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 I had four That was it I was understood Too unsure of myself for that year to be my favorite When it came to everyone else I was just anoth... [read more] |
 He castrated many bulls.. before branding them.. and then ear tagging them.. he joked about their mountain oysters.. as he ate them.. and... [read more] |
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You have all these people Struggling to get a piece of your love and affection Meanwhile I’m struggling Wanting someone to even look in my d... [read more] |
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Do we put it on for company So the voices will make us feel less alone? Images of what we want, what we need, what we must look like Fooling... [read more] |
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BIRD CHOIR When more than 1 human speaks at a time some say ...cacophony When birds and frogs croak .. by the babbling creek and the wind... [read more] |
 O heart of mine, if I want, Every hurdle will clear away, In front will be destination, With only my will to guide my way. O gnawing pain,... [read more] |
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Harsh winds howl again, Not from the moumtain tops, Or from the sandy shore, But where there's abundant pain. My life is not what it seems,... [read more] |
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A collaboration with (Sabiha) Madeeha Naveed Ahmed. Madeeha begins poem and Naveed responds: THE MAN IN MY LIFE The man, who came into my... [read more] |
 That Happy Chica She's a beauty that's easy to see, deep inside is a story unseen. With her witty charm and cunning smarts, I loved her per... [read more] |
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I spin a web of deceit and invite you to my home I share my food with you and lure you in to my bed You will be consumed with passion, slowl... [read more] |
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Lying in the grass on a warm summers evening gentle breezes caress the trees softly As the music of crickets fills the air colorful hues of... [read more] |
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Lovers sneak out into the night to meet in their secret place Laying under the night sky only a grass-stained blanket below them Passionate... [read more] |
 I hear the sound of sirens in the distance Proving there are those that have trouble with coexistence Even though it’s been this way since... [read more] |
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Summertime, hot winds blow, no respite. Water smiles, from the sea, have to earn. Stuffy rooms, daily grind, of this life. Tea, coffee, s... [read more] |
 July the twenty second is The Feast of Mary Magdalene Whose loving eyes were verdi-gris, Her body smelled of Jessamine. Called “Sinner” -... [read more] |