Month: October 2019

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Little she knew that her heart can sway,
The love in a heart little by little sprouted,
As every moment of good, bad and hurting defined,
By every thought, word she spoke, and move she made.

Through the valley of her time in youthful charms, she ran,
What fell, what earned, what embraced, Oh’, she didn’t care,
Loveliness of the dark woods through which she passed defined,
Ah’, dreams took a dark page from those memories of her past.

Always to a happy moment way back in her past she chased,
Oh’, in looks, ways, and speech she kept that little girl in the eyes,
Of a world that aged beyond her views and charms of life,
From that world came the man of her life and she rejected.

Love of a girl may sway with the worldly chaos and views,
But her man stood smiling even when his unloved heart ached,
Drown he will not in the temptations of the exotic world,
Love he will not another soul other than the soul he loved.

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Flames upon the hills grew large right before Sun rose,
Ah’, morning twilight set every dying leaf on fire one last time,
And light crept in, melting frost, Oh’, peace in mind wrote a dream,
Where colors of fall like ballerinas danced, praising your love for me.

Trees stood still waiting for winds to make them dance and chant,
Nightly insects rested for a day-long sleep away from light,
Man-made roads, Oh’, paths of dark, that led to man-made realms,
Light sparkled dust on road that glittered in praise of your love for me.

Drying leaves held melting dew and let it fall like a ritualistic offering,
Cold through the air filled, Sun his attention to southern lands focused, Up north gearing up with storms and freeze is a wrath-filled winter,
And the fallen dew prayed for your love for me lasting to eternity.

The living and unliving united in their praises and prayers,
Love inside of us bloomed like the springs of a millennium,
Drowned is the pain, the sorrow-filled nights, melting days,
Softness stormed my soul in love for you that made me a strong man.

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Stronger and stronger passions in me grew,
As time counted age and age discarded time,
From life that fell like the falling leaves of fall,
The man outgrown strength of passions pursued.

The battle for love Oh’, light from soul eroded,
But in every new day from darkness, I woke,
To fabricate into my soul a ray of hope,
Ah’, seasons stitched years into a fabric of love.

Though years passed since her birth my time too passed,
When into her eyes I looked that, Oh’, rays of hope raised,
Stars of love in the depth of soul and hopes danced,
In the folds of my heart to the music in her heartbeats written.

Past is past that joined the hands of history,
Love left my soul and told her truth-filled stories of my life,
Oh’, the young heart of her may not understand the reality,
That every beat of her heart from her birth fueled me to be me.

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Rains came in spring and the puddle filled,
Children came out from the frosty homes and played,
The puddle they drained, rains came back and filled,
A flower across the street grew and reflected in the puddle.

The loveliness of spring through city life spread,
Lovers walked around the puddle smooching in giggles,
Rains left, warmth sweat and summer rains puddled.
Flower drooped, died and nothing from the puddle reflected.

Many wrote new romantic legends none ever spoke,
Many romances failed and some tears into the puddle fell,
Gladness and sadness mixed but brought to life balance,
All passed over a little puddle of water now with dirt darkened.

Fall rain brought down leaves and the flowering plant too fell,
Many leaves into the puddle rolled where they became dust,
The winter came with wrath and howled across the plains,
Filled the puddle with ice and replaced dark with whitest white.

But under the dust, with warmth from the ground puddle held
Seed none took left by the helpless dying flowering plant,
Life no wrath of the winter can kill as the warmth kept the life,
Oh’, no romances succeeded can feel the warmth of that love.

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The thunders and lightning up above the horizons rested,
No rain fell, just a tired man in wishing what best can happen,
Ideas in his mind popped, they filled pages and a sweet-mind,
Nature calmed down, air slowly cooled, all stripped pretty trees.

The tired man hunted imaginations and ended up being haunted,
By ununderstandable sins, he never committed, but guilt felt,
In conscience who cared for nothing, knew nothing about love,
A girl felt, yet, in the screams of her world strangled and drowned.

Flowers in the night bloomed still will spread scents to attract,
Oh’, each other they loved and their love so wildly spread,
Many dreams faded, many dreams lingered and many dreams birthed,
And his love spread scents but lost in the darkness she made.

The magnificence of time none noticed, ah’, through cycles time move,
Every cycle when Earth rotates repeats to their heart each other’s love,
As every time in darkness he searches one pessimistic thought comes,
Oh’, a much older man she loves, love she can never kill and drown.

