Submissions by mojado123 (mojado-123.)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am a silent poet speaking through my mind words that can't be put down,words that are so strong to be listen to by the intelligent people in the deep underground .
Too Late Have I Loved You.
The world
Used me
Abused me: And then
Refused me: And then
You found me
Wrapped me in Your arms
Washed me
And nursed my fresh wounds
To heal
My hopes you bandage together
My broken heart You mend
From piece to piece
With Your right hand You made it whole
My smile is now with me
Sorrow I have left to the world
My dignity Your restored
My joy You indemnify.
How I wish I could have known You earlier.
Used me
Abused me: And then
Refused me: And then
You found me
Wrapped me in Your arms
Washed me
And nursed my fresh wounds
To heal
My hopes you bandage together
My broken heart You mend
From piece to piece
With Your right hand You made it whole
My smile is now with me
Sorrow I have left to the world
My dignity Your restored
My joy You indemnify.
How I wish I could have known You earlier.
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This day
This day
Let me touch your life
At every point you have lived
Let me be the reliever
Of all those painful lonely days
That you felt you needed love
Let me be the yes
To all the no's you've experience
And for all denied happiness
Let me be the joy.
This day
Let me be the quencher
Of your thirst for romance
Let me be the bear doll
You cuddle every lonely night
And for all evening walks
You've been dreaming about
Let me the dream fulfilled
To walk you through the moonlight.
This day
Let me dress you...
Let me touch your life
At every point you have lived
Let me be the reliever
Of all those painful lonely days
That you felt you needed love
Let me be the yes
To all the no's you've experience
And for all denied happiness
Let me be the joy.
This day
Let me be the quencher
Of your thirst for romance
Let me be the bear doll
You cuddle every lonely night
And for all evening walks
You've been dreaming about
Let me the dream fulfilled
To walk you through the moonlight.
This day
Let me dress you...
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Life Taught Him To Be Wise
He loved and left wise
Of a poor child on the street
Begging from a bowl old of rust.
He knelt and drop a coin
Of the last of his day's pay
Tonight there will be no food
For his stomach to sleep.
He went to bed to sleep
Happiness taking over fear
Of a tomorrow that has no promise.
Like a child in sleep he smile so divine
For an act that brought him joy.
Sleep he will be relieved
To know life taught him to be wise.
Of a poor child on the street
Begging from a bowl old of rust.
He knelt and drop a coin
Of the last of his day's pay
Tonight there will be no food
For his stomach to sleep.
He went to bed to sleep
Happiness taking over fear
Of a tomorrow that has no promise.
Like a child in sleep he smile so divine
For an act that brought him joy.
Sleep he will be relieved
To know life taught him to be wise.
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I saw a madman
I saw a madman today -
Had to stop and observe him
To see if any difference of him-
Apart from me existed-
And was astounded ;
A pair of legs, left not being right
Right not being left, he had -
Five toes on each he had, just like mine
He had a body of pure flesh, like mine
And I saw some six packs -
Was tempted to touch, but was scared.
He had a pair of hards, with five fingers
on each; thumb to pinkie.
He had a mouth, yeah! 'cause I saw him speak -
But the words were not that audible;
He spoke just like the brother possessed...
Had to stop and observe him
To see if any difference of him-
Apart from me existed-
And was astounded ;
A pair of legs, left not being right
Right not being left, he had -
Five toes on each he had, just like mine
He had a body of pure flesh, like mine
And I saw some six packs -
Was tempted to touch, but was scared.
He had a pair of hards, with five fingers
on each; thumb to pinkie.
He had a mouth, yeah! 'cause I saw him speak -
But the words were not that audible;
He spoke just like the brother possessed...
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Stillness
Stillness breaths in me, like a tree
It searches deep into my soul-
My ever awake soul
It reveals to me a power much greater-
A power of who I am.
It absorbs me with much greatness-
Greatness to conquer hell (unknowing )
It calm my nerve like peace-
It assures me of love.
Stillness speaks to me-
In a voice and I I listen in silence
It searches deep into my soul-
My ever awake soul
It reveals to me a power much greater-
A power of who I am.
It absorbs me with much greatness-
Greatness to conquer hell (unknowing )
It calm my nerve like peace-
It assures me of love.
Stillness speaks to me-
In a voice and I I listen in silence
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IPHONE!
Since he came to your life
Mine has been miserable
You have ignore my heart
While embracing his
I wish I could have known
I could have found me a comforter.
No more do we speak-
As time you spend with him more
You hug him
You kiss him
And even caress him
All to make me seething with anger.
My space, my bed he occupies
We no longer have romance moment
As time you take a lot talking to him
Taking selfies.
You treasure him more than me.
