poemsbyninotaziz: February 2012

Muse

At the grocery stop

In downtown Pittsburg

I found my sure fire muse

A can of tomato soup

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A tribute to the Pop Art legend

For the Magpietales

Long distance love

I'd cycle the whole night

Just to let your voice

Light up my corner of the world

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For the Magpie Tales

Illusion

It was the coldest

Of winters, the deers froze

In their tracks

The seasons change, yet

My lady was cold and lost

In the deep forest

So the old baron

Called upon spring to come forth

Make haste, make haste

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But Lady Frost sat

firmly on the ice cold earth

and suppressed the buds

From ever returning.

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Written for Haiku Heights

With my hands
I planted this wild ginger
Until it bloomed
All throughout the year

With my fingers
I cut the pink blossoms
Green leaves and more
Tended to my lovely garden

With my heart
I arranged a simple bouquet
For my kitchen table
Where we eat and play

So that my loved ones
Would enjoy a lovely scent
A thing of beauty
An afternoon well spent

At home.
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For Poets United : Thursday Think Tank

Ecstasy

i n e c s t a s y

Her breath - a perfume
That made men delirious
In the summer heat

Her translucent skin
A pulsing beacon, a promise
Of untold heights

Her hair - a snare
That entangled their passion
Deadly in winter.

Deadly.

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For the Magpie Tales and Haiku Heights.

The Heart Remains

All her days

Her heart led her deeds

Now - all of her

Remains.

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This is an experiment for the Magpie Tales.

Yes

Yes!

Despite the race against time
I say yes to this little moment
Of tenderness

It becomes a lifetime of memory

My pen glides
Against the smooth white paper
Of poetry and words

It becomes my work of a lifetime

My green fingers
Say yes to this garden
Of trees, shrubs and herbs

It becomes my solace and hideaway

My heart, will and soul
Say yes to this embrace
Welcoming him to my space

He becomes my other self

A buffer against the many reasoned 'No'

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For Thursday Think Tank