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Picture courtesy: meshawnsenior.wordpress.com We dance across Continents and time Death and time, The love story of humankind A tale told Since the beginning of man The death of time The death of man On tiptoes I dance to the sounds of my time I am afraid of awakening Ghosts of yesterday’s plans Waylaid on Highways that used to come here Stillborn schemes,

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Picture courtesy: www.adaptive-edge.com You are a song with feathers Perched deep inside, Words without words, Yet I sing, No stopping at all. You are a broken branch, Hanging on tight, Never letting go, Audacious enough to let Hips sway from side to side. That which keeps me Through the bitter cold, Saying, The beauty of tomorrow Comes in warm clothes. You are a child on the streets

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Picture courtesy www.us.123rf.com Houses reveal faces inside Smiles giggles and friendly frowns Sun breezes Sun flowers Grasses weeds twigs As butter flies bring beauty Death passes away. Hope truly an eternal spring Life is hope To hope is to live Life and hope Siamese twins that live within Every Tom Dick and Harry too. We live once but twice we die Death begins at the death of hope

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Picture courtesy www.sharecg.com You were not wrapped In linen Neither were you laid In a coffin We thrust you in dirt With clothes of nakedness Buried, That someday you may live No one wailed There was no ceremony We hurried with it We went on our way Yet water we did give you everyday, After all, thirst is everyday. Who sends water to the buried You ask? I bid you wait, Tomorrow

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Picture courtesy www.apps.who.int Remember that man? Oh you know the one. The one with a Frown so eternal. Always gets the dog yelping, As if it had just sat on its balls. Oh darn! Do you always need a spoon? Listen carefully, Offload the wax in your ears. I’ll tell you this much, But just the once Lest I be called a gossip. Shh…… Darn! Now where was i? Oh yes! That man. He got run

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Picture courtesy www.bsmarkham.com I’m on my way, But where to? Probably home, But where is home? Who has seen home? So many forks in the road I’m confused, Which way do I turn? Like a broken compass, I fail find true North. Its afternoon Yet I Walk in search of daylight. At night, Darkness gives my bit o sleep Sleepless nights. Like the hands of a clock I move to the rhythm of tick tock

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Picture courtesy www.bsmarkham.com That perfect orange, Haloed by a lighter shade At half past 4 Till barely 6 Roaming the skies Overlooking the smouldering savanna Downed powerlines The corruption of wooden electric poles, charcoal Listen to the tinder Dry shrubs Listen to the Thirsty trees Dry grass in tears The planting season has passed away Dust in flight Across the plains

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Picture courtesy www.stockarch.com You and me Just us two Let’s meet in the Nests of sunsets Next to each other Side by side On fallen tree trunks Among the tall trees Away from prying Eyes Like shadows in Between leaves Lose me in scents Smiles and evergreen Beauties of you I know there’s you And then there’s me But there’s nothing Better than you and me

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I saw madness It roamed the city streets Free, unbridled Making nonsense of sense. I saw madness, Sit still, at ease. It was beautiful, It was humbling.

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LIKE NOTHING..... Picture courtesy www.commons.wikimedia.org It was like nothing You’ve ever felt Before It was madness In tailor-made suits And spit-shined shoes It was morning dew And moonlight on the Afternoon of a dry season It was writing right When all you’ve ever been Is left-handed It was running On ice cubes in bathroom Slippers with wet feet Truly it was, Like nothing

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Picture courtesy www.dailyhodgepodge.wordpress.com I go away not for wants But rather the have to(s) Of life demand it so. I leave your company Not knowing how long But it will be for only a while. I know of where I go But I know nothing of the place Yet you and father time have taught me I’ll never be out of place no matter the place. When it rains remember me, When it shines

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Picture courtesy www.clipartof.com A voice, It is nothing but sound. A voice, A photograph in time. A voice serves no Purpose till pregnant with belief. Have faith, Have faith in your own voice. Only then will you become More than just a voice. Only then will you Stand out among so many others. Only then will the world Sit at your feet and listen to your voice. Where is your

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Picture courtesy www.stamping.craftgossip.com Rain drops beat Incessantly on the Roof of their umbrella In a fit of jealousy. Puddles of water Conspired with mud In futility as they Barely noticed the splotches. The sound of their Laughter rose up and Drowned out the clap Of thunder. The clouds hurried Along looking rather Embarrassed, The two lovebirds had Stolen their thunder.

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Picture courtesy www.mstaken.com Laughter hung on the Walls like paintings. Smiles straddled The window panes. The floor was see-through Like water from a spring. The corridors were lit By sunlight during the day. At night, The moon roamed the halls. As white clouds looked Upon me from far yet close by. Sweet air delighted the Senses with aplomb. Soft music slid down the

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Picture courtesy www.wamathai.com Words lie Yet words speak truth. Words hurt Yet words give life. Words make friends Yet words alienate. Words elevate Yet words condemn. Words bring love Yet words are hate. These ears hear words Yet they’re deaf to words. These ears Pay no heed to words. These ears, They seek undressed words. Naked, In full glare. That which seeks

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Picture courtesy www.amptoons.com Everything sits on The cusp of tragedy. A step too far Another too short A look too sideways The other too stiff. We’re quite far Yet pretty close Tragedy, It just sits and waits.

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Picture courtesy www.dekku.nofatclips.com Someone spoke to me, Of nothing but truth. But I have not the Slightest idea of truth. Yet when I heard it I knew it was truth. For it was humble and Refreshingly blunt.

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Picture courtesy www.photobucket.com I stared upon your Face and all I Saw was forever, Without knowing How long is forever. You painted silver Linings on the edges of My heart, Sunlight after sunset, You brought sunshine To my midnights. Yesterday Today Tomorrow, My days same, I listen to my fears cry Themselves to sleep. I sew a punctured heart with Threadless needles and tears As

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Picture courtesy www.universetoday.com Dust, On journeys at the Whim of the wind. Day sees no More than the Daylight. Night shies away From light at peace In the dark. Life stands on a precipice, Clad in faith and naked belief, Waiting to rend garments Of flesh.

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Picture courtesy www.123rf.com Smiles Woven in beauty Tease day and night. Laughter Falling off shoulders Caress the ears. Voice Like wild honey On swings by the seaside. Lips Two crescent moons Glazed in icing on a starry night. Dimples That leave eyes hiccupped Hearts a sea of random uncoordinated beats. Hair Raven black Like creeping plants following behind. Eyes Set alight

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Picture courtesy www.luckylabrescue.com Strings, Violins, violas Cellos and double basses. Woodwinds Oboes, flutes Bassoons and clarinets. Brass, Trumpets, horns Trombones and tuba. Percussion, Kettle drums, snare drums Cymbals and triangles. Others, Pianos and harps. Diversity, Fine-tuned harmony, That perfect symphony.

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Picture courtesy www.flickr.com Gone are the days when We could tell the coming Of the seasons. Our days have decayed Into a putrid mess tinged With fermented hope. Gone are the days when Fishing nets broke under the Weight of the catch. The sea sits irreparably Stained barely able to Mimic the blue sky. Gone are the days when trees Were majestic and could Afford to sway. The

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Picture courtesy www.florida-arts.org Where I come from, We’re in unending Reverence of the Eloquent and learned. So much so that We put them in cages With tempered bars, And entertain those with Tongues turned upside down.

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Picture courtesy www.site.k8websites.com Yesterday, We built next to Each other, Shared compounds and Told stories by firesides In the courtyard. Today, We hug walls and fences Peering over at each other, As though we were Diseased and at war With one another. Tomorrow, We’ll become Balloons and fly far from Each other, We’ll barely see one another Let alone dream of talking Like we are

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Picture courtesy www.examiner.com It was many years ago, We lay in mud huts And found peace on Straw mats. It was many years ago, We gyrated in the market Square Half-naked, half-mad To the sound of talking drums. It was many years ago, We drunk from calabashes And ate heartily out of corn Husks with our fingers out in the open. We now drink orange juice Without the orange fruit And

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