A Mirage In My Life….#Poetry. Published at Gobblers/ Masticadores.

I’m glad to announce that my poetry is published at Gobblers/Masticadores//Editores: Manuela Timofte/J re Crivello.

I thank Mr.J re Crivello, Director and founder of Gobblers/Masticadores and his team

A Mirage In My Life…#Poetry

Sometimes you bring drizzling rain
Sometimes you shine brightly

Sometimes you are a swirling spring,
Beautiful feathers of peacock,
shimmering serial in the sky
and a wet…….

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©️ Jane Aguiar

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What is love? #Prosepoetry

Love is the elephant in the room when it comes to poetry because in the past our kings used to invade other kingdoms and conquer other empires by war and abduct their princesses; not only abducted, but also married to them and used to roll around in bed under the influence of alcohol.

They did not care about age, subjects, or their other queens. Does the kidnapped princess really want to marry him? No one cared. Everything happened on strength.

Perhaps the princess felt that an insect was crawling on her body and perhaps she hated love.

Other queens must have often felt their value diminished.

They were always drunk. Courts were not held, judgments were not administered, thefts were on the increase and they were blessed to have women at their feet.

The boundaries of these women were only husband, hearth and child.

It wasn’t love, just lust. They were so consumed with lust that they rolled on the bed like a lazy elephant rolling in mud.

When they sensed danger, they could not look back like an elephant because they were in lust and had no choice but to run away. Those ran were cut down.

Love is a sacred feeling, it cannot be scratched, it cannot be forced. Love is earned by love. Love is defined differently, isn’t it?

©️ Jane Aguiar

Written in response to:

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A new ray #Villanelle

I lost a lover along the way
Reveals deep pain
But transformation, a new ray

A broken flower likes to hang but does not fall
You said,’you hurt me too much,enough Jane’
I lost a lover along the way

Recharge the system, I love it all
A broken heart stands again
But transformation, a new ray

Love has taken its toll
Brain runs like a metro train
I lost a lover along the way

A withered flower has to live till it falls
Life needs little rain
But transformation, a new ray

Respond to me before nightfall
Don’t like strain
I lost a lover along the way
But transformation, a new ray

©️ Jane Aguiar

Written in response to:

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⭐⭐highlighted words or phrases are mostly used in Tarot Card Reading.

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But Who Knows… #Poetry

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By Maria Aguiar

Good Evening!🌆 Here’s my first Poetry. Pic Credit: Shmm I have a very old relationship with pain, even if I say no, it comes close to me, I thought after meeting you, now the pain will go away.But who knows why the pain didn’t leave me? There was affection in your speech, there was love […]

But Who Knows… #Poetry

Food Chain..#Poetry #haiku

I had a strong desire
to build my nest myself
and to achieve the construction
I brought twig by twig
from my beak.

Shaped my nest.

My beautiful nest was
on the stump
of a small tree.

One day a snake smelled it
and approached the nest.
He was starving.

I screamed in horror.

The good man,
near whose house I had built the nest,
heard my cry
and took care of my nest
and helped me.
He placed my nest in his gallery.

Now I go there, it feels so safe.

One lesson learned
the stronger eats the weaker
it’s nature’s food chain

©️ Jane Aguiar

Written in response to:

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Back To School….#Poetry. Published at Gobblers/ Masticadores.

I’m glad to announce that my poetry is published at Gobblers/Masticadores//Editores: Manuela Timofte/J re Crivello.

I thank Mr.J re Crivello, Director and founder of Gobblers/Masticadores and his team.

Back To School …#Poetry

God give me childhood,
don’t change my mood,
to go back to school,
to climb the stairs of the school.

To share an umbrella,
to wet my friend Ruella….

©️ Jane Aguiar

Pic Credit: Darlings

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Rain…#poetry

LATE POST

Clouds come and bring rain
Purify my heart
Let the ray of hope awaken awareness

Allow the soil to grow new sprouts
Don’t let the wind crush them
Clouds come and bring rain

Renew our minds
Cleanse the world with your holy water
Let colorful flowers bloom in every part.

Let the fragrance of flowers permeate everywhere
Let the internal wick continue to burn
May everyone have such a good life and happiness

©️ Jane Aguiar

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Written in response to: w3-prompt-16-weave-written-weekly/

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Can’t meet…..#Poetry

An evening at the beach
Full of emotions beyond reach.

My heart missed you
Every beat reminded me of you.

The eyes captured the scene
To persuade, played in the water of saline.

Blue sky above, blue water at my feet
I can only miss you but can’t meet.

©️ Jane Aguiar

Pic Credit: The next trip

Written in response to:

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