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Gladness came to me to the rhythm of nature danced,
When a happy smile upon your face I left,
Sweetness in the air spread, when you smiled again,
Thinking about the depths of verses I wrote.

The distractor, my conscience, danced with the devil,
And sang “Longing for the touch of lips,
Longing for the touch of nose upon nose,
Longing for heartbeats to become steady and rhyme,

And longing to bury sadness that haunts,
Sadness through the veins ran with lonely howls.”.
I sat back and let conscience draw the images,
None made sense in dark, but one stood out bright.

If I were that young man who can hold your hand,
To the temptations of conscience, I would have succumbed,
And worked hard to make you smile again and again,
Oh’, age had taken me far, far from any temptations.

So smile bright young star, in the purity of your conscience,
May the future ways to future days be bright like your smile.

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The new birthed boy all-around at everyone looked,
All wondered for many minutes, then all night he screamed,
Then the light of the world he saw, from darkness day birthed,
Baby steps he took, learning from all, about the world.

Even from childhood days, the elusive little boy searched,
For the balance of good and bad but the world misunderstood,
The cunning world only the wide open-mouthed boy saw,
Through them the odorous machinations of the world he learned.

Empires through malicious brutality established hailed,
Crimes in every eye shut by the mockery of the few,
Lies again and again spoken to give a feeling of truth,
Truth mostly never birthed even when birthed, drowned.

Evil upon everything touched, conquered and danced,
Science used to manipulate masses into ungodly mongrels,
That which meant to protect and prosper humanity used,
To organize, oppress, obliterate masses unquestionably.

He learned all those rules and to break each of them he learned,
Still, life boiled and gave and essence in a magnificent choice,
Prosper in the wild, wickedness of the evil world,
Or be a pauper who hails the good in the love of a wonderful girl.

Wrote about his love for “Little Boss” and remain the LonelyPoet.

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The nature like an artwork of magnificence stood,
Even as fall rain fell on all and everything stood soaked,
The waterproof gear kept me dry and every sense in alert,
Even through falling rain, moving steps of my prey I heard.

Step, by step I closed and on the way, I shed all sadness,
Then for my prey to step into my sight, sat and waited,
The scope brought details from far to up close,
And what near, Oh’, forgetfully by senses ignored.

The mind spread through the growth around as if in a spell,
And senses spread hand in hand like a net through I felt,
Every bit of living, growing and the unliving nature laid,
The waiting ended, the prey in my sight, finger on trigger placed.

Before I pressed a thought through my senses spread,
A question “Is there a better killer of my misfortunes?”,
Nature and senses shown a better killer than my conscience,
One flower, well bloomed, like a smiling Little Boss she stood.

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The mirrors feared if I looked at them so I did not,
The birds silently sat as in meditation I walked,
The winds not to carry any scent of me so stayed afar,
Oh’, the world, times beyond, without her love, unfortunate I am.

As her love in silent reverie danced in solitude,
Ah’, in my mind images I painted a life of happy times,
Where held hands and locked lips wrote romances unspoken,
But felt by generations to come from heaven and ones reached heaven.

As my love I weighed against all the valuable humanity valued,
Ah’, not a grain of sand less felt even after the pitfalls of my errors,
Oh’, the ever forgiving God taught me to love better,
In good times, harsh times and in times when all I feel is Godly love.

So I see the mirrors brightened and clear to welcome my face,
Birds joining me in meditation with a flyby and hymn,
The winds swaying branches and joining the giggle of beauties,
Feeling the dance of the silent reverie may not be forever in solitude.

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The fallen rain joined hands on the ground and united,
They giggled at the drops coming from the sky in haste,
The wind swayed the trees and brought down in excitement,
Those little drops between the branches and leaves stuck.

When walking beneath the cold-free rain I thought,
How blessed are those birds in love with each other,
Together they sat and gave ears some last min songs,
Before their flight to the warm southern lands.

The fallen leaves signified the new season’s arrival,
But air still in the memory of summer stayed warm,
Beneath those leaves the of a lifetime of love lie,
Love with the imaginary skin touch of yours weaved.

Oh’, upon those leaves I didn’t walk as I felt,
The love beneath those so valuable but unclaimed,
Sadness tried her best to console my tired heart,
But thoughts about your happiness made me smile.

The smile that kept the air warm even in the autumn rain.

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