“To control one’s self is to stay on course.”
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Jan-16-2010
Greenfullmoon
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Potpourri
A liner
My poem
I exists because God wants me,
To wander the entire humanity
And guess what I can share to thee?
My poem that’s full of melody
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Jan-16-2010,past midnight
Greenfullmoon
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Timeless (love poem)
Though our lives are temporary
Our Spirit’s shall dwell into eternity
And in eternity I will always carry
The love for you on earth I treaty
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Jan-14-010
Greenfullmoon
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Preface
White is lifeless
where contrast is wanting,
when the blankness of words
echo the need to talk;
to befriend someone–
the language of strangers
is silence before hello.
But when you look at me
like that
and show your radiant smile,
all the mental walls
collapse around me.
I shed my color of white
and turn to red–
I’m blushing all over
before you.
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The Cook Out
They were doing barbecue in the patio
The warm noonday breeze wafted the aroma
Of steaks, broiled potatoes-in-skin pressing through
Screen doors, settling in the hems of curtains
The savory smell of burnt fat of t-bone edges
Hovered tantalizingly despite the gusty breeze
A sudden downpour sent the cook scampering for cover
Upsetting the heavy grating, scattering the smoldering
Embers hissing a...
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Sweetheart (Acrostic)
Sleep tight
herein my arms
While the night's
enveloped with warm.
Evening lights
are bringing charm,
Enchanted and bright
released with rhyme
Tis a wonderful night
tis for us, sweetheart of mine
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Young Lady
curly eyelashes which surround
each elliptical eyes
overhanged by prominent,
lustrous black eyebrows
leaving a deep expression
of solemnity and awe;
long, dark shiny hair
rest upon yer shoulders
endearingly harmonized
with the lovely face;
enliven the sudden glow
of yer red rosy cheeks;
not to forget yer kissable lips;
lady-like features of a young girl
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040209A even words you let it flew
how much is enough?
i look up and laugh
as i could remember
unreachable; never.
when you came home late,
am i wrong to ask?
why you didn’t call,
have you ever thought
about it? probably not.
you came home screaming,
coz newspaper wasn’t pick,
dishes were not wash
am i wrong to ask
about these entire outburst?
you’re already mad
before you open my door.
have you ever thought?...
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Sarah’s Pen
Pen, Pen, Sarah’s Pen
She wants her pen always open
To write on her cherished diary
The things transpired into eternity
Oh how Sarah loved her pen
T’was given to her by her boy-friend
And guess how young when she was then
A dose of puberty, she was ten
She never lost this special pen
Until college when she met Ren
But Ren was...
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Sentimental Fool (A Tanka)
poems are made by fools like me
rhymed words fill each line
endeared by your memories;
clouds vanish easily
yet they’ll never, never die
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