Maureen Alikor Poems

They ask 'where is her muse'?
I ask 'where in the smiling face is my muse'?
Maybe gone AWOL
maybe lacking in zeal to quill
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When you do what you do,
they sit,
they stare and
then they murmur
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Let's dance to the beat
and toast to yesterday
it was eventful
guess what? It was short
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He told me tales
tales of the radiating sun
tales of the flourishing moon
tales of the constellation of the stars
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If all we say
Can be heard
If all we hear can be true
Can we not move ahead?
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When I sit and ponder
my legs romance the floor
as it becomes restless
and to fly, it desires
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When I can't hold you
with my hands,
I will do so with my heart
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This pain I can not bear
this hurt is indeed deep
this tear must freely flow
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Though tossed
and trampled
weeping
yet striving
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as I lay still
back to the ground
eyes to the ceiling
I see a blank sight
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