Germina Melius

Germina Melius Poems

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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2.

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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His hands are like the branches of a mango tree,
dispersing fruit to his neighbours far and wide,
their hearts elated, eyes tearing, tummies sufficed.
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When I die,
bury me in the sky.
Angels will read my eulogy
The Son will smile,
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Removed, the hands of dark clouds obstructing my vision,
rolled like a scroll to the edge of the earth.
The way where I walk is a slippery trail.
I stumble in my path with eyes set on that ball glowing in a distance.
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13.

When the sun is fading like a flower,
like spring forgetting winter on a summer day,
enjoying grape juice or ice tea,
thinking of Basho writing another great Haiku,
...

When the sun is a fading flower,
spring forgets winter on a summer day,
a taste of grape juice or green tea,
Basho recites his Haiku in an eco-green assembly.
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Weary sun
To the moon
Goodnight!
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1.

Walking away
hand in hand
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There goes the sun
dragging the moon
twilight
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Look! spring
another chance
to bloom
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1.
stars squinting
blinded by
the blooming moon
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my feet on the grass
to the careless herd nearby
still delicious
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Germina Melius Biography

Germina Melius is an emerging writer, Book Reviewer, and Research Assistant. Her literary work has been featured in The Caribbean Writer Magazine, Business Focus Saint Lucia, Inner Child Press' Anthology (writers for humanity) , PoetryandCovid, Haiku Corner, Haiku Foundation blog: Troutswirl, Ginyu Magazine, World Haiku Anthology, Failed Haiku, and the ASAHI Haikuist Network. She is the author of three fiction novels, and has a collection of short stories and poems; The Apple Tree, and Haiku In Nature.)

The Best Poem Of Germina Melius

His Hands

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.
Better a handshake than the clutch of ice,
the difference, she will never know.
Her hands are frozen in her pockets.

7/2/2021

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Germina Melius Quotes

Life is a bird, fly.

Thorns cannot hurt a rock but love can.

memories follow time

'I needed wisdom, I asked God, never one to plagiarise.'

Forward with Jesus Christ.

The most prestigious literary award is having my name in God's 'Book of Life'

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