Different Strokes of Poetry

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Friday, July 9, 2010

Blank is where the heart is...

Blank is where the heart is, reeling Swank is where the mind is, displaying Crank is where the stomach is, cringing Plank is where the hand is, leaning! Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Bah bah, Politician,have you any sense?

Bah, bah, politician, Have you any sense? Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full One of incense One of nonsense One of material that makes you dense. Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, June 4, 2010

When i was slowly watching my house ...

When I was slowly watching my house decaying away I paused to myself for a moment and asked if I wanted it to stay It's like nobody's child, It's like nobody's child Just like a flower, it has often been guiled No tender brushes, No water gushes, Nobody's caring for it It's like nobody's child. Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Just what is love?

So many writers have talked about it So many poets have gone lyrical about it So many people have fallen in it But what is love remains elusive, get it? Is it about caring Is it about sharing Is it about infatuation Is it about understanding? Is it about daring Is it being hard to get? Is it about... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, May 10, 2010

From the depths of my being, my love...

From the depths of my being, my love, I want you n I want u I want to have the pleasure of keeping you always happy n content I want to have the pleasure always of the joys that u bring to me But Time is running out and there's no sign of comin in Time is acting flighty even of our proximity Then... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

A treasure hunt and a pleasure hunt

A treasure hunt may never yield a treasure but a treasure may be discovered by accident A pleasure hunt may never yield pleasure but pleasure may be coming from a mature relationship. Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, April 11, 2010

As the leaves rustle..

As a soft cool breeze blows and caresses the leaves they rustle as a love-groan. It triggers the sparrow to make nest calls and hop twigs in excitement. Some twigs retire and fall on the dry leaves creating a bustle And together all this creates a beautiful harmony to add one's voice to. Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

It's hard, but I must...

It's hard to say goodbye to the land in which I was born It's hard to say goodbye to my people before I move on But move I must for my sanity and stop begging for charity begging for love and care and my daily daily fare Whether or not I survive Whether or not I thrive I have to move and dive never... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, March 15, 2010

That's Love

No length, no breadth but cannot say no depth No height No width but yes, yes, it has pith No questions No answers It's auto-read and feelers There's a breeze and a blush There's a storm and a gush Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, March 1, 2010

No one, no stability,

I have no one to understand me and nowhere to go No one to want me and nowhere to flow No stability in my life always always strife Why can't I be my love's wife? Sign in to see full entry.

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