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 Aug 2016
K-mari AJani Jones
Paradise Child is
The world of different
Meaning like paradise
Is vacation
Sometimes poet and poetress
Need a plan called "paradise"
But to get that you
Have to able to feel comfortable
And wisdom.

I tell myself that
I am a Paradise child
To show the universe
That I am who I am
Looking for more information
Contained who is the Paradise
Child?

Paradise is Child
Child is Paradise
Paradise and the world are two
Things I love
And I hope that I am the
Paradise Child.

                      By K-mari ©2016
My queen,* *In the realm of beautifuls
Was but the fairest lady that ever walked
She who was as eye-popping as mew gulls

Her visage nothing but a complexion of roses
Beaming exquisitely with rainbow colours
A fire deep within my heart she'd arouse

She whose silvery smile could  unfurl
Like beauteous lotus blossoms in bloom
My heart deep within couldn't help it twirl

A queen with a gaily yet opalescent skin
As smooth as the blanket of the night skies
Blanketing her from the toes to the chin

And the fragrance about her breath
Could directly transport me to paradise
Whenever in her warm sweet embrace

Like whispering trees in a lonely breeze
Her voice was such soft and euphonious
Honestly, captivating yet bursting free

Whilst in darkness I craved not a lantern
For her starry eyes effulgently scintillated
With ethereal light that ceased not to stun

All birds in the heavens could cease to fly
Only to marvel at such novelty pulchritude
Whenever my queen dared to saunter by

Many said she ascended from the sky
Because once next to her you'd feel so
Yet some said from fairyland she did ply

Peerless was such my Queen's beauty
Thus all mankind, all animals and birds
Christened her
 "A reflection of beauty!"


©Kikodinho Alexandros
18th August 2016
#My queen #Poem #poetry
#Novelty pulchritude
 Aug 2016
Walter W Hoelbling
to give
while taking in

to feel
your life in mine

to rise
with you
on growing waves

to be aware
   in almost desperate desire
of nothing

but you

         * *
 Aug 2016
Valsa George
What has come over me of late
The sound of falling footsteps behind
Sends all my senses on a strike
Leaving me with thunderous pounding of the heart
My mind then buzzes with thoughts and I go dizzy
Why this happens to me every now and then
Is this what you call love?

Why I nurse the aura of a beautiful dream
Why I see the Earth wearing new shades
Why I feel the wind whispering to me a new tale
Why I doubt if there is greater melody in the twitter of birds
Why do I feel this moment intoxicating
Never have I felt like this before
Is this what you call love?

Of late I run to the mirror more often
Am I becoming another Narcissus
Falling in love with my own image
Why do I become so choosy in my dress
Why do I look around to see if anyone has seen me smiling to myself
I wonder what has happened to me these days
Is this what you call love?

Why do I see stars on a bare night sky
Why I feel the night air indolently fragrant
Why sleep eludes me even at the wee hours of the night
Making me sit delirious by the window
Hoping to catch the glimpse of a shadow
Why this happens night after night
Is this what you call love?

Why my mind wanders like an unattended kite
I grow excited, I grow restless
I grow impatient with time
Sometimes anxiety grips me
I sink and rise in the ocean of my moods
There is a visible change in me
Is this what you call love?
 Aug 2016
Stephan


Crape myrtle blooms form
the entrance now leading
Into the garden of
dreams that we share

Rose buds and hyacinths
tickle our senses
Blending their fragrance
so sweet with the air

Lantana flowers in
yellows of lemon
Paint summer sunrises
along the wall

Hibiscus petals are
raining so softly
Before our eyes as
their beauty does fall

Daffodil dimples now
show as they're smiling
Watching the two of us
learn happily

That since we met we
have found our dream garden
Grows of our love
now a reality
 Aug 2016
Stephan

When you awaken
with morning skies smiling
A hot cup of coffee
and love in your heart

Feel on the breezes
my endless affection
That flows ever stronger
this day we’re apart

Know that my thoughts
they do linger about you
Hoping your dreams
will forever come true

And hear these words
that I send in a whisper
As dawn is arising,
I'll always love you
 Aug 2016
Stephan
.

Minutes fail to move
as I sit here at my desk,
dress shirt and tie, wondering
why am I here,
when everything I want
is somewhere else

Watching the rain
through city streaked windows
dampening the day
Knowing in another place
sunshine dressed borders
glow in summer sleeves

And a cool north wind
cries along with me,
teardrops falling,
attempting to escape
this that is here
in a different fashion

Wanting to be there,
where you are,
wrapping my arms around you
like a warm shirt on a chair
holding onto you,
never letting go
 Aug 2016
Clare Veronica
There's something about her
that makes him caught up in his words
and sets his soul to rest.

Eyes that outshine even the morning star
and puts the sun to shame.
Infinite depth of her stare,
reflects beauty and lets you see
a mind that only makes her
althemore perfect.

With soft gaze that rivals
the moon's reflection on the ocean,
she holds innocence in the most simplistic form-
*flawlessly beautiful
 Aug 2016
Clare Veronica
And when I thought
I could never love again
I met you.
 Aug 2016
Clare Veronica
He had kissed her soft cheek
and understood what she meant to him.

He had breathed in her scent
and felt the completion that came with it.

He had felt her love for him
and known what heaven should be.

And like the utter fool he was,
**he had lost it.
 Aug 2016
brandon nagley
Alow her open pinion's
I glanced aloft mine
View;

Her nimbus was lit
And around her Lip's:
Heaven's color's
Renewed.

O' the strap's from mine feet
Were removed, as I fell
Back in awe and
Wonder.

I remember the day
I saw her face, the innocence
Of God, the beauty and
Splendor.

Into her tropical gates
I entered yonder;

She gave me her love
As tis her love I took shelter.

Mine darling, mine lass; O'
Best friend, mine helper;

What wouldst I do, without
Thee mine Muse;

What wouldst I do;
O' what wouldst I
Do.

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Sardua nagley dedicated( agapi mou)
Alow- archaic for below.
Pinion's- outer part of wings, feathers, wings.
Aloft- up into the air, overhead.
Nimbus- a luminous cloud or a halo surrounding a supernatural being or a saint.( Halo)
Yonder- over there.
Tis- it is
Mine- means my archaic form.
Lass- young woman.
Thee- you.
Wouldst- would.
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