IMAGO

this is between me against the mirror;
the conflicts and the constraints,
the truth and the dare do or don’t.
will i say i become an adult today,
who watches the Cuppy woman flaunting wealth
from the hard-work, restricted by my
mental pull of a hatch
if i could just propel my brightly dark wings,
leaving arms and legs on the stem of a blue ivy
who nurtured me with the nectar, secreted
after my world had been hatched to larva
till now. this image is a freak,
i am the world itself in a mirror, lifeless.

Natur’s Pictur N’quill. 2019.

CHOICE

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This life I wish to live

Is the life I’m living

It’s my life

Not your life

It’s my life

My living… 

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This life we choose to live

Is the life we’re choosing

Is the life

You choose, I choose

We choose, 

So choose! 

Natur’s Pictur N’quill 2016©

FOREVER***

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My unwritten art imagined you

when brooding about future, 

you are that angel 

with broken wings

you are that angel 

who is in need of my tinge

you are the angel

so, I’m here

you are the angel

my guardian, my heir…

Now that we are

at the juncture of my piece

I kissed your forehead

unknown to who you are… 

like a diary dream

we became soulmate

destined to love each other… 

You are my poetry

I’m here, I’m yours… 

just think no more

your hiddens, my journey

now and forever… 

Natur’s Pictur N’quill 2016©

VANITY

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A lamb slained… 

On’d hill top, 

Our death reign

As tears drop.

Hnmm…natur… 
©Natur’s quill 2016

MY SON ix

 My son, 

Much have I said, 

What will you say when you are old? –

When your children is your world

When your world is your word

When your word is your deepest Lord? 

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Will you say your says

or what I’ve said? 

Will you say what I’ve said 

or what you’ve said? 

Will your life portrays my says 

for says’ sake? 

Will says portray your life 

to a living lake –

Surrounded by each source of soil?

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Little will I tell you more beneath skies

For every gift of life is vanity… 

I’m weak, just live to leave

As leaves flutter away from a tree

To pave way for her bareness…

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I fight…(Continue…)

©Natur’s Pictur N’quill 2016

THE MAGIC

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Give out the gift of poetry

The earth will rejoice –

The soil, sea, and breeze;

The land, water and air;

The trees, lilies, and wings

 will poise… 

For the earth is poetry.. 

©Natur’s Pictur N’quill 2016. 

MY SON viii

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My Son,

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This journey of life…is a rope

Tied round a loin as girgle –

Guiding it’s pride. 

It’s no longer a rope but a stride

To be a circled rainbow… 

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It may be viewed by your insight

To see sun in his core

To see moon in her heart

As spectrum spies through your eyes

To read each poem before you leave… 

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Though you listen

To the voice of the earth, 

Listen to your soul –

Will your soul melt

By what this earth has sown? 

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Listen to silence, to whispers;

To’d hiss of dragon in pretence –

Crawling through your mind, 

Making this new world of temptation

Knowing to whom you are

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As satan dwell in the midst of hell

Dwell with the breed of thought

Where idea was captured and caught…

Hnmm…will you hug your lonesomeness

Of being, in the meadow,  My Son?

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Much have I said, my Son, 

What will you…(Continue…)

….

©Natur’s Pictur N’quill 2016.

HERE WE ARE…

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Here we are

Beneath the Sun

Above the Shore

Betwixt decision

Of east and west

Of sea and sun

Of insight, of flight

Of world of ours

Of whom we are! –

Beloved of Nature!

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Photo Credit: Natur’s Crew

c. Natur’s Pictur N’quill 2016

Fact!

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Life is all about taking a risk,

So take it!

Life is a risk

Risk it!

What life will never be 

Is never yours,

So, think!

MY SON vii

My Son, 

Be an owl in the dark;

In the serenity of life,

Be careful and watchful.

Care not if you are weird…

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Just be an owl

And howl…

When it happen at night

Be the weird of sight

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Sigh every evil 

Sight every good

In broad daylight

Be your darkest darkness!

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Don’t be fooled but the fool

Allow foolishness to core you

Out of the fruity wisdom

Of your likeness

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Be weird of whom the mold

Called you

And wise of whom your thought

Thought of you…

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Be evoke with all awakening

And sensitive to all sensitivity

Be your core silence

In the quake of your volcano.

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You are never alone

You howl, your yous

Know where you are

They will locate your you.

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Be of your flight,

Your wings are not of eagle,

Be of your sight

Your eyes are eagle-eyed…

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Be humble and heedful,

Respect sublime silence

In your grievous time

To reap your coming time

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Care not if you are weird

For future watches the sun

Whilst owl pretends blind

To see any brooder of her kind.

c. Natur’s Pictur N’quill 2016
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