Some Noble Sacrifice

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For moments 
I can re-live our shared times
Long walks through the woods
Shared giggles while playing cards
Embraced by you when it rains

I'm aware of 
Time that past for such a noble dream
Would'nt fall & hummiliate myself twice
From this moment I take my own advice

Re-live with me or not, 
There is nothing to lose or sacrifice
Being one fisher or just a dreamer by the sea
All I can is to live on/of my borrowd time. 



Just my view of nonesense for amazing
Anthony's prompt at dVerse Poetics!
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Whisper - Fair Love




In whisper & in French she said,
as if she's afraid of my reaction.

My entire life, all I wanted
was to earn her trust.
Today while holding her hand
she is afraid of my reaction.

As her eyes shines, as I make sure
to tell her about my Love.
I scare her, not my intentions

My soul listens to her
thus my groaning life
I know, I know
I put myself in these situations

But don't ask how I pray
for more of her love
My impulsive pulse
will beg me to repeat,
 My entire life, all I wanted
was to earn her trust.
My humble emotions.






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Source of joy - Crush


I felt for eyes, hands
and lips that draw for me "The Smile"
Every time we get closer for a smalltalk
Each innocent touch, or compliment
I experienced happiness and joy.

Before I even knew, my joy
turned into my life's biggest sorrow
Some signals just developed to a life plan

How could I hope so much?
How could I not control my felicity.



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Mirror - The Arrival of The Deadman




Breathless, shattered 
still hurt from the cold nights 
I arrived to the heaven 
I found it like a mirror. 
Unlike other mirrors 
I could only see my truth

Death never scared me as
I would leave the misery
but relieved to know
That you wouldn't follow

Every lie I ever told 
Every falls signals 
I intentionally send
Was shown in the mirror
Lies as pure, condour 
like you wanted.

Thus, 
I looked closely, 
After the full-blown
The undivided story
My share of your life
To let this story,
Be my trophy.



for dVerse Poets - Deadman poems in the tradition of Marvin Bell.

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The Hobo - Observes



Some of us grow up as lions
Some of us grow up as lions
Others grow up as lion-tamers
Others grow up as lion-tamers
It's hard to believe in innocence 
Anymore now where we all exist.

A hobo once went on a tour
A hobo once went on a tour
He wandered and wandered 
He wandered and wandered
Until he realized that people
live in cages like lions.

The hobo with his stroller went vagabonding
The hobo with his stroller went vagabonding 
He met unhappy, rogue lion-tamers
He met unhappy, rogue lion-tamers
That would threaten and forbid
Just to be clapped at. 

Cheering audience finely approves 
Cheering audience finely approves
while the lion watches calmly
while the lion watches calmly
Only a hobo that observes
would know what the lion's thinking.



Writing paralleled at dVerse. Parody or poetry
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Confronted - dVerse Poetics






Defeated by straying 
Fill in the whole entity
Falter then stutter
Words gibber, 
Hum and haw.

No promised day
No cherished memory
How the presence,
Seem so continuance.
Approaching snake, stealthily
Without warning.




This is submitted to dVerse Poetics 
in which we may use the beautiful art of 
Cheryl Nelson Kellar.
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Abruptness Ode




Abruptness Ode

Comparing to others
You are existent in the sentiment
As you are the light of my eyes
Looking as the purity of my conscience
You are always pure and chaste
Rarity of a calming irrigation

There is a homeland for each lover,
& for each boat a harbor
& for each dreamer a glimpse of a vision.
Never had better description.








This is written for Laurie's prompt at 
Her prompt this week is
 "Letting Go."
Happy to be part of it this time.

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Absent



Back then, 
There used to be some
That will work under the sun
Digging all their hands in the mud
Sweating, building and rising
Building for me and my generation

Faces were curious looking down
Standing behind the curtains
behind the windows

Some faces could only been seen,
Become square as they appear,
From their windows

There were some kids carrying books,
Laughing at other kids when passing.

Sweat and mud filled the air.
People like me would just follow
The song as the builders sing.

The songs, voices would continue
And the windows, become absent faces 
Starring at us.





This poem is written for the promp
Please join us.



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My own Swan


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I saw you fly on the river like a swan
Trying to fly high above the water
Yet your wings touch the water
Water that makes your wings heavy
Beautiful they say, how swans fly calmly 

But someone like me would know
How you try to flee quickly 
Breathtaking they would say, 
I would know that's fear.

We all live in Glass houses
Nothing is hidden, not even our souls
Like Swans we react to danger 
And know how to flee
None of us can be safe

We can see each other 
Just some of us show more through the glass
& some of us hide and forget 
that nothing would be hidden in a glass house.

Be carefull my love
Hate can easily turn into fear.
But i wouldn't throw on you.



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Complete Existence



I'm with you now. 
Writing on your hand my vows & promises
Asking the Lord to keep the promise. 
So smile, I never knew Love 
except you, my Love.

All the day, I walk on the streets 
Lost, humiliated & counting the minutes
I cannot find myself, so 
I become my fathers daughter
Surviving, to meet you.

Then the night arrives 
& the hurricane in my life subsides 
Then I win back myself 
When I see you, while a tufts of your hair 
is covering some of your face
Oh my existence & the only evidence of my remain.

Your smile builds back my whole entity 
which was demolished in the daytime. 
To write on your hand promises 
that I wont ever fulfill, but my existence    
in you, makes me promise 




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