amame jaanam.
I love your diamond keys.
You love my golden ark
I love your typing index,
Your lovez written ink.
I treasure your voice.
In cave and treasure voult.
No other voice matters.
Your ink in poem cherished is.
You aren't free busy bee
nor power of attorney can be.
You must grow trust to be
ever wiser
and true to thee
and then me.
~~~~~
Karijinbba
Revised 8-3-21
Amame jaanam.
Love me like you do.
Like a needle in a haystack
is true love me and you.
Trustworthy friend also you.
An hp's haystack found, miracle.
A loving soul, treasure icecle.
In the law of attraction, true love
attracts like, and in a notch of good fortune opposites must intimately attract true lovez entanglement
Is an intricate weave,
of LOVEz for two in one loop.
I found a twin matching soul.
A magnet in both our midst,
receptiveness open mind exist.
Intellectual genius in heart.
its gist, portal and bridge.
Uncovering vast blessings
his needle in my haystack,
just came to me, as bee
to pollen in essence,
his needle found me.
Now retaining such find and
price takes sculpture in mind.
Keeping it requires an equal
enterprise a twin needle's vise
Or my fire and ice!
In love and war it's wise,
To tingle our rhyme with rice.
To never part, it takes more pie
than luck, poem, or needle in eye.
I once was blind, but now I see
Through our fire in ice.

~~~~
BY: Karijinbba.
All Rights Reserved - revised
08+2021.
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