Happiness forever… #chain_verse

pink mist of the winter season
season that brings lovers closer
closer so that they become one
one and only one relation

relation that lasts and grows fast
fast as the scent of Jasmine
Jasmine flowers to impress love
love, pure love of his impresses

impresses Jennie towards Johnnie
Johnnie teaches her dance forms
forms bring a miracle to life
life line is now on the track

a track that pleases his mother
mother is happy for this
this brings everyone happiness
happiness comes forever

Copyright ©️ 2022 Jane Aguiar

⭐⭐ Learn to write here 👉 chain-verse 8-7-8-7 syllables are used alternately to form quatrain

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Dark Spell… #prosepoetry #haibun #ekphrastic-poem

where dawn meets the dusk
my arms outstretched for a hug
became straight line

Kir stretches out his arms to embrace Zhenya passionately

With the help of a dark spell, she forces him to love her again but she chants the wrong spell and stops the fountain, the flow of water and time.

the season’s image
reflection in calm water
like soul’s mirror image

He deceives her in love but she loves him deeply
After learning that she will be the mother of his child, she wants him back
She meets a Yogini and learns a dark spell interestingly

In the wedding ceremony of the lovers,
she recites, ‘I am yours and you are mine’
Thinks that her best friend and her groom are true lovers

She steps down and falls.
The groom helps her, though it disrupts their wedding
As she chants, her lover re-enters her life only to shower love like heavy rainfall

He is so engrossed in love that he is not even aware of the child
Loves only and does not allow to take care of the baby
Finally, bored and panicked, she becomes wild

Plans to kill him and an accident occurs
Even after he dies, his soul yearns
to become forever hers

Amo” I love you!
love deeply from head to toe
dark spell, drowns me in you

Copyright ©️2022 Jane Aguiar

Pic Credit: Dark spell

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⭐” Amo” means boss. She becomes the boss as she rules his soul.

⭐⭐ I tried to write idyll haibun for #tankatuesday-syllabic-poetry (one prose and one haiku) according to the rule, the title should connect to the poem.

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Ode to love.. #ode

Love resides in the temple of the heart
Purity reigns in that house
God blesses those souls never to part
Love rules the mind and heart of the spouse

We should have no expectations
No demands and no hi-fi dreams
Only then do souls shower love on one another

We should have no regulations
No pride and no costly creams
Only then simple soul attracts each other

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Me … #Dizain #Poem

Made by me: rose and coffee soap

I don’t taste food until I smell
Orangy food makes me hungry
The fire burns, i know that well
Brownies spice food makes me angry

For bath, coffee soap is needed
Smell of coffee, penetrate nerve
The nerves are charged and seeded
The purpose is to write and serve

©️ 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

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You and I
long to meet each other and therefore struggle
to meet each other everyday.
We tell many lies to
our parents to make
our relationship work miracles and last till the end(s).
And now we have met, are meeting and will meet.

©️ Jane Aguiar

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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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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

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From start to finish..#poetry

From start to finish, I apply
Now waiting for your reply

Thinking about, what the result will be
Mind is distracted but I’ll deal with it, you see

This love has taken a toll on me
I only think of you and me

This union can be a mystery
There may also be past life history

I was trying to write our story
By mistake, you became my poetry

Is that, why you like my poetry?
And I love to read your short story?

©️ Jane Aguiar

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Is that what it’s called? ….#poetry

My adorable darling,
I think of you every night, every morning.
My heart doesn’t feel anything.
My darling, you are my charming.

I don’t feel like studying.
You fuel my feelings.
I see the teacher teaching,
but get lost in your dreams, dreaming.

My hobby is counting,
the first letter of your name while studying,
and decorating it while teaching.
Is that what it’s called? Missing.

©️ Jane Aguiar

Written in response to: W3-Poetry-Prompt

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