The tiniest it is the more
views globally it begets.
The longest, the less views
and fewer comments
Thank goodness
this is about tini poems
delight
not lovers inch plight.
~~~~~~
By; Karijinbba
08-2020

When the joy and happiness
of others is above and beyond
our own;
when loving a beloved soul
more than we love ourselves
enough to set a loved one free;

it's not lack of self love,
being generous to a fault,
I doubt many have
the courage, heart, brains
to surrender treasures found,

just to benefit another.
  while feeling small
or stumped still yield.

It isn't foolishness
it's self sacrifice.
No rivals can fill that void
of not grabbing what fell on
and off a broken lap.
-~~
Defeat is born first in the
eyes passing judgement
not the one surrendering
all treasures found.
~~~~~~~~
By: Karijinbba
08-25-2020

You're my reality, yet I'm lost in a dream
You're the first, the last, my everything.
heart of gold King of hearts
Dear twin flame twin soul
we are lost and found again
profile after profile I seek thee
let's bless, the curse
darling to heavenly grounds
transition our fated paths.

No more sadness your joy and pain is my own into the forest land we roam free at last, nothing can break us apart

No Naga snakes can deceive me
to strange geek sociopathic Medea infested lands mislead ****,
nor poison me.
I feel safe in the dream scripted
for us crafted

I know there's only,
only one like you
There's no way they could have made two we are uniquely tied in one dream
St JudeOhpat my Saint
you're all I'm living for
Your love I'll keep for ever more
King of Hearts Adam true love
I am your Eve lover.
Thine beauty Eve is me Karijinbba
from here to eternity.
Ye paint mine own Heart's divinity;
two spirit souls forever one in unity
my first love my last
oh my everything!
glued together babe oh babe
sweet baby oh darling
I love you.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
By; Karijinbba 08-2020

Well dear poet Diya
Your poem inspired my next one.

How lovely expressed your story poem reposted on the page of a great Poet I am so fond of
Master Poet Pagan Paul
my loyal reader writer
gracious poet on HP

Through the years
poet Pagan Paul is a
loyal amazing writer.
~~~~
So dear poet Diya
I see the glass half full not half empty nor overflowing,

So do not cast spells on yourself
Roses aren't death!
Be careful what you think and write it becomes law.

The rooms filled with roses for me inferred by my own ancient true love are ALIVE because I watched E.T The movie
and my beloved was there too with his face among the toys hiding in a love letter he sent to me anonymously.

So even though we are apart temporarily
we aren't divided in heart
nor soul by divine doing.

My E.T out worldly is!
And he has powers to bring dead roses to thrive alive again!
For, such is the power of love
the prayers of the heart are true.

Many times I buy Roses instead of food and then I fast steadfast
His roses aren't death they are alive in me in most mine art.
No one is able nor allowed to curse me nor his Roses or his memory in me.
Nobody can place any spells on this divine sacred fact.

Oh well Dija thanks for your "Midnight" poem inspiration.
~~~~~
By:Karijinbba
Copy Rights apply.