Germina Melius Poems

Money

‘Go to school, study hard, the money will come.' John's father preached his sermon.
John did only one.
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Her father's hands extend beyond the land.
Her hands are sealed like the mouth of his vault.
Trembling with every grasp, his wrinkled hands
will never find their youth.
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From the gloomy dust, I rise from Hades' spell to see the sun's glory on a splendid morning.
The inner man greets me.
Rise from the clay that binds you in the gutter's belly.
Rise to see your Father's radiant face watching the human soul.
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You walk on moons, but I see pitch, and unpaved roads.
I walk on the crust of land, and envy ships swimming on water.
The world walks on its hurting soul, and on ancient bones.
Children bare feet, travel on unpaved roads,
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My love, thou art beautiful, a rose on my chest, a whisper in my ear. Thine eyes arouse my heart and consume my mind and sleep. I dread the silent nights because thou art far, like a stranger wandering through the city.
Thy lips tempt me, like peaches when flowers bloom, with sweet scents of perfume.
I am hypnotised, speechless like a statue, and fear myself like an illness.
Thou art a goddess, powerful like the wind―
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I love thee but thy carelessness troubles my heart.
I see sadness in thine eyes when thou art hungry,
standing a few feet away from my table,
fearful of my mother's scorning.
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Problems began when Eve gave Adam some of the wise fruit in Eden.
Who was she to give him fruit, when she had never planted a damn tree?
The wise fruit opened their eyes.
The man and woman saw their nakedness.
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Mathematics

Algebra brilliant child describing equations Factorisation, Graphs highlighted, intelligence justified killing laziness, minds not obtuse producing Quadratic reasoning, Science tries (thinks) uncovers values wanted XYZ.
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I love the one with hopeful eyes,
Has never seen the light in me,
Though I change like a butterfly,
He only hears the things I see.
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I taught myself to cry,
a heart that could not speak,
would mourn the loss for words,
and portraits of the weak.
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