Her hair as dark as coal
Her eyes see deep in your soul
Her voice so soft and tender
Will put a grown man in a slumber
...
Why do we violate our women?
Beat and abuse our children
The killing, kidnapping and raping our girls
Life is turning into war of the worlds
...
I touched her face
While gazing in her eyes
Then we both embraced
Forgetting all the lies
...
A pleasant goodnight shining star
Well hello there how do you do
I have seen a lot, traveled far
It’s an honor to see you
...
I think of her forever
She is on my mind everyday
What I want to tell her
No word can help me say
...
I will do all the painting
While parang music play
She will do some cleaning
For soon is Christmas day
...
Make hay while the sun shines
Don’t be idle don’t waste time
Think before you talk
You must creep before you walk
...
Anthony Yorke has been composing poems from the age of 11 he has a lot of unsubmitted work. Anthony writes with emotion.)
My Dream Girl
Her hair as dark as coal
Her eyes see deep in your soul
Her voice so soft and tender
Will put a grown man in a slumber
I must not forget her outstanding posture
She is like a gift from mother nature
Her skin as smooth as silk
Her touch as good as mothers milk
Oh and that beautiful personnality
When God created you he thought of me
Yes i love your charming smile
As precious as a new born child
How sad i am when awake
And learn that she was all fake
But i will travel to the end of the world
If it meant meeting that dream girl