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#THE PERFECT MAN

The perfect man exists in fairy tales and ballads but in truth,such doesn’t exist. Sometimes,the world can be portrayed in stories,poetries how it would be preferred .But when these depictions fail reality, we become disappointed. A love so perfect is crafted in stories when such does not exist. When you make up your mind to understand that no one is perfect, then,you wouldn’t live a single day of life disappointed.

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Sperale

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#PAST

Sometimes,the past can be a place of strength. Knowing how strong we were could be the enhancer of our courage needs to stand in times of storms and difficulties.

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Sperale

Posted in OTHER POEMS

OLD FRIEND

I love bonfires and cracking infernos.

The swift and staggery hopping around it,

By salacious couples in brown velvets

Crossly paired like a night of eclipse

Enjoying wholly the plains, sights and beaches

Riding the entire earth in a single solemn night

But i love more the fallen trees and broken twigs

Bordered by mouldy mosses and hearty hornworts

The screeching birds and the mischievous wild cats

All warping around the tranquil woods

Just deep echoes, and sombering crickets

But beauty to deeper eyes

And as golds to the fire,to the organized mind

I love them all;fields of green memories.

Relentless lovers in cold suns and heavy storms

They feed,drink and dance together like the knights of Camelot

I love him more and she caught my heart more.

Old as timber and yet stronger have they waxed

The Camilles to the klauses

Whose ears don’t go sour to agonizing screams

The calms to the stormy nights

And the soothers to the afflicted

None weighs more rubies than old friends that ceaselessly care

If you have them,hold unto them

As the ants hog the sugar

Before you realize bitterly that you can’t do it alone.

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Sperale

Posted in MONOLOGUE, OTHER POEMS

SHADES OF BROWN

Shades of brown,

The dry dusts that caper and caper,

Dancing dastardly to foggy rhythms,

Which is the supercilious wind.

Halt! Peevish things!

A forceful host,I have become

Of your unmannerly spite.

For Rose awaits on the meadows yonder,

A beauty like the shimmering petals,

That oozes infallibility.

Harmattan,

That blows hell and ice.

Disdainer of lovers,

That sours sweet kisses with broken lips.

Harmattan,

The necromancer of filthy dusts,

That clings on hags and belles.

Harmattan,

How will i explain my five seconds blondness to Rose?

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Sperale.

Posted in OTHER POEMS

#BEAUTY

He gazed,he gazed and he gazed.

In search of capturing words

Only to find none

The sabre,they say,is part of the swordman

The anvil makes the blacksmith

And the words make the wordsmith

How come he wanes on a such poetic night?

For beauty is an allurer and twister of the soul

Sometimes, she exhumes poesies from the deepest grave

And smears them unto hearts

Sometimes,she makes popinjays dumb

The eater becomes eatable

Beauty inspires,it also fades

Beauty is craved and it’s also wasted

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Sperale

Posted in QUOTES

#ANOTHER

You should not be disquieted by the gruesome thoughts of another. Remember,you are not responsible for what goes on in the head of another. Ice cream is sweat but its an allergy for another. So,move past the sad moments caused by another.

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Sperale

Posted in OTHER POEMS

PHOENIX

Upon those smouldering sands,

Where a thousand crevices laid,

Bordered by mosses and myrtles,

Where the seas roared and the crows cackled.

Upon those rocks,

Where the adders passed the stormy nights,

And the Dryads gaze upon lover’s fest.

Upon those pyres,

Where the Phoenix basked in the euphoria of the sun,

Pinning away in to smithereens.

Upon those ashes,

Shall be the rise.

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Sperale