Thursday, July 22, 2010

HER STRENGTH OF MY WEAKNESS

You have the secret to my heart

—Mastering my weakness to pompously slash me apart

You made me fall in love deeply

Sad pleasure of emotional ‘oamily

Your beauty brightens my mind with smiling confidence

—Knowing fully well it was a trap with dangerous appearance

Pungent pleasure and pitiable pain bleed wild hurt—

Hurt that rejects my happiness like passionate dirt

I’m manipulated —tricked and twice ill

Embrace by sweet threat of your will

Now, you have come to refresh my mind with remarkable memory

Memory of deep feelings recklessly crafted in your clitoris’s diary

If only I knew how to STOP! Stop you from afar distance—

I could unconditionally prevent your pilot with smiling resistance

I feel suffered by your insolent presence

Your love smells with Companie’ essence

But can I keep your guilt from astonishing error?

Desired error —produced by your terrible terror

It is my shame to dream of loving you

I refuse to accept your kiss and to say, ‘I do’

I’m deeply flattered by your brilliant tears

Honest tears of disgusting wears

You made me believe in your mysterious touches

I was slowly swerving silently as a swages

My wits kept the beautiful image of your ancient love

Love of illegal affection —pictures of treasonable cove

But you might still be my sweet darling

Gorgeous taste of a special feeling

My heart longed to profit from your temporary pretence

Indeed pretence—danger but black temperance

I want to still see and hold you

I want to chanced the correction by you

Breakup —opportune disorder has cut our hearts so deep

But your new love is far from what I can keep

My heart is worried to see you go mad—

For you’ve snatch my value as a unpolluted lad

Again, you have found the weakness in me

Sweet bits of true love we can’t see

My SMS have kept you with restlessness

Your phone calls has brought me nervousness

But if we are meant to be

Let love pain our colors and we will see

Decisions of distance carelessness  

—Her strength of my weakness 

Thanks for Reading
Joeforlove, Expert Librian POET
Dedicated to the error of male's memory!

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Dream from the Calabash

Danger gently looked in the eyes of a dark shadow


The old man’s palm wine fumed with delighted smile

Gravity caught the attention of the palm branches

Smocked Lamps could be spotted at the village’s widow

But the furious dust spoke in silence for a while

Night breeze verge the feathers of the lad’s chickens

They were homed in a net basket, with excellent lice—

It wasn’t a tradition —a culture of distressful happiness

Happiness, captured by the brilliant sound of virgin’s dances

Why couldn’t the eye lid receive siesta instructions from his nature?

May be, the fireflies held the attention of an illumine creation

It was very fresh; the sweetness was inspiration to his gray hair

The calabash mirrored his memory with dusting stories

—About how he taped, hunted and weed with rounded achievement

The salt in his sweat applauded his efforts with narrow arrow

Birds lyric were music to babies attempting busy sleep

The fire wood magic spattered in primary colours

Wonderful colours, smugly sending out pleasurable odour—

That was when I watched my first bamboo car move with careless passion

—As my mom’s proudly stood at a distance hut smiling without action

Young man’s virgin were waiting in the banana shrub

Shrub in which love could reconcile with plucky fear

It was a world where wisdom with own to aged—

Wealth, to the energy of hard work

And love, to the deepest care of honest desire

The darkest part of the night was in amity with the cloud

The due escorted stripped footed dances with drowsy laughter

Grimly smock forbid liquid with revengeful annoy

—As standing breast, so tempting, bid hairy chest good bye

This was the youngest beginning of my future’s past—

A brilliant culture to which all African dreams are born

Dedicated to the forefathers of Liberia


Joseph M D Johnson, Expert POET

Liberia
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Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Lonely Without Your Smile

It has just been a while
I’m lonely without your smile
It have not been too long
And my heart is partly not strong
Your touches on my lips cannot escape my mind
Your attractive hips and beautiful ways are so kind
I want to love you, hold you and kiss you
Indeed love you, boldly telling the world, ‘we are one but two’
I want to gently feel your natural love in my heart
Proudly polling painted past apart
I miss the moments you caused me to cry
And how you dry my tears when you smile and try
I deeply desire to see your gorgeous face
Beauty to which all is a race but syrupy grace
Days are passing slowly but fast
And I’m captured by the legacy of our adoring past
Your creative fingers has caused me no harm
Your tender care has kept me save from harm
Your romantic voice is like music to my memory
Romantic vision of precious summary
How and why could distance be so unjust?
Unjust to the resistance of an angelic dust
My eyes still pictured your first-class steps
Sweet steps that have softly given me peace and rest
Honey, I know how you love me so dearly
Now, the world is watching so clearly
God bless the wisdom of your intelligence
Remarkable diamond of my heart’s Allegiance
No matter the distance
I still trust in the existing love of your sugary Radiance

Dedicated to gentle ladies that love 'Green Rose!'
Thanks for reading my Poem.
Joeforlove
Liberia
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