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Poem No 201
from Shibani Pushparajah
Destiny… It felt like a dream come true, Your voice echoes forever in my ear. Life seemed to have only just begun, And now…I long for you to be here.
Why does life take a turn on you, When excitement has, for the first time appeared? It seems an eternity since I touched you, With you, it seemed as though nothing I feared.
How long can I live like this, With you now just a memory? I fear that there is nothing left, Of this world, not even beauty.
As deep as the ocean may be, There is no place for anyone else in my heart. True love lives on forever, Not even the weakest of things may part.
Fragile snowflakes unite together, Symbolising two souls, Hoping to stay in each other’s hearts forever, Not once forgetting their roles.
That’s how I felt you and me were, Two souls that only destiny will unite. But then it seemed too perfect to be real, That even I made suggestions that were not right.
My heart only beats the same rhythm, Showing its longing, it only beats your name. My life is lost without you, Everything is just not the same.
I think about you every minute of the day, But that however, still doesn’t change a thing. If only I could make one wish, Your soul is the only thing I would bring.
Your presence made me feel complete, An exciting journey waiting to begin. I was anxious to what would await, But I never imagined that to be a sin.
However strange life may seem, Nothing can become stranger than this. How two souls got lost in each other’s presence, Makes me think more about what I miss.
It’s not at all questionable though, I miss everything about you. Your smile brings back memories, Of how such love became so true.
The blossom trees that sway back and forth, Remind me of the beautiful walks we had together. Strolling along the picturesque parks, Those memories I will treasure forever.
There is not a single thing I would change about you, Our love is as precious as a rose. Every romantic gesture of yours, Made me glad it was you I chose.
Why does life play games with you? It’s a puzzle to humankind. If life was so much simpler, Every two meaningful souls would bind.
True love would be recovered, From every broken hearts. Couples would not have to suffer, From ever having to part.
The day that I lost you, It is too hard to forget, Life became difficult to figure out, Just like the time before we met.
The sky seemed to have become darker, An atmosphere hard to defend. The world seemed to have become smaller, As though life had been brought to an end.
What more is there to say? It’s hard to explain the pain. Our love means more than the world itself, It seems as though nothing was a gain.
It seems impossible to live without you, Imagine a world without at least one rose. Whether or not our love is true, Is a question even a fool would not pose.
How can life become so hard to figure out? Why can it give you so much grief? Why are couples forced to separate, At the count of every falling leaf?
I don’t understand why it has to be like this, An ocean full of mysteries. A world full of sorrow and tears, Enough to fill the seven seas.
Life seemed simple enough, Without having to share. But the deep love I have gotten lost in, Is something I cannot bare.
If I could see you just one more time, So you can remember what it was like to feel one’s touch. I had hoped for a long-lived future embracing one another, Was that really asking for too much?
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| Poem No 202
from BARBARA SMITH
Violation of snow's virginity (Defence at Court Martial)
In frozen peace pins and charts prove their worth and plans are made
Tranquil cocoon had bloody birth war must emerge and death is born
Snow blurs the borders it's all the same without edges How can I fight?
Degredation of purity silence shattered foes too like us How dare I fight? |
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Poem No 203 another poem from ROS BURTON
Cold Water
She rose washed in cold water, the heater had worn out
There was no new for her only old clothes and old pretences
She smiled laughed and shrugged, performed her daily routines
Inside she cried and screamed, there was no steam in her system and she was running dry
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Poem No 204 by VINCENT McTIGUE
My Cat
My old tomcat was getting fat He just sat on the mat But then he saw a rodent Who raised his small top hat
'What's your name you squeaky thing that runs around my house?' 'I do not have a name,' he squeaked 'I am anonymouse' |
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Poem No 205 Another poem from Roger Taber
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