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  Nov 2015 Sedoo Ashivor
Chris
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*Rose petals bloom
in your smile's inspiration
Sunsets begin
with the glow in your eyes

Hummingbirds sing
of your heart's destination
Perfect your skin
under cool autumn skies

Whispering sonnets
this night as you're sleeping
Hoping your dreams
are a beautiful view

So when you wake
you will know what I'm seeing
Every moment
that I look at you
I could never write a poem as beautiful as she is to me.
Sedoo Ashivor Nov 2015
Three laughs and a joke
You tickle me
I always choke

Two eggs and a kiss
A delicious dish
I wouldn't miss

One heart and two bites
You are mine
All mornings, all nights.
  Nov 2015 Sedoo Ashivor
Mfena Ortswen
All I am allowed to be is a purse
Looked for to be held underarm
My existence made into a curse
Like grass in your tidy farm

I take your name, your identity
You own me, and I am your property
My words means nothing, like jingling keys
I am like a dog kept to stay on a leash

I wait on you like a servant
Prepare your bath and wash your clothes
When it comes to my needs you are adamant
I do not count, I am a necessity you chose

You purchased me from my parents
Now I owe you my life and existence

Our children are yours
But mine to look after when crawling on all fours
When they do good, you take credit
When they fail, your accusations I merit

I become a shadow moving in your patriarchal world
And you wield the authority as a warrior's sword
You don't protect me with it
But stab my heart continuously until there is left no beat

And in the end
I am nothing but the carrier
Of your seeds that
Populate the earth
This piece touches the experience of women in societies that are patriarchal and a woman's place is disregarded. She's looked down upon and not allowed to have an opinion even in her own home. Unfortunately, this is the plight of the women in the society I grew up in. One would expect that civilization and advancement in the state of mind will curb this, but no. Modern day women are still very much oppressed.
  Nov 2015 Sedoo Ashivor
Paul Butters
I’m no author, novelist or poet.
I’m just Me,
And don’t I know it.
I don’t need to be classified,
As long as I’m writing, I’m satisfied.

Typing out words, line by line,
I don’t care if they don’t rhyme.
I don’t care if my verses don’t scan:
I’m not always an Iambic Man.

I just say what I gotta say,
I’m not worried about any pay.
Words come to me without much bidding,
The world of its evils I hope to be ridding.

I love to spread lots and lots of Love,
Bringing peace to all like a messenger dove.
Things of beauty bring joy, John Keats rightly said,
To make us sleep easy when we go to bed.

So I’ll paint what I paint,
And sing what I sing,
Just letting those words
Do their magical thing.

Paul Butters
Inspired by someone writing you are not an author just because you upload work to self-publishing sites.
  Nov 2015 Sedoo Ashivor
Rhianecdote
Hesitate*
And you will become spectator
To your own
*Fate
Go for it!
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