The Ex; by him

My Sweet November 

On my heart I did carve
Rhymes for a lovely Dove
Lines intricately sought from deep
Within
Of all deception, clean,
My Sweet November!

Kindly turn an ear and listen to this
And may it seem just what it is
I shall now proceed on one of them
In the most sincere of the term,
My Sweet November!

That your voice, silky smooth,
Melodins like a new flute
It echoes in my mind days after
And I hope I’ll hear it forever,
My Sweet November!

Those eyes, those ‘pearly lil’ eyes,
Twinkling like stars in the skies
They shimmer like jewels freshly cut;
Joy to any man’s heart
My sweet November!

Your smile, set on your dainty lips
In my thoughts my mind always
Keeps
For those blossoms on your lips
Are golden
Cos it make me feel like from
‘Neath the earth is folding
My Sweet November!

My Sweet Sweet November;
Glowing and shimmering flower
Beauty that you are, beautiful
As you can be
Yet far more than the eyes can see
My Sweet November!

           “Now spare me this last verse
             In least lines yet to discourse
             Her handsomest gifts”

O lovely Dove, may I now pay dues
Should I but not? Needs I mention
Those virtues
That make you the more amazing
Virtues that poetry can’t afford much
Mentioning
But for now I’ll leave it here
And dwell on those virtues on a time
More near
My Sweet November!
                                      16/11/2010
                              

Nothing delights my heart than to see a poem written of me ☺️…….
       

My check list of fantasies;
#I wish a guy would surprise me with a cute puppy as a gift.
#I wish to have a bucheau of flowers delivered at my work place with a short romantic note tugged in
#I wish he would surprise me by picking me up from work
#I wish he would write a poem of me

So you can imagine my utmost DELIGHT WHEN I RECEIVED MY FIRST POEM FROM A SECRET ADMIRER😳😀😀😀
Oh my goodness!!!!! My heart jumped and did three dances!!!! 🙈
And I spent time devolving into every line over and over again- to find the hidden meanings…his thoughts of me.
Sigh*

What are your wish list?…..😊
Is a poem one of them? Or are you one of those who sees no value in a poem or flowers? My culture doesn’t 😞…..and so to complete my checklist will be a miracle!

#DO WOMEN CARE FOR FLOWERS AND POEMS OR MORE MATERIAL THINGS?
#THE VALUE A WOMAN PLACES IN THE POEMS HE WRITES OF HER

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The Ex; by him

Let’s Re- Script Us

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My shaky hands

Moved by my heavy heart

Inking anti- clockwise all the words,

That should not have been said.

I heard the thunder

Before seeing the lightening,

I find no humor in how I oversped

My emotions

That moment,

And here I am oh dear,

Singing all of Adele’s renditions

Like a wounded lion.

 

Please, please, please,

I never thought I would be so

Shattered without you,

I never thought my eyes would turn

Into an ocean in the nights,

I need you,

I love you,

As a person, who you are,

I’m crazy about you,

Cayenne,

Give me a chance to re- script us.

Stop neglecting me,

It hurts

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November 2013

 

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The Ex; by him

Bounce Back Receding Tides

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Emotion is like the breeze which

Drags the sea to the shore,

It recedes,

Only to come back with another

Strong momentum,

Gracing our feet with another crop

Of sea.

 

A heart under lock,

Only beats to survive,

Not to live,

Because it does not expect any key

To true happiness

It beats anguish into the blood

Stream.

It either kills instantly,

Or makes one a walking dead.

 

Yes, a heart could recede

Into the smallest corner of hades.

But it could gasp bits of audacity,

To the frontier of a fresh beginning,

And experience.

 

Never dig a ground to bury your

Heart,

Where no one could find to love,

Lest it bitter your emotions,

And wither your chances to true

Happiness.

 

In the glare of whatever claims to

Adore your heart,

Go gay!

Bounce back receding tides,

Go childish,

Go silly,

Go out- rageous.

 

Wobble the table with bolt cracking

Jokes,

Wet the atmosphere with cackling

Babbling laughter,

Honor civil fantasies with reality,

Bounce back receding tides.

2013

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The Ex; by him

We Are an Avacado Pear

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Through a single 4- year word,

Two were grafted in

It brings to mind

The awe inspiring

Avacado

Pear.

For what makes it whole,

Is one ball perched in a hole,

Which performs a crucial role,

By bringing the sides of it

To achieve their mutual goal,

Which is Unity!

Until the edge of a knife slices

Through

It;

They remain strong!

Yes, S-T-R-O-N-G,

For they survive,

Move on in the midst of thorns.

Thrive,

Laugh in the face of trial and

Tribulation.

Revive,

Lift up each other’s spirit when they

Fall into

The trench of hopelessness.

Organize,

Put what is important first, what is

Urgent,

Second.

Naturalize,

Come to appreciate their

Belongingness to a

Paradise.

And Galvanize,

Hardly rust in the face of corrosion.

Bellicose is for the belligerent,

Who fail to understand that life is for

Rent.

For the presence of a tenant in it,

Remain immeasurable,

And inevitable.

Divinely,

Natuarally,

Is it establised,

That love transfusion,

Is what brings life to the human

Heart.

Without you,

I sag.

Without you as my leap of hope and

Faith,

I lag,

Behind and retrogress.

Without your gloss,

I get dimly coarse.

Without your unending smile,

My foot fails to walk the extra mile.

I need you.

Why?

Sigh,

For we are an Avacado Pear.

Jan 13, 2012.

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