Hymns of silence
These are moments that,
Carry me in unison,
With melodies of life.
You find me humming,
My sweetest song.
When deep in solitude,
I realize this:
Silent has a hymn,
With a cute rhythm,
With a scheme of rhyme....
Hymns of silence,
Say it again,
Hymns of silence.
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Granny Used to Smoke
Granny used to smoke,
She had her special cigarette.
Granny used to smoke,
She had her special style to.
Granny used to smoke,
She used to send me to shop.
Granny used to smoke.
She used to smoke this way:
Putting the glowing side,
Inside her mouth cavity,
And hers is to release,
Trains of smoke!
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A Blister of Fate
All is but the name
You keep it for fame
Am an observer!
But it's nice to be
For the great it does to me
Am a victim!
I curse you my stew
I found you hard to chew
Am a patient!
Oh, here we join
To explore the groin
Call us AN EXPERT!
Love is a blister of fate
When it hurt then you hate
So am a poet!
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A Day of More Nights
The long spinning nights,
When darkness chase lights,
Here come minds of the rights;
Yes! What that life hides,
The few we miss, loveth,
And can haveth,
Despite a skip of a breath,
Distance push them further.
Time become limited to one another,
But thoughts bind us together:
And a day can have more nights!
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James! Of Four!
This father to James is funny
He has a very funny naming
Not only to what he sees
But also what he sires
He's monogamous
Married to the mother to James
His wife is the mother to
These only four kids of his
His firstborn was named;
Firsterson
And the second was named;
Seconderson
Now he made the botany as funny
When he named the thirdborn;
Thirderson
Wonders had to form a chain
I wonder
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A Good Sermon
A good sermon should be like
A miniskirt:
Short enough to arouse interest
But long enough to cover the essentials.
Okay, seal my lips
Since silence is the only statement
That has zero misquote
Please this is not blasphemy
Forgive I if it is
Am I lost?
This's a message to
Him or her who hold
A position to address
Hear me say
A GIANT SERMON
Doesn't raise more converts
Neither does it make you a saint
Stick to this:
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Price Tags of Wishes
A night without darkness
I know you won't take off your dress
So you won't guess a nap
With your head drowned
In a pool of live fantasy
Just like I do for you my sole
Never will I let you fall
In me you exist whole.
In the night, good night
In the morning, good morning
What about, nice time
And of the journey, safe journey
So I see you, welcome
After no see, wow!
Expensive you are
More like a new model car
If God had placed on you price tags
Then I could've been a miser of hugs
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Just Flipped The Page
Just counting days,
And constructing ways,
Staying out on look,
Reading our dairy book,
It's good I can memorize,
So, sure I'm t realize,
So and so much more.
I've flipped to the sophomore,
Now am yearling,
Since I started calling you darling.
Flip! Flip! Flipping the page,
To read an affair, a year of age,
We just begun yesteryear,
A period seeming so near.
Instead it creat my story
For this very first anniversary.
Just flipped the page,
One year old of age,
Is our relationship,
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Widow of Massacre
Some said she lost,
None said she crossed,
Nothing was known clear
Something about her was fear.
Everything, though said,
She's a widow of massacre.
If asked, she never say,
because witness you can pay,
She lost hee husband,
Then lost her hand.
Everything, though said,
She's a widow of massacre.
Behind her, there're stories,
Behind stories, there's worries,
Her village was ambushed,
And in bullets, washed.
Everything, though said,
She's a widow of massacre.
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True Friends
I love walking in rain,
Then none knows,
I'm shading tears!
Rain's my true friend,
Because it take away my shame.
For sure, for trust,
Frienfships require real effort,
When everyone of us 's busy,
Simple message reminds me,
Am not forgotten.
Only rain ever says this,
In a cyclone of winter-summer.
Standing on a platform,
Of sincerity,
Spending life with who maketh thee
Happy, is good
Than, who thy hadst to impress,
So, fringe thine self with,
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