Let the petals of life unfold.
Unfurl the sunshine spirit of your soul.
Bloom in the garden of your heart
Don't let  the furrowed  brow hold.

Sprinkle sweet wishes around.
The dales echo their sound.
A chain of love to go around.
Shadows of suffering drown.

Conscious crumbs of hope
To stitch into every pore
A natural periscope.
That enables us to cope.

Curtains of warm sunshine.
Incinerate the blues that malign.
The sirimiri of love to embrace
From spring to autumn with grace.

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I keep my secrets in rainy clouds and sometimes they leak.
Come back to bite me raw and make me squeak.

I rush around squawking like a headless chick.
Waving the ladle like Hermione's conjuring stick.

My quirky cat perks and  purrs in Cantonese.
While the cockatoo cackles swinging the trapeze.

My souffle strikes and ceases to rise.
It caves and sits like soggy french fries.

The piglet then swans in on the skateboard.
Tumbling me onto the hard wood floor.

My life has become a nursery rhyme.
An impromptu circus during daytime.

Yearn for a chocolate river with marshmallow banks.
To slurp and frolic and never come back.

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The light in your essence
The feelings briefly said and felt
Is it real or memorex?
My eyes blind to the illusion.

Lost in the blazing maze of emotion.
Moments like pollen fly in the wind.
Unsaid words linger like a shadow .
As I go from darkness to darkness.

I share my dreams with ghosts
The black winter loomed like an eclipse.
Days mourned in colourless wreaths.
My soul a repository of pain.

Crumpled pages with words etched.
Like braille over the pages they caressed.
Was it the rain or was it her eyes?
Swirling gales of distress.

Life a concoction of oxymorons.
As outside it snowed  cherry blossoms.
Like wild flowers growing betwixt rocks.
Love again began to croon her song.

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My heart is a poet lost in whimsies.
It bleeds emotions for words in poesies.
Raw and vulnerable fierce and unbridled.
Each emotion a dewdrop  my heart cuddled.

Words trace the vellum with love.
Like the Luna treads the sky above.
The world seems less obscure.
The greys shifting as light appears.

When my ink runs dry my ribs will sing.
For inside my heart the verses ring.
A lingering liason till my breath clings,
Like incantations giving my soul wings.

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The forests are my thoughts
I frolic in them umpteen
The stars are my dreams
Beckoning me to reach.

My heart is an ocean
With depths of grace serene.
Love is the air that I breathe
fills each pore with the light of reprieve.

The ravages of the wind has healed
The harvest drifts along the field
Season to season what time might bring
Patiently await how things will turn to reap.

Dissolve the everyday worries
In the miracle of survival stories
There's a thread to pursue
And keep evolving gently.

See death in sleep and sunsets
And sunrise a avowal of life
Where scents of yesterday
Like sirimiri enrich my life

Cry for love lost and feel bereft
But love one can never lose
It just simply moves and waits in another place
For you to catch up and embrace.

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If I were to die today
Would like to be known
As a lighted candle
Burning with an unique flame.

Lighting up each one's life
Dispersing the demons that maim.
A beacon to show I care
To let you know you are safe.

A prayer unflagging
A promise unfailing
A melody of hope
Unconditional love ingrained.

Seeing beauty in little things
Squeezing joy in each moment
Treating life as an opportunity
A blessed rite of passage.


Cherish hearts I let inside.
Weave with passion the threads of life
Turn the sea of sadness into an intricate brocade of happiness.
Form a vibrant tapestry telling stories till eternity.

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Forever a wildflower marching to her beat
Tangled in evergreen hope she forges astream.
The crevices of her heart covered in clovers.
She is her own lucky charm, needs no other.

Lavender lies don't affect her resilience.
Blooming with grace even in times of torment .
She emerges from the mire with a pure essence
No hard feelings within as bound in acceptance.


Her soul as old as time is without any guile
The deeds she sows helps another to smile.
She knows this cycle of life ain't a solitary ride.
For we end where we begin knitted in binary ties.

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Gaia twirls and pirouettes.
To the rhythm of the cosmos.
Nature seamlessly morphs.
To the sound of its celestial beat.

North and South spheres tango.
On opposite sides of the orb.
In a show of one-uppance .
Of who's the fairest of all.

Each flaunting their colour.
To rival the other's feathers.
A festive spirit occurs.
Be it an autumnal or vernal fest.— % &Frost melts into warmth.
Harbinger of spring's charm
Playful vivacious leprechaun
Gambols along the north.

Waves her magic wand.
Nature blooms in song.
A colourful visual delight.
Reinforcing the celebration of life.

Flowers unfurl petals coyly
Bees drink their fill with fervor.
Butterflies flit in joyful abandon
Dales blossom green in tandem.— % &The south not to be left out.
Dresses herself in burnished fire.
Meadows painted in cinnamon hues.
Leaves shine like liquid gold.

A mosaic of russet and copper.
Seeds sown has reaped bounty.
Time for being thankful for the plenty.
With friends and the family.

Equinox, a harmony in the universe.
A mystical divine occurance.
As day and night  balance .
Beneath Helois's fiery glance.
— % &

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The winter frost a forgotten dream.
As spring comes dancing with glee.
Her anklets tinkling in the zephyr's swing.
Merrily she goes turning everything green.

The azure shines like stained glass.
Pieces of turquoise and titian damask.
The days sweetly warm like clover honey.
The glorious landscape an artist's muse.

The cuckoo trills a jaunty tune.
Butterflies preen in jewelled hues.
Nature unfurls her beautiful tresses.
Daffodils, Tulips, lilies sway in colorful dresses.

Springs arrival evokes gratitude.
In homes and hearts smiles brew.
For the abundance nature spills.
A joyful revival of life it brings

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Quick in wit and intellect.
Wooed the powerful into her net.
An ebullient beauty bold.
A thousand tales she told.
Creating a legend of awe.
Inspiring centuries by her chutzpah .
— % &Queen of the desert
A thousand tales she inspired .
Her beauty unrivaled.
Alas! those treacherous rivals.
Lost in the annals of the realm.
She remained a beautiful dream.
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