These days I miss you a lot
Comfort in me is hard to find ....
Mine has been miserable
You have ignore my heart
While embracing his
I wish I could have known
I could have found me a comforter.
No more do we speak-
As time you spend with him more
You hug him
You kiss him
And even caress him
All to make me seething with anger.
My space, my bed he occupies
We no longer have romance moment
As time you take a lot talking to him
Taking selfies.
You treasure him more than me.
These days I miss you a lot
Comfort in me is hard to find ....
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MALALA (and out of that silence came thousands of voices )
And the bullet missed her heartbeat;
Out of it came a heart immortalized peace-
of those warriors that of guns they can't fight
That a pen and a book they took to fight-
Silence of the voices tramped by war, which-
Came in the form of death to knowledge, of -
Thousands of children who thirst for liberation
From ignorance to rise up, so that their-
Voices in audacity can carry their hope
Out of it came a heart immortalized peace-
of those warriors that of guns they can't fight
That a pen and a book they took to fight-
Silence of the voices tramped by war, which-
Came in the form of death to knowledge, of -
Thousands of children who thirst for liberation
From ignorance to rise up, so that their-
Voices in audacity can carry their hope
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He sits Alone..
Pensively he sits alone-
on the steps of their home.
Resigned to what fate took-
of a mother, so he dearly loved.
Death! O Death why her?
He questioned none, but Death.
on the steps of their home.
Resigned to what fate took-
of a mother, so he dearly loved.
Death! O Death why her?
He questioned none, but Death.
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Situational Irony..
Public figure, peace he preach
At home, pieces he breaks of wife's bones.
He arrested one yesterday, whose charges he knows not
Today he was arrested breaking the laws he swore to protect.
He is her father and her his daughter
But was seen in a compromised position.
He is an anti-corruption advocate
But was seen receiving an envelope
from that guy we all know.
He is a religious leader, a pious person
But couldn't resist the flesh.
At home, pieces he breaks of wife's bones.
He arrested one yesterday, whose charges he knows not
Today he was arrested breaking the laws he swore to protect.
He is her father and her his daughter
But was seen in a compromised position.
He is an anti-corruption advocate
But was seen receiving an envelope
from that guy we all know.
He is a religious leader, a pious person
But couldn't resist the flesh.
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An Occasional Indulgence..
He accompanies the night
To seek the fairest of them al'
His bed like ice, cold they emit
Warmth it needs to regulate.
In a parade he spots them-
Flashing their diamond blings
And he picks the fairest of them al'-
For the night to be relevant.
It was just an occasional indulgence.
To seek the fairest of them al'
His bed like ice, cold they emit
Warmth it needs to regulate.
In a parade he spots them-
Flashing their diamond blings
And he picks the fairest of them al'-
For the night to be relevant.
It was just an occasional indulgence.
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Can't Stop Thinking About Her.
Passion of the princess
Warmer of my un-quenched desires
I employed her beauty, and fell in love.
Patent is her beauty by the federal bureau of love-
an original copy of my soulmate.
Can't stop thinking about her.
Her kiss in the lovelier night-
numbed my breathing
Ruby is her lips, sweet like honey-
I tested.
Alabaster is her breast, hard like an apple
Steady and ready
Her waist batter like, soft and slippery
So magical to hold
So sweet, so fresh is her smell-
like lavender
Can't Stop thinking about her.
Am aroused by...
Warmer of my un-quenched desires
I employed her beauty, and fell in love.
Patent is her beauty by the federal bureau of love-
an original copy of my soulmate.
Can't stop thinking about her.
Her kiss in the lovelier night-
numbed my breathing
Ruby is her lips, sweet like honey-
I tested.
Alabaster is her breast, hard like an apple
Steady and ready
Her waist batter like, soft and slippery
So magical to hold
So sweet, so fresh is her smell-
like lavender
Can't Stop thinking about her.
Am aroused by...
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And then she left..
And then I saw her
and then she looked beauty
and then I told her "I love you".
And then she smiled shyly
and then consulted her heart
and then accepted my love.
And then coffee dates we went
and then we kissed
and then we exchange vows.
And then the mornings were bright
and then the nights were warm
and then the days were short
And then she left
and then she disappeared
and then she never came back.
And then my heart missed her
and then my heart was lonesome
and then my heart was broken.
and then she looked beauty
and then I told her "I love you".
And then she smiled shyly
and then consulted her heart
and then accepted my love.
And then coffee dates we went
and then we kissed
and then we exchange vows.
And then the mornings were bright
and then the nights were warm
and then the days were short
And then she left
and then she disappeared
and then she never came back.
And then my heart missed her
and then my heart was lonesome
and then my heart was broken.
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