If pregnancy were a book, they would cut the last two chapters.
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This Pregnancy
Cracked illutions,
And of the rendezvous of my pregnancy;
And i will never forget the last night.
A time of wheat and a time of love,
With apologies to the victims of the world;
But this pregnancy is dedicated to my lover.
Of man's curiosity,
I've spent 40 years starving for success!
But i am now pregnant for my lover,
And it is like the era of globalization.
Please, somebody should tell him who i am;
For i am carrying his baby and with the traditions,
And i an now with the cracked illusions.
Think twice before you close that door on me,
For the final count-down is on this pregnancy;
And the rendezvous is all that it takes.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Marriage - a book of which the first chapter is written in poetry and the remaining chapters in prose.
quote by Beverley Nichols
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Marriage: a book of which the first chapter is written in poetry and the remaining chapters in prose.
quote by Beverly Nichols
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Pregnancy
A meaningful painter painting the walls of love,
And pregnancy dragged the two people into marriage;
The love of the team,
The love of the pair with amorous ideas!
Today, this pregnancy had made them to be married together.
What is in his soul?
What is in her soul?
Like the light at the end of the turnel to keep them going;
But, this pregnancy had dragged them into marriage.
Of an amorous expediction,
Of a name calling;
She was raped in her own bedroom.
Of a meaningful painter painting,
From the brink of things to the wink of the act;
But catapulted like the poles apart from the walls,
With pet names on your only mistake in life.
These are the memories of the past,
And to share a lot of common interest with you;
But it is of gifts without reasons.
This is all about the sweet spot of love,
And the pregnancy is like the pot of love to share;
But, the blood stain on her mattress is the truth of the matter.
AOf a meaningful painter painting the walls of love,
In a wooden kiosk to crown the day;
But today we know where they came from,
Because the pregnancy united them in marriage.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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In the initial season of a show, you're figuring out your character and their life and their background and you're putting together all the chapters of the book.
quote by Sophia Bush
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In Between
in between the monotonous pages
of this book of life
some dog ears are inserted
the red tassels protruding like a tongue
saying nothing
not even some slips of the memories
within are the serious
delicate matters such as incessant wars
of mankind and the impulses of greed
i scan the pages till the end
i have not seen such chapters as giving in
to humanity
that innate goodness, i hurry to find it
not even in the appendix
someone inserted in this book
a letter
it says, love has long been gone
and no one knows where it is going.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Book Of Life
Life is like a book
A mystery
How many chapters will I have
Will the words bring joy or saddness
Success or failure
A book with no forward
For it is written day by day
With the ending known only by one
Will it be a novel, short story
Or an never ending story known by many
Lived by few
Oh how we would like it to be a best seller,
A classic endearing to the end of time
But sorry to say for most of us
Our story will be only be known by few
I will be happy with that
As long as I don't become one of the forgotten
I believe our storys go on
For as long as someone remembers our story.
poem by David Kush
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ps: I Love You
After we have
Cried with Sadness
Grieved with Death
Forgiven Remorse
Smiled at Sweetness
Laughed with Humor
When the Story has been told
When memories were played back
New chapters written
Painful chapters erased
The bold and essential part still remains
At the far end corner of this letter
PS: I LOVE YOU
poem by Wanelisa Albert
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Back To Nature....
sad to say
you have been looking on the pages of the book
away from the landscapes of the mountains
the calm unfolded soft linens of the sea
pages of days
the chapters of those seasons
a butterfly floating
is enough poem without so much use of words
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Royal Family
Royal parents,
Royal birth,
Royal relationship,
Royal love,
Royal wedding,
Royal pregnancy,
Royal child,
Royal family;
Roya, loyal! !
The lineage,
The history,
The heritage;
Nancy, pregnancy!
Line, lineage;
And, you still have her in your heart.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Story Of My Life
I finished the story of my life
About three a m last night
Its the best thing Ive ever read
And though the start seemed to drag
You know the middle really wasnt bad
And the end turned out okay
If I had to edit anything
I might reign those chapters in
I spent miserable and afraid
But you know I love the book as a whole
I wouldnt mess around with its soul
Pull a thread and it might come undone
song performed by by White Town
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The Story Of My Life
I finished the story of my life
About three a m last night
Its the best thing Ive ever read
And though the start seemed to drag
You know the middle really wasnt bad
And the end turned out okay
If I had to edit anything
I might reign those chapters in
I spent miserable and afraid
But you know I love the book as a whole
I wouldnt mess around with its soul
Pull a thread and it might come undone
song performed by by White Town
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Daisy
'Obi nhuhu na obi nkeka'!
Pregnancy grows up front for the people to see and,
You can't hide it from the public as well;
So, try to understand your status and be straight.
At 36 you have 9 children already and,
How many children should we expect from you when you are 42?
