"noncholant" poems
I have all the reasons to believe,
All the evidence to give,
That Faith of all after Eve,
Came to my soul to live,
To hold my hand to the wedding eve.
A women from another mother,
Assumes her class for this poor thing,
Whose several proposals have yielded nothing,
Perharps for poor presentation,
And presumably doubts of my being.
The pics you sent me the other time,
I find my eyes gazing at them more often,
Whenever you call or I do,
Learns soul and body gets alert,
******** not to forget.
How you start a conversation,
Always with a calm noncholant voice,
Makes my thalamus restructure its pitch,
Just to make my vocals present a fair draft,
All in a bid to impress my one in a million.
That birthday surprise,
Left me mouth agape,
The concern and commitment in your voice,
Have made me harden my stand,
And declare a love sentence .
The later promise,
To me equals a nightmare ,
Like a Christian to rapture tale,
My being awaits affirmation,
Of your mouth watering promises.
I love it when you say,
"Omi chonjo"
Its a reassurance,
That liberates my heart ,
From fear of losing its queen.
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 2:10 AM UTC
Feel you within
See you fill in
Enough with all them feelings
Do away all them peelings
No more sad
No more pity
Very little to add
To all but fifty
Free me from human emotions
Feel me for my ample notions
Forget all and your fussy lust
Even when you tire or combust
See me within
Feel me fill in
I know I'll fill me in
When I forget to feel
Aug 20, 2017
Aug 20, 2017 at 12:21 PM UTC