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  Jun 2016 AB
Theophilus
In the distance I see them,
Dark billows unfurling
A canopy of grey across the horizon,
Forcing the sun into seclusion.
The rain is coming.

In cadenced formation they advance,
Nimbus clouds on the march,
Curtains of gossamer white hanging
In their trail. The rain is falling.

The hills sigh with relief,
Refreshed at this sweet aspersion,
Renewed and restored
By the Providence that
Established their foundation.

The rain has stopped.
The clouds roll on to distant lands, impelled by a cycle that will see
no end.

And all the earth lies content
In quiet meditation,
Radiant on a bed of primordial mist.
AB Jun 2016
I remain dazzled by
The subtle flash of your
Enchanting, sistine eyes,
& sweet margarine cheeks

My heart extends its wings
& glides with all the doves
Upon hearing the sound
Of your soothing giggle.  

I’m at the mercy of
Your immaculate touch;
My adulation for
You is ineffable.

& yet, despite it all,
The pungent taste of a
Love turned sour remains
Fresh on my seething lips.

O I wish I’d never
Been tickled by the touch
Of love; & I wish you
& I’d never spoken!  

It seems I’ve been cursed
To love what can’t be loved,
& hate what can’t be hated.
This was poem was published here earlier, but I decided to edit it a bit.
AB Jun 2016
“Veronica”
Whisper her name & let the word
Linger within the anthem of
A whistling, sultry summer breeze.

Enunciate the word again
& let each syllable flow through
My weary bones & longing heart.

The sound fosters a melody
So sweet and proud; I’m overcome
By gentle dreams & gallant goals.

“Veronica”

Alas, every sound & every word,
& every person fades away
Like the dying of a rainbow.

Echos disperse & colors melt;
Promises of forever are
Only meant to tantalize.

Despite it all, I will grapple
With nebulae of space & time,
Seeking a chance to make things right,

And rekindle my lifeless love,
“Veronica”
  Jun 2016 AB
Syeda Shams Unnisa
Strange enough but once I felt
it poured down from the sky
poured down on me, sliding
through my hair, it dripped
in the joyous company of naught.

It took away my heart
that had dried its every beat,
in a silent shiver due to cold,
my peace dewed me again.

      I realized it's important to fall like rain
to seep into an ocean again.
  Jun 2016 AB
Ernest Hemingway
If my Valentine you won't be,
I'll hang myself on your Christmas tree.
  Jun 2016 AB
Ernest Hemingway
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