There is urine and pepper in my soup for me to drink,
And with the sadness taken from your protruded stomach;
But do not be pig-ignorant to the facts before you.
Daisy my friend,
Pregnancy grows up than you think;
So, try to understand your status as at now and be straight.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Illusions Meant To Soothe
There's nothing in a book,
Detailing how to stay and be hooked...
To illusions meant to soothe,
Delusions.
When one is feeling fine...
There's no need to medicate,
To pretend one's okay.
But when one's on a ledge...
Don't encourage them to jump,
With a getting in their way.
Since tomorrow isn't guaranteed,
For those who try to fly and reminisce...
With company.
Tomorrow doesn't come to reminisce,
For those discovering this...
To leave many chapters left unread.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why.............?
The American book of 'why',
The Asian book of 'why',
The European book of 'why',
The African book of 'why',
The Australian book of 'why',
The most asked question in the valley of world events;
Especially when one explodes a bomb!
The Christian book of 'why',
The Muslim book of 'why',
The Jewish book of 'why',
The Hindu book of 'why',
The Krishna book of 'why',
lLife is like the yeast which makes the bread rise;
But, the writer always has his or her own mind.
The Pagan book of 'why',
The Buddhist book of 'why',
The Protestant book of 'why',
The Confucian book of 'why',
To all life's aspects with the remaining books of 'why';
Poetry is the literature that muses with the mind.
Shall the trumpet be blown in the city and,
The people will not be afraid?
Seven bulls and seven rams,
I am the planted tree by the rivers of waters.
I am very young in years but,
The word 'why' is the question that goes around easily.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Read Me Like a Book
You wish to read me like a book?
Good.
You will find each piece to fit.
Very little of it will be misunderstood.
I am not a one dimensional quick read at all.
I lay it on the line.
You will find I wont allow anyone,
To sit and pick my mind.
I don't waste that kind of time.
Unless,
Of course...
You are divorced from that as well?
Hmmm...
You wish to read me like a book?
Good.
You have no idea how much I wish,
To get you hooked.
Craving to salivate.
Drooling!
Each chapter has been crafted,
With some sentiment and pain.
You will find some sorrow and regret.
And some expression of heartache left.
You will discover blemishes and flaws,
With attempts to have them corrected.
Notice I admit imperfection...
With self reflection I don't neglect.
Or regret it is you I wish to impress.
No games of tit for tat I play.
I say what I mean.
Not what you wish to hear me say.
And none of it is from mumbled lips.
I want each word read you 'read' conveyed!
I want what I say in your mind to stay.
You wish to read me like a book?
Good.
But you will never comprehend...
How long this process took.
Flip through each page,
As if you seek definition.
You will discover I am not perfect.
But freed by a peace...
To solict your complete and total admission.
Willing to show you mended scars.
You wish to read me like a book?
Good.
I knew you were coming!
That's why it is already open.
Take your time.
I want you to find me an easy read.
Hopefully to collaborate on new chapters.
Together,
You and me.
You wish to read me like a book?
Good.
Take me with your eyes.
Hold me in your hands.
And bring me close to your heart!
There we are.
Touching!
That's how I like it.
Do you?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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At What Point....
the seasons of births and deaths go on....
waves come in to the shore,
yet then go out!
leaves fall from the tree,
while new buds wait...
stars explode into dust,
then new stars are born.
infinity changes shoes again and again,
yet the same feet walk the endless path.
are not bodies then just cups,
into which light is poured again and again?
and souls are just chapters
of an unending book....
what do we really know?
at what point do we shout hallelujah?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Heavens torment
O†Morn can open a Violet
Like a book of hearts
Chapters ultraviolet
Coarse and converse
In tales of beaux arts
O†sees my lady immerse
Her delicate soul thereof
In a woodland flower bent
Over her dust jackets of love
O†sees the stars disperse
Their dewy cobwebbed scent
O†sees her as my curse
Heavens torment.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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The Best Book In The World
the best book
in the world
the only true book
is the world itself
the Book of Nature
the best book is the silence
the wordless-ness in
the clouds and the sky
and the rivers and the oceans
and the lands
and the grass that breaks through the concrete;
and in the deserts and the volcanoes
and the stars
and the moon
and the creatures of the earth
and in all fellow beings
and the vastness beyond
and the vastness within
the best book
the only true book
(every other book is distortion)
is the world itself
the Book of Nature:
read it
poem by Raj Arumugam
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You And I In This Little Nook...
your life is never an
empty page, every-days are
scribbles
figures and landscapes of
hills and buffaloes and
waters making
the usual turns on the hillsides
there are blue clouds
caressing treetops,
birds never rest, and the air
keeps on blowing beyond
the edges of
your margins
i am putting sounds, music,
strings, colors,
i am letting the ears of your
books hear,
i am speaking in some chapters,
want you to
to be be bold and firm
like me
hard cover, book bound.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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