The golems of ire,
spits fire into men’s faint hearts,
coursing madness through.
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Cheemnonso™
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Lust
Desire of the flesh,
raises tombs where Pharaohs lay,
sowing seeds of fey.
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Cheemnonso™
Hope
Like cyanotypes,
life paints beautiful pictures,
amidst negatives.
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Cheemnonso™
Lost. (Tanka)
We wandered astray,
further into the wastelands,
where hearts evanesce,
and listless love lay athirst,
yearning for our drops of tears.
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Cheemnonso™
The Prayer
O quaint Queen of hearts,
Fill my house with your aura,
So I may breathe again.
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Cheemnonso™
Nature’s Vibe
Autumn auroras,
awe-gusts and august auras,
apays all ages.
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Cheemnonso
O Ye Heavy Laden!!
Walking on water,
Spirit and soul stays afloat,
Burdened body drowns.
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Cheemnonso™
Twist Of Fate
Lost in the Ether,
the withering flower blossoms,
A mundane mystery.
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Cheemnonso ✍️
Dance
O marvelous dance,
pure poetry in motion,
how I bask in you.
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Cheemnonso
September
Sweet sonorous songs,
Engulfed in good tidings,
Postured in the walls of our hearts;
This, I wish us these
Ember days,
Mustering magnificent memories,
Burning all scarlet scars
Etched in our lives,
Radiating joy forth.
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Cheemnonso™
Whisper in the Wind
Susurrant sage sounds,
sleekly slays savoured savages,
stirring startling stares.
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Cheemnonso
Life
The thin veil called life,
Fragile as it seems to be,
Yet, precious than gold.
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Cheemnonso
Why??
Why does a man grin when
He’s half way up in his success story,
Yet, sobs when he’s half way down??
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Guess one can be Happy and Sad at the same time.
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Cheemnonso…
Winter Is Coming❄️
Winter; cold and dire,
Fills the earth with glum and gloom,
Yet, mere mortals stare.
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Cheemnonso…
Spirit of Air
Sister Abigail,
Graceful as a soaring sylph,
Fills the earth with warmth.
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Cheemnonso ✍️✍️✍️
Love
The abyss of love,
Deep for my heart to eclipse,
Yet, I fall fatuous.
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Cheemnonso ✍️✍️✍️
Happy Birthday
That moment when the hands of time stood still,
beknownst to me, a salient star is born,
brimming with joy from her head to her heel,
in a world prepossesed in angst and scorn;
I saw her for who she was to become,
not even a single sane soul could compare,
with her beauty rendering Aphrodite numb,
and her mien as cold as Medussa’s stare;
Fifteen seeds festooned in her garden by God,
fifteen years it took the first to germinate,
umpteen fruits harvested from thy first pod,
umpteen souls her Midas touch will make sate;
Really pleased blood strangled us with its ties,
leaving us with good times and not goodbyes.
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Cheemnonso ✍️✍️
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