THE MEMOIRS OF MY POETIC MIND

THE MEMOIRS OF MY POETIC MIND

The mind of a poetic maverick
It’s a cryptic ode not a limerick
This here isn’t a literary gimmick
Versed rhymes its true bailiwick

Such a brain is very hard to pick
Has been through thin and thick
In life it has toughened like a brick
And has many battle wounds to lick

Some presume it to be mentally sick
Others deem it as intellectually slick
To Tom and Harry it’s a pompous dick
To others it’s a gluteal muscle to kick

When the mental cogs start to tick
Then worded rhymes start to click
Thoughts to be jotted down quick
Like a golden egg hatching to a chick

Deploys the pen like a magic stick
Upon the world its canvas to prick
And as soon the pen is given a flick
Poems appear like a magical trick

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The whispers

The whispers

The sweet of you drips softly
like the honeyed dew of Spring
A whimsical breeze
on lips of branches old
like the shimmering leaves
in silver gold
becomes your whisper in my ears
The sweet of you in my glistening tears
Oh how I miss the soft of your voice,
the gentle arms that held me so,
the whisper in my ears
on lips of branches old
like the shimmering leaves
in silver gold;
the whisper of a mother’s love

© Priya Patel 5/29/2015

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sleep…

sleep…

The street looks deserted
No sign of life and activity
From the threatening chasm
Emerges the worms and insects
In search of some fleshy morsel.

In the heap of debris afar lies
A cute baby with closed eyes,
The parched wind buries his body
Scratched and crimson, with sandy dust
In silent peace, he sleeps fast.

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MANS DEFILEMENT OF TRUE LOVE

MANS DEFILEMENT OF TRUE LOVE

True love is what many seek to attain
Its promise of heavenly bliss is certain
Yet many hearts and souls do ascertain
That its very procurement is uncertain

The sexual joys and thrills that pertain
To the intimate niches that we entertain
Plus sacred vows we neglect to entertain
Have forced true love to close its curtain

For the nature of man is a haven of distain
Such that he has failed miserably to sustain
The purity of true love, that calls to abstain
From vile and disloyal corruptions that stain

Thus because of man’s inability to restrain
From his many perversions that constrain
The power of true love, the cause of strain
That has ultimately derailed true loves train

It is the deceptions that our lusts contain
And the sexual greed our hearts maintain
That has erected a very massive mountain
Between us men and true loves’ fountain

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POETIC DRIZZLE….5/29/15

POETIC DRIZZLE….5/29/15
1.
When my feathery thoughts about you escape
They fly and spread as woolly and gypsy clouds……..
When I utter your name with great longing
They escape as the melodies of lonely cuckoo……
2.
My beloved !
keep the door of your heart open for me
I come to you with flowers of love
I have empty bag, empty mind
Have only healing touch as my wealth……
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