YOUR LOVE PROVES THEM WRONG

YOUR LOVE PROVES THEM WRONG

They said you can’t love,
You make them starve,
Starve in pains as you serve,
Only to find you are like a dove.

A dove needs care I believe,
Tenderness as life does sieve,
But all they wished for was to seize,
All they desired were things native.

I came into your life to love and live,
In love forever to you I shall give,
They are amazed at how I crave,
They know not with you I am up to the grave.

You loved me and you did prove,
Our love is a burning flame so true,
Lighting up my nights as it glows at each sunset anew,
Washing me with your love like morning dew.

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HEADPHONES

HEADPHONES

HEADPHONES

why should I hear it
I really don’t want
to
I drown it all out
pulling the curtain
shutters down on
you

in a heavy world
amidst much to care
for
my worn-out eyes close
immersed in music’s
headphones voluble
door

television plays
tunes amidst the
dead
hurt is never felt
hopelessness muted
while music fills my
head

believing you know
sad eyes that I see
with
the burdened world
where lights turn off
headphones musical
myth

© Kim van Breda—30 July 2014

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YOU CAN MAKE IT

YOU CAN MAKE IT

Your strength is valid,
Keep playing on your field,
Precious it is the gold,
From soil it comes as old.

Let them laugh its not weird,
They will know if your talent gets wired,
Fight so hard never be tired,
Hold your gun tight and bullet fired.

Aim high as far to that cloud,
Sing, recite your mind aloud,
Be careful not to fall to the ground,
Since you may not be for long around.

Your are the star of this world,
Your dreams won’t go untold,
Your efforts are seen in bold,
You deserve respect that isn’t cold.

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I’M RINGING THE BELL

I’M RINGING THE BELL

My dear brothers and sisters,
Lets come together in clusters,
With one heart to avoid disasters,
Help Southern Sudan’s hunger spinsters.

Wherever you are in this world’s perimeters,
Take step ahead of these painful blisters,
Blisters of civil war compounding hunger matters,
Affecting millions of children platters.

Lets forget our differences in metres,
Racism kicking it out, just like litters,
Donating one coin and some drops litres,
Litres of water to quench their thirst matters.

Just one word utter for them in your prayers,
They need us, our help as tired game players,
Players who needs substitutes of other layers,
Layers of peace, unity, love and harmony givers.

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Fair praise

Fair praise

What is it to be called?
I was stone walled
She stood for natural beauty
As if in spare time created by an almighty

No unfair criticism
But it must contain humanism
Where beauty is praised
Seen from distance and not chased

What I see on her face?
Real charm and trace
Of pure love with innocence
That has drawn me at once

see her nose
that makes me to suppose
she must be the queen
that was never seen

I must admire thirsty lips
That always keeps
My smile within control
I sink in her beautiful smile

She doesn’t express
Any remorse on face
But a natural smile
That shall remain for a while

Let her remain as an idol
Who shall never witness fall
Only fortunate people succeed
To feel and have her to lead

No doubt, she is finest figure
But homely and kind mother
She is literary identity
So far remained unknown with quality

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