To the Sun

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The windows of thy soul,
Thrown wide open,
To the Sun.

Pray do not fancy,
This for a Pun!

The Sun hath rays,
Bright and warm,
Risen in the East,
Such is thy norm.

Flip thy hair,
Giveth a spun.
Smile while ye sparkle,
Bright in the Sun.

The windows of thy Soul,
Thrown wide open,
To the Sun.

Pray do not fancy,
This for a Pun!

 

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Posted for Midweek Motif @ Poets United

Comrade

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In the midst of,
Surreal wilderness.
Thee shone as a light,
In pitch darkness.

It was the time of Spring,
A maiden which ye met,
Seemed as though,
From Beijing!

Like blooming roses,
Had our youth begun.
Lovelier more than,
The shining sun.

Soon thou hath
Become;
Closer, than thy
Own thumb.

This comradeship,
Oh so pure!
Like roaring waves,
Upon a shore.

So cherish thy bond,
Whilst ye share.
Like wintry leaves,
Tis so rare.

 

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Bluebells – A Tribute to my Grandmother

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Gaze upon thy yonder blue,
Spill some secrets,
Perhaps a few?

Thy fresh memory,
Blowing a breeze.
Whilst sifting across,
A Bunyan tree.

Had’st ever there been,
An elderly so profound?
As such thy ealdmoder,
Thou so safe and sound.

Thy nature so loving,
Oh so sublime.
Laughter melodious,
Resembling a chime.

When giveth gifts,
Does thou smile.
Making thy time,
Worth the while.

Thy shadowed ye off-springs,
With utmost care!
Ye stance had all,
Grace and flair!

As thou bids,
A sweet farewell,
A field ye sees,
Of blooming bluebells.

And as the light,
Doth fluoresce,
Beckoned are thou,
By caress.

 

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 Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads

Soul

Hwa art thy soul?
Silhouetted by the kohl.

Much to thy discern,
Too bard to cajole!
Alas! as such,
Thy wandering soul.

Comparable much,
To sparkling gems.
Oscillating leaves,
Upon a stem.

Hwa art thy soul?
This much, shall I ask?
Not likely so much,
As a task!

Thy soul I presume,
Much brighter than fire!
Leading thy realm,
In hopes to inspire!

Alas! I shall deduce,
Leaving ye fellows,
With much to brood.

This journey is perpetual,
Nothing short,
Of incredible!

 

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Posted on Tuesday Platform @ Real Toads