Lento Maez Poems

Alone at last the day is done
Busy home chores I want to run
But where to go
I just don’t know
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Why must poetry fit a category or type
From love to death is it some hype
You must categorize what you write
For fear the hand of fate may smite
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They want to know
The ebb and flow
Of a love struck mind
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Cruel world cruel fate
You’ve made me wait
At last I’ve found
That I can be bound
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I have journeyed far and wide
Looking for the perfect bride
All the pretty faces I have seen
Make me wonder where I’ve been
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How soon we die
Like a fire fly
Life is so short
One’s afraid to court
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Rhythms of heart beats
Shouting out loud
Why can’t he love me
A question profound
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Her passing glance grazed my eye
In desperation I tried not to cry
Is love so unreliable and fickle
That being in it can be a pickle
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What do we think when we see a rhyme
Are the bells tolling is it a magical chime
We’re moved by words I wonder why
This may go on as we scan the sky
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