shayarisms4lovers June18 12 - Goose Punches – Part One

Goose Punches – Part One

The first in a series of short independent poems… You can call it a package of micro poems … enjoy! When I see her gravitate towards me. Very uncomfortable I feel. It’s all because of her hills. Not her heels beneath south. But the one pointing east. And the other facing west. It makes me shudder with passion. When her hills quake with violence… @MurtinJuen. Yesterday is a fade. Today is a new cake. Take your blade. Cut your portion. Let’s celebrate. @MurtinJuen. Poetry is noise, sounds and voices. Garnished with words and phrases, shared. With yourself and your world. Your world, your peers. Your world, your lovers and haters. Your ‘huswife’… The audience… @MurtinJuen. I had love for her. She never knew, it was hidden, growing, until. I never knew she wanted me a brother. I never knew she wanted me, not a lover. She had love for me. I  never knew, it was hidden, growing, until. she never knew I wanted her a sister. she never knew I wanted her, not a lover. @MurtinJuen. When my eyes see you through the fire stone. And you still can’t see me love you through the flames. If I meet you again, […]

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shayarisms4lovers June18 210 - Take My Thoughts Far – Part One

Take My Thoughts Far – Part One

A short poem to goose your thoughts… That was my first time; I never saw a lizard flying to catch a butterfly over the wall. How? How uninteresting the world will be if we had just one colour to see. What interesting songs a womanizer will sing if it was right to wed every female finger with rings. How the sun will burn our beings as we continue to kill the trees. How Africa will rise beyond a million degree, if he scraps the schools billion fees. If their land is clean, check the bins on the street, Africa. How? What chaos there will be if all creatures had wings, including the sea and its beings. How healthy the vein that eats the green over again How happy the saint who meets Jesus face-to-face How snappy the snail if every delay had a price to pay. Tortoise will fly, if static speed attracted a moment without breath. How Bolt Usain would have bolted pass the plane if speed meant everlasting life. How? Marry a wife, keep her to your side, enjoy her, everyday, she is a gift. How the earth would have quaked in pain if it welcomed only sun […]

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