If I Knew


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If I knew how to write a song
I’d write one everyday
It would say that I’m in love with you
And why I feel this way

It would have to say you’re pretty
And as rare as a desert rose
It would say you’re a looker
From your head down to your toes

You are funny, dainty, fragile
And as feminine as can be
You’re smart charming lovely
And everything to me

You’re my comfort when I’m lonely
You’re my peace when I need rest
Of all the women I’ve known
I must rate you the best.

You’re the orchard in the jungle,
you’re the better half of me
You’re all of this and so much more,
you mean the world to me

Still so much is left unsaid,
It would take me far to long
I know how much I love you,
If only I could write a song.

– Billy –

It’s a simple poem you might think. But simplicity has its way of touching the heart. And this is a poem dedicated to all those who have loved, love and will someday definitely find love. And a thanks to Billy. Happy New Year everybody!

Drops of Magic


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As the rain softly drums against your roof, don’t you feel like dwelling on some magical monsoon poetry? And think of stuff like life, love and everything in between.


Here is a simple short one that I love by Langston Hughes:

Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
Let the rain sing you a lullaby
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk
The rain makes running pools in the gutter
The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night
And I love the rain.

The First Time

The beauty of first rain!!

Abstract AF!

It was soft, almost invisible

Not until observed closely

peering from a balcony

there it was shining

right beneath a streetlight

with winged souls all around

dancing furiously in the light

like moths to a candle

it shimmered over them

softly falling, without noise

kissing the soil sweetly

yet to release the fragrance

that is born from its touch

which so fills your senses

but never feels too much

and that’s how it begins

like a slow blooming flower

the season’s first shower

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Thought for the day


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Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go.
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all.
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life’s gall.

Ella wheeler’s immortal poem is my thought for the day.

The Dunes Of False Promises!


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Haunted, they say, believing
the soft, shifty
dunes are made up
of false promises.
Many believe
whatever happens
is the other half
of a conversation.
Many whisper
white lies
to the dead.
“The boys are doing really well.”
Some think
nothing is so
until it has been witnessed.
They believe
the bits are iffy;
the forces that bind them,
This Poem by Rae Armantrout is a gem! What can I say about it I wonder? She packs so much punch is such few words. Not everybody can write so fluidly and beautifully. Nothing is absolute until it’s experienced in the words of a writer.

Year Ender Poem – You are Beautiful!


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As the year ends and most of us hope for the new year to bring more cheer than the one gone past, here is a little poem I would like to dedicate to you all. Remember, beauty is subjective, and we are all beautiful in our own way.

Your lips, your eyes, your soul
Are like a work of art,
The most creative thing of all
Is your beautiful heart.

If you were a painting,
No colours could express
The beauty deep inside you,
A rainbow, nothing less.

If you were a sculpture
The clay could hardly make
Your figure of an angel
Without one mistake.

If you were a euphony
No choir could really sing
All the beautiful music
Your eyes could possibly bring.

So here I am, an artist,
With inspiration beyond belief
But to capture such rare beauty,
I’d have to be a thief.

– Zlata S. Steere –