Monthly Archives: April 2017

____ mirage

____ mirage weekly going to nursing homes teaches me a reality, a lesson, that beauty is fading with time especially with women, the girls; fifty years make a vast difference, the cause for my heart to mourn. where had those … Continue reading

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____ If my life ….

“Life must be poetry, a song, a dance, like a flower on the roadside, blossoming for no one in particular, but spreading its fragrance in the wind, and sending it anywhere.”  Lao Tzu If my life is a poem, I … Continue reading

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Poetic Contemplation On Melancholy

Melancholy, please don’t leave After you hang my heart on leaves, on tree branches. Music no longer tastes bland but smells like incense; Kindness becomes exquisite, stays behind to beckon. Melancholy turns my engraved frown into a bloom Smiles on … Continue reading

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LOVING WORDS FROM OUR FATHER

LOVING WORDS FROM OUR FATHER Let not your heart be troubled When you tend after My people. You must remain strong To remove their hearts’ thongs. Show them the foretaste of heaven With your sentiments, thoughts remaining therein. Disregard you … Continue reading

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LOVE IS MY DORMANT ACT

LOVE IS MY DORMANT ACT Treat love as the art of a heart As the child born from the deepest desire As the drink quenching enormous thirst As the poetic words the heart would die while suppressing As the painting … Continue reading

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WHOLE AS THINE

WHOLE AS THINE Lovingly consecrated to his Lord He ought not to feel the cord Which disgrace wrapeth his heart In all things he disregardeth Even the populace dish disgrace on him With contempt or to his face disdain He … Continue reading

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LIKE A TRAIN STATION

LIKE A TRAIN STATION My life is like a train station Passengers come and go in fluid motions Few imprint memorable marks Most had long left Like ghostly figure in the dark For me as a reserved modest idealist All … Continue reading

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