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Roses are red...

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Roses are red The sky is blue But  Isn't it true, that skies turn red too And boy, I tell you I once saw a rose blue And swear I, such was its hue that left me amazed, the closer i grew And I must tell you of the red sky I knew (it) looked like a satin in the sky someone sewed Wonder fills one's eyes to see it, I'll give you this cue, no other colour makes it more beautiful, that much is true.

The Village-Town Girl - NaPoWriMo - #25

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She was a girl of a small village town a small town, with fields brown But in the fields, there were other colours too green and yellow yes, with ponds clean & blue The houses were beautiful, and so were the folk but there was a problem, hidden beneath a cloak See in that town, there were no young men only ageing and old, except for the women And women were there, mind you aplenty each home with daughters, less than a twenty And just as the rest, this girl had no boy a friend hadn't even met one she, let alone do some time spend  In all of seventeen years of her life, she never once thought she could be a wife And spent her time she, hearding the sheep sitting by the stream, slipping into sleep But one day, when she opened her eyes, she found a boy standing near, to her surprise And asked him who he is, and whence he come, so he said he was travelling, as it was autumn Travelling where, the maiden wanted to know why, to here my

The World Outside - NaPoWriMo - #23

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Mommy, is it true? Tell me, is it true that outside, there is a place where, water flows freely on the rocks, and it flows and it flows and it flows, it never stops; tell me, is that true? Yes dear son, my baby, it is true; but that place is in heaven, it is not here, here is only the small tanks, which you see; you see, the water is very costly, only so much for you and me But tell me mommy, does my friend lie? Omar, my friend, who lives three containers away; he says, there is a place outside, where so many trees stand,  that you cannot see the sun; he says, it is called a forest Yes love of my life, there is that place, but not in this world dear child; he must be, talking about the heaven again, where lie hundreds of fruity trees, for you all waiting in line No!! But he says it is here, in our world, and he says there are so many animals, on the ground and even in water, all outside the wall; tell me mommy, how can anyone live in water? don't they eve

Desert - NaPoWriMo - #22

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From Google The sun climbs up quite early here For it has no mountains to mount, no buildings to shine through not even trees to filter from The wind comes charging with might making a scandal with land breaking it apart into tiny pieces,  carrying it along, changing its face The rain comes too, sometimes, seldom, does it quench the thirst a thirst of thousands of years, a thirst that remains, much before it has gone Nothing lives long here; nothing, of colour can walk and retain that beauty for long unless you are a cacti and have thorns it's as simple as you dry, you die and get born You will find spirits here though, spirits of old age; the ones who survive, along with the crawlers of the sand, the ones who know the place and call it their own land

Happy Beginnings - NaPoWriMo - #12

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There are days when you, think of the wonderful past © anonymous. From google. those beautiful memories, which will forever last Meeting new people who have, come to be your lifelong friends visiting exciting places with them, and trying out blogging trends Discovering a writer in yourself, writing to make laugh and cry feeling up n above the clouds, thinking why didn't you earlier try Experiencing the innocence of thoughts, filling your heart with joy reading those posts by your friend, you so wait for, adore and enjoy The excitement you feel when you, see how similar you both think how relatable everything is, you, might as well simultaneously blink You share anything you find of interest, and eagerly wait to discuss and you talk of many other things, which to you are surely precious You laugh and you cry with them, share your wrongs and your rights and you don't even notice when, you start talking whole nights Then time comes when you, finish each

The Abandoned Pool - NaPoWriMo - #5

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Pool There is a swimming pool where I stay I haven't seen anybody swim in it or play There is no water there inside of it, only dust and more dust and a mattress or two Those mattresses, I don't know how they came to be Maybe they were under pressure, wanted to be free There's clearly a pair of denim there, and a cluster of leaves maybe, finding clothes in the pool, is not of their pet peeves 'Their' you ask, who is 'their'? obviously the 'others', love, isn't it clear? The others, who stay at the same place I do, maybe for them, it's totally cool to let it stew Anyway, not unlike the pool, the fence is a bit rusting, but I don't see why it won't do with a little dusting Maybe it's time, the pool would use a hand or four, to shine it up, and let the water soar

The Country Life - NaPoWriMo - #4

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Have you lived in the country, brother Dew you go forth and try it sometime The days break early there,  with the fresh dew glistening atop You can find some ponds still clean, where the sun makes the water gleam The alleyways feel soft and spongy,  like a kneaded dough in brown The nights show you what black is, and you can catch the  tiniest tinkles in the sky And when it rains, oh, and when it rains there is only wonder in your eyes Colors How the colours come out of those boring things and how everything comes so alive You hear the songs of the birds and quiet happiness of your friends in the farm You smell the heavens on earth,  and feel your heart sing along The life is simple there, dear brother and the afternoons are long You will want to sit under a tree, once in a while and introspect on this life Who knows, you might become a poet even and move there with your wife

Advice to Her - NaPoWriMo - #3

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Dear Princess Listen This world is unequal it is divided into two And that, you must know --- --- --- If I tell you that a birdie, can fly much better than we You can say, sure yes daddy, but can it run faster than me? And if I say you’re small, like a ball of softest wool and the sky is much more higher, that can measure any tool That the unicorn is much whiter, than anything ever made for it lives in wonder wonderland, unlike anything ever made You can accept those things, and still be happy my dear  for they only are a wonder, and you have nothing to fear But if I say ever, that you cannot just fly or cannot just go out there, because you’re too shy And if I say ever, that your dreams are too big, that the world is too scary, too ‘real’ for a girl That you cannot build your own way, like a boy might make his own Or that person that you so much like to, but can never be your joy Then you tell me, oh dear daddy,

This Kind of Poem - NaPoWriMo - #2

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A poem, I was told, had to rhyme, it should ring like a wind-blown chime, it should When the words, take space on the sheet, they must also mean, something, indiscreet, they must And the laughs should be high, like the limit of the sky And the love and the pain, in your loss, or in gain Must be seen through your heart like the colour shades in an art For the emotions must reign, in  the expression of a sight plain And only then, you have a song , you do feel proud, to have it sung, you do