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
Written in response to:
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I’m glad to announce that my poetry is published at Gobblers/Masticadores//Editores: Manuela Timofte/J re Crivello.
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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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Lighthouse bedazzled
lights flashed like a reflection
replacement of sun
Mother’s affection
the heaven blesses the child
carefree relation
©️ Jane Aguiar
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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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I’m happy to announce that my Syllabic Poem (Lacalma) is published at Gobblers/Masticadores//Editores: Manuela Timofte/J re Crivello.
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Lost In You …#Syllabic Poem
I gaze, the dusk glows with colour
Sky fell in love was a rumour
Attracts me your sense of humour
I came from afar tattooed name
Did this to prove love and gain fame
Grief washed away in a light rain
Tears came down at the thought of pain
The door of soul open honey…..
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©️ Jane Aguiar
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⭐⭐ The poem above is a LaCalma syllabic poem: Rhyme scheme: aaa,bB,cc,dd,bB
8 syllables per line in iambic tetrameter
11 lines per stanza. 3 stanzas(33lines) total
Content must be nurturing, spiritual
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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
Written in response to: w3-prompt-17-weave-written-weekly
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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
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Extended edges
a crumbled stone curtain wall
like Chinese dragon
©️ 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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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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