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Macwolls Kay Poems
A little flower
Please pick me a little flower, a sweet scented flower with bright red petals, A flower nurtured with heart and plucked with care.
Please pick me a little flower, a little sweet scented flower a little flower with bright red petals a little flower nurtured with heart
They journey in search of what lies ahead, A shimmering light at the tunnels end. They live for this in all they do, It's a journey with many ends.
I wonder what makes a woman strong, To hold one for nine long months, And stand the pain of arrival.
Lovely Parakeet, Parakeet of the Sun, Of all the birds I love to watch, She's the finest and prettiest of all, Loud and squawky but graciously refined,
For nine month, she is molded with care Dreadful pangs surround her exit She reaches out and takes a breath Full of innocence, a sight to bear.
The Girl Next Door
I knew this girl She lived next door She was my friend.
Wake up Sleeping beauty
Wake up sleeping beauty Wake up I say to you, Wake up and get to work Your children are hungry, your children are starving
Young and Innocent
Young and Innocent. A thunderous bolt, I hold on tightly,
Upon a branch two ravens perched, All tensed up and filled with fury. Then in an instant a bout ensued, They tussled and tangled as they spiraled to the ground.
What's in a Poem?
A poem is a picture seen through words A jig-saw puzzle with a thousand pieces, Every word and phrase distinctively defined.
First it was the balla shark who leaped out of the bowl, Then the gold fish who floated to the top Now this betta has lost her shine And sank all the way to the bottom
He lives his life in wait for tomorrow He hopes in it he will live a life fulfilled He's hesitant to try, patiently waiting He sees his fortune, it lies ahead.
Her beauty lies buried beneath Joyful moments memories of her past Her days were splendid her nights supreme Her children strolling on dustless streets,
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A little flower
Please pick me a little flower,
a sweet scented flower with bright red petals,
A flower nurtured with heart and plucked with care.
Please pick me a flower to make my day
A flower to aid my failing tongue
a little flower to make her smile a little flower to make my wish.
Please pick me a flower for my thoughts
a flower for my mind
a flower in sorrow a flower in grieve
A flower in joy a flower in happiness
Please pick me a sweet little flower