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 Jun 2014
Mary Ab
It was a special peaceful Monday
Spreading hope as any happy day
Sitting there in front of the bus window
Observing,thinking,enjoying nature's gleam
Playing with words,revealing an artistic beam
Meditating with focusing mind and cheerful heart
Leaving all the mope far apart
The gentle breeze kissed my cheeks
Vanishing all fears of my countless breaks...

A certain station was reached by the bus
Some people left and others stepped up
Among them was an old lady
Her features conveyed sort of a weakness
Oh! her age didn't permit ! she can't stand up
A sitting girl by my side leaved her the seat  
The old lady smiled cheerfully spreading her gratitude
And thanked her with every heart beat ...

As she sat by my side
we both indulged in the ride
Didn't know how I felt
An awkward feeling has been just sent
I turned back my eyes towards the window pane
To continue my meditation dreaming in a fairy tale...

Suddenly an ice cold hand hold mine
It was the lady's hand so fret and frown !
I comforted her with a smile so bright
"Oh granny ! don't panic we're alright "
My meditation twisted towards her light
As she appealed my keenest staring sight !

She looked exactly the same as my passing  granny !
Her  wrinkly skinny hand with appearing blue veins,
Wearing beautiful golden rings mingled with silver bracelets on her arm !
Her red nails and amazing henna in her palm
Refreshed my memory and turned me up side down!

I slowly sent a peep checking her face features;
She looked excellently as my beloved granny !
Her everything was more her than herself !
Expect the color of the eyes !

Her deepest features took me higher  
Bringing me old ,happy scenes tighter
Oh my granny is here by my side! I secretly shouted !
Wanted to kiss her , hug her all along this ride !
I was swallowing my tears of yearning ;
Couldn't breath ! oh! I was suffocating !

My hasty heart beats played a symphony
Called my super magical fairy !
Heart beats enchantingly danced !
I listened carefully to what they performed   !
As the merry trills were floating in the air
A cute little fairy showed me her care !!
She was there to embrace my desire
To achieve my dream and put out this fire !

Oh dear fairy, for a while , just stop this time
Let me feel the moment and fix my rhyme !

In a glimpse of an eye ,there was nobody but us
Living the dream,getting her back here in that bus!

At that moment poetry rang the bell
Asking my heartbeats to play the shell
Rhymed verses flowed fluently in side my mind
Toying and tickling with words happily from side to side !


My granny was here sitting by me
Couldn't believe it ,she was there with me!
I kissed her cheeks and so her front!
A warm cozy everlasting hug was about to start
To whisper a very special love mingled with tears!
My heart drowned in a deep peculiar sea!
Her icy blue eyes that had just been fixed on mine !
I was  the dreamy princess and she was my happy queen ;
A dazzling terrific moment that could be clearly seen !
Once upon a midnight, there in the kingdom of my dreams !

My fairy moment had been reached its absolute end;
Planting a special inspiring roses on my heart fertile land !

The old inspiring lady reached  her station
Leaving me with a blossomed sensation !
She had sort of magical features ,
Took me beyond the limits of place and time
Magical was the looks in her deep brown eyes ;
They outlined heavily such a fascinating story with glitter ...

As she left the bus, her place was vacant
I've been folded inside a rose pud
My memories refreshed my longing heart !
Distance melted in the melody ...
Of what once was between her and me !
It was yesterday that I dreamed of what we could be
Together once again you and me !!


When you died , I didn't have a clue
That horrifying moment shifted me blue !
I struggled and faced the reality that I clearly knew;
I found my escape and relief through writing !
Filling pages by honest expressions;
Dictated by my loving heart
And perfumed by your pure love !!


Thoughts of you I can never let go
They will be with me wherever I go
The impact you had on me , I strongly know
As I grow older, the lessons you taught me start to show !

Spreading love ,
Sending hope ,
Vanishing all the mope !!

My lord awakened this meditation feature inside of me ;
So whenever I miss you,I'll pray and sent blessings for you ...
Life is so beautiful , even if we lost precious features !

I awakened from this astonishing dream
In a glimpse of an eye,finding myself beneath another's gleam ...
I was wandering in a picturesque sparkling field;
Of blossoming flowers and dancing butterflies !
That stranger lady softly refreshed my love ;
Her magical countenance kindled my inspiration candle ,
Brought me lessons about  how to handle !

Optimism,yearning,joy and magic
Were kissing softly the blossomed petals
Bleeding gently in the meadows...

Piles and piles of dreams were drown
On a colored paper by that shining crown ...
My granny passed away in 2009!! It was a dreary moment !
Once she left I found my escape in writing !! she's my biggest inspiration !!
may ALLAH bless her soul and may she rest in peace !
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This poem was inspired in the bus in front of that lady,when I had a deep eye contact with her !!
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 Jun 2014
Poetic T
Do I take a look deep in to my
soul, do I swim the waters that
shimmer, with each movement
I see ripples of my life unfold.

Will I dive in to the depths
how far would I go, or stay at
the edge, glancing at how
my life was and is to unfold.

I dive in feeling the waters light
wash over me, as I delve deeper
the shadows I see, as in every soul
there is light but also darkness in
thee.

I go deeper seeing the moments
that have effected me, moments
of hope that shimmer on the wall,
but scars from the errors in my life
and what has happened from me,
darkened scars not yet healed.

I wish to go further, but the soul,
pushes back, as if not wanting to see
what is beyond me, it the life before
the one that I'm in, always a locked
door maybe many before that are locked
as they should not be seen in.

My soul I have seen in, swam in deep,
would I tell others to delve in deep,
maybe but I warn you there are things
buried deep you may not want to see.
 May 2014
Jo de Guzman
she got all the things I have to live without
I don't get it why people look up to her
saying "she's so tough", inspired by what she've been through
the struggles she had were no more than half of mine
I'm five years younger. she's a mom, and so am I
I am a teenage mom, and my boyfriend left me
I only had myself for that nine months
while her on the other hand is a mistress who got pregnant
and people still look up to her. and no, I don't hate her
I like her, I sent her letters, and I always got no response
I'm not mad, I don't hate her
I'm just wondering, why is it so hard for me to gain love?
is there something wrong with me?
why am I always left unnoticed? and worse -- rejected?
why? am I that hard to be adored?
she's answering her messages now, and again mine got a no response. why? was my letter that useless? that nonesense? I can't say this to my blog, I can't I don't want other bloggers to know that I envy her, I don't want to say that I'm being immature and insecure.

and yes, I am insecure. she has everything I have to live without. she's beautiful, I'm not. she's famous, and I'm not. her business runs well, and mine can't even have a single costumer. she always get the love she want, from strangers, her family, she got a lot of good buddies who's willing to risk everything. she have everything! everything I don't have, everything I'll never have.
 May 2014
Poetic T
Naughty nun and your sinful games,
You prey to my weakness with your
Lustful games, you know all sins
Of the flesh, wearing your cloth of
Faith. Knowing I cant keep my hands
Of a woman of the cloth so hot is faith.

You get on your knees, and you pray
Not for the above, but what hangs in
Your face. Jesus she says  holy crap,
You want that where it  my holy hole,
No way you going back there as she
Holds a cross.

You don't want to pray to the meat,
You just like it in your mouth, I lift
Up your robe to find the smuttiest
Under wear on, as you close my
Mouth and push it to your awaiting
Lips, your ***** shaved in the sign
Of the cross.

I may wear the cloth and believe in
Up above but that doesn't hide what's
Beneath a woman yearning for man
Meat and lust, yes I have tasted a sister
Or two tasted the fruits of there loom.
But nothing compares to the sinful lust
Of having a man inside me fulfilling my
Womanly lust.
***# lust# naughty# *****#
 May 2014
madison
sorry,
i cannot save you.

i can barely save myself.
 May 2014
Poetic T
No one is to blame that is
on me, I regret this action
but it is the only course I
see.

I have choices to make, decisions
that will effect others not only me.
I have steps that must be took to
explain what I did, people may
wander what brought me to this
point to end it you see.

I have wrote a letter to those it concerns ,
to let them know I loved them, that this
is my decision nothing they could have
said would stop the path that is ending
in me.

To who it may concern

I have ended the torment the life that
I live, to silence my issues, this solves
the problems that dig deeper in to my heart
and bury in to my soul.
No you could not has seen this or stopped
it you could, I wish you all happiness and
peace.

This is my letter of my own suicide, please
if any in need talk to others and don't do what I did.
 May 2014
Camellia-Japonica
We glossed over the cracks
They came back deeper, even
longer, recrossed, criss crossed and
embossed themselves onto my heart,
and onto the board.
The heart you broke, no the heart
you stole by mating it.
I was once your queen of hearts,now
reduced to a pawn in your game,
does she know of me?
As I know of her, I know
her name.
I know her game
I just didn't know yours.
Do you know mine?
Once I was the queen in your bed
Now I'm afraid I'm reclaiming
My throne.
The queen is at her most powerful when the board is open,
I've opened the board and closed the bedroom,
didn't you know in chess, as in life
the queen is less restricted and more powerful in closed positions.
© JLB
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