Cyclopseven R Poems

A day to part
Away from scholarly books
And mind boggling journals
Running words and trawling letters
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Within the heart of the universe
Life exuberates with joy for the mother to be
With both hands she clasped her belly
Sensing the kicks of an unborn baby
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don’t read my poems, please
for I never write one to be read
in reading the essence is made substance
in feeling the substance is made essence.
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Fighting breath a daily affair
to swallow food a task practiced
the child frail in look
contorted frame her only house
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The days gone by
in thorns scattered
i stepped ignorantly.
tears dropped, wetting my cheeks
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The last chapter
none wish to witness
when, they are alive.
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Just as the white dove that flies high
greeting the clouds of mighty white
me too journeying ever facing the clouds
in search of a destination of wondrous beauty
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She weeps thinking of her fate
entrusted upon this creature
that’s supposedly to refresh her face
and harvest bountifully her beauty.
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Scarcity
An illusory excuse.

Shortage
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Her eyes glows
sparing no space too close
my vision melts into her gaze
as she looks at me to say some words.
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