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 Mar 2017 Kalesh Kurup
Yasmine
through words,
I heal my wounds
by completely exposing them
Meditative fly
sits in a lizard's bull's eye,
deceptive calm reigns.
 Mar 2017 Kalesh Kurup
Traveler
Who can be classified as a Troll
Is there a criteria that lets us know
If we were a Troll ourselves
Would that affect our mental health

Under the bridge of a poetic mind
Surely the Troll will strike in due time

To show us our ways
Have somehow gone south
Straight out of lines
They'll run their big mouths

And so here I'll simply define
A Troll is a person who crosses the line
A questionable comment without a like
Are you trying to be irritably polite
....
Sorry someone needed to say it!
Traveler Tim

I would love to hear your thoughts on Trolls
We can all learn something
My mind is not closed!
 Mar 2017 Kalesh Kurup
Onoma
Sprung
 Mar 2017 Kalesh Kurup
Onoma
Having spake pishposh to

naked trees, booming baritone,

what once shrunk with cold

began to unscrew.

Lacquered limbs from hyperextensions

of daylight, a sensuous twiddle

caught fingers, they began combing

a tongue for hair.

Slipping the ***** of its unpronounceable

fever, Mount Parnassus pitched

heights, as an uncanny greenery loosed

the lips of poetry.
 Mar 2017 Kalesh Kurup
nivek
catch glimpses of the shadow
it hides so well
ducts around the corner

my shadow self
your shadow mingles with mine
our shadow on the wall

we began to run
all too late

but love has a twist of fate
we meet in the light.
The first 'Like' notification
Literally threw me over the moon
Now I can say I know what 'THE COW' felt
The first 'Humble' comment
Hit me right through my chest
I swear I died and went to heaven
Now I can say HE knows how grateful I am
The first 'Collection' addition
Welcomed me to a new country
Now I can say I know what it's like
To hold multiple citizenship
Since I landed on this planet of words
Its breeze hitting me  'hi' and 'hello'  
I can say I hear my name for the first time
And it feels like Poetry

                              © Belema .S. Ekine
This is a lil something to show my appreciation for the kind and warm reception from my HP peeps.
We all should be in the company
Of beauty, of all kinds
Women are art in the form of beings
Those filled with fire,
With a soul that burns and burns
The ones who turn into music
Those who paint in dreams
Till the sun comes up
Telling stories with their movement
Dancing to the sound of the wind
Beauty & intelligence & the love of life
All in one, laying on the sand
Feeding on the wonders of the world
Capturing passion through the eyes
As the water floats over their skin
Sing to me, sing to me
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