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Love Poems About Egret or Egret Love Poems
by Kingsley Awoh |
Categories: places, me, me, cousin,

Amachara

In those days when national service
Conscripted me for a necessary chore
In in the tap root of Amachara
I abode
At dusk, strange hands lacerate my flesh
At dawn, your girls dragged me into drudgery
Today, weights of reminiscent garrison my thoughts
Amachara, are you still the egret that drums in my auditory?
Is your tail longer-than Mbaise?
Perhaps your cousin Ezeleke
Will let me proof the weight of my love for her.


by RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY |
Categories: poetry,

THREE LINERS

1
by the river Seine
a girl of sixteen summers
opened her blue eyes

2
the tulip opened
to speak out love but the bee
carried the last dew

3
a wrinkle in time
puckered the curtain of her
certain diffidence

4
the distant thunder
to wake  the quick and the dead
smashed in the window
5
the sun cascaded 
over the back of egret
to give birth to dawn

6
nimble fingers curl
plaits of creepers wedded in
moonlit slumber dew

7
mittens of rabbits
galloped in yellow forest 
gamboling skippers

8
succubus laid eggs
hatched clone in gray and blue suits
on some other world





by Jimmy Anderson |
Categories: husband, love, wife

Love Came Down Through Marriage

M-e and you agree to this union of Holy M-atrimony.
A-ll you need to know is I will always A-dore you.
R-egardless what happens we will have a healthy R-elