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His Love

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His love makes me a better person
It lifts my head up on days of doubt
Taking me to leaps and bound
It fills my core to pop and plump
Like sugar candies rice and such
His love moves my heart like tidal breeze
Delighting my mind for days to come

4/29/14 11:04pm

A Collection Of Short Poem VII

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EVERY CHILD

Every child is capable
Lovingly birthed with potential

FAMILY

Stringing moments
Like fine pearls
We spend time as one
Daily building for them
A centered foundation

WHEN K. SMILES

Her dimples of joy turn inward
Every happy chance she gets
Love dancing in her big brown eyes
Buttered toast, mommy, or biscuits on her mind

THE COLORS OF LOVE

The colors of love
Are the colors of their hearts
Displayed brightly
When they flash their pearly whites

PLAYING ON SATURDAY MORNING

This laughter
Alarming giggles
Ringing gratitude in my ears
My heart beating back to life
Life, worries, bills, and chaos momentarily gone

Saturday morning fun
Has just begun

LOVE

Two happy laughs tickling my essence
Tiny hands embracing my all
High fives, nighty night, sweet dreams
And funny faces
Saying it all

I LOVE YOU MOMMY

Quietly as I turn out the light
Just in time for sleep to set in
This heartbeat of mine whispers quietly
Her sleepy voice softer than a squeak

I love you mommy

MOTHERHOOD

Birthing poetry and poems
Many thanks to their daily (ness)
I could fill a book with childhood fun
And silly toddler antics
Motherhood birthing strength and creativity in words

LOVE II

Consumed by overwhelming love for these two
Heavenly miracles gratefully mine
I crumble slowly falling apart like a pack of cards
Under the weight of my own words
Tears free falling
Grace my only embrace

UNTITLED

My crowning glory
These twins girls so into pink
My heart blushes love

PRAYER

Bless these ones
You so graciously entrust in my care
Love them oh Lord, bestowing grace daily upon them
Be their hearts’ desire, its joyful supplication

Faith, hope, and love always living in them

Amen!!!

A Collection Of Short Poems VI

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PAINFUL THOUGHTS OF YOU

Raking golden colored leaves on my front yard
My body curls as cold air blows past my eyes into my heart
Painful thoughts of you welling up like tears deep inside

LOST IN LUST

Lost in the warmth of his timely words
I envisioned the embrace would be even better
Lust shaded my views as I succumbed to his will

OUR KISS

This breath
No longer warm
Just tepid
Stinking of lust
Ugly reminders of you

EVIDENCE

Your eyes are darts
Achingly piercing the heart

Scars and tears
Stained crimson red
Evidence of your hidden truth

UNTITLED: NEW FOUND LOVE

I am not defined by him
But this new found love sustains me

YOUR LOVE

In the heart of my poems
Lies your love
Beating my motives to life

YOUR LOVE II

Your love sits written in ink
Sealed with desire
On the tablet of my beating heart

Here now passion resides
Scribbled all over
You and I as one

YOU ARE MY POEM

You are my poem
I write in love
Youthful lust
And happy thoughts of you

CANVAS OF MY HEART

I spread this canvas of light
Golden in its ray
Like summer sun bright and warm
My heart paints
And caresses your name
In love

YOU ARE MY POEM II

You are my poem
The ying to this passionate yang
My calm and peaceful Zen

My inspiration and quiet meditation
I write in love of you

* A lovely, joyfilled week to you all*

A Poem Born Out Of Spam, And Naughty Search Terms

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Images courtesy of http://www.google.com

A lot bring people to my blog
My name unique and strange
Matched with my big African booty

These people want badly to know me
And what it’s like to make love
To an àbíkú faerie
Possibly with pictures of a black yansh

While maintaining an attitude of gratitude
Yorùbá words appealing to their sexual lust

A lot bring people to my blog
And boy am I glad they come
Leaving with short seductive stories
To tell horny girls
Bitches who love Europe

Life issues and the many
Unfortunate plights of mankind
Slipping past their Sunday night minds

Àbíkú- wanderer child. It is the same child who dies and returns again and again to plague the mother(An ancient Yorùbá belief)
Yansh- a slang, (often considered vulgar) for booty.

*I had a good laugh looking through the search terms, and spam….this poem, albeit ridiculous was born out of it all, so thanks to these people :). Whatever the reasons anyone stops by my blog, I hope they leave happy, and I am thankful that they stop by, though I doubt that picturess of any booty, big or otherwise, would be shared anytime soon. Have a lovely Friday and weekend dear friends…no, I am not an àbíkú or a faerie, or even a lethal combination of both :).  Be good to others, and to yourselves.