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Mei Jun 2020
Some days, someone stays late
Not to write
But to sort things out-
A messy house
A healthy meal
And a tiny fellow to rear.

In early dawn someone wakes
Not to read, nor gather thoughts
To write a piece of poem
But strength for all the chores-
From toasting breads
And scrambling eggs,
To determining some life choices
And more.

Sometimes she gets drunk
Not with words nor with wine
But of thinking
Where time has gone
For quite a while
A dead poet has lived within her
For so long.
For everyone has a dead poet within
When time comes
Let us allow it
To live once more


And write some more lovely poems...
Mei Jun 2020
She longed for you in lonely nights
Of pouring rains and flickering lights.

She looked for you from steepy heights to sloping grounds,
on rolling tides and sandy bars.

She loved you since and loves you still.

She has coped  with the thought, you're not her's to keep and hold.
Mei May 2020
While the sun was idle
It rested beneath the inky cumulus
As thunder clad the still morn
A tiny ant with a bread crumb load
Perhaps on its way home
Stopped for a rest on the tip
Of my marmalade coated toast
Then off he went
As wind tousled leaves made a clapping sound
As if, the long wait is over
I held up my coffee
And breathed in,

I smelled rain.
Mei May 2019
I thank God for
The curles and curves
I see.
A bend of rainbow
In the sky
After a heavy rain
Paints a curve
On one chubby little cheeks
A smile that makes a day.
#joy #cheeks #happy #smile #rainbow
#beautiful #day #newday #blessings
Mei Jul 2018
Rain kissed skin, summer's over
Brushed off last teardrop on my face
Air tousled hair, cool change.
My second Haiku and I'm loving it!
Mei Jul 2018
In a well written story of mine,
a chapter you stole,
the best of all.
And if someday you'll hear a half familiar name,
not mentioned with yours,
I hope you'll remember your words, your oath.
Mei Jul 2018
An empty cage stand on the lawn,
Wet, rusty and old.
Longing for his bird,
Yearning for her lonely songs.
Without her, he's no longer his purpose.

Perhaps his heart wasn't really made of steel.
Perhaps being selfless is better
Than being himself.
Perhaps she is somewhere
Singing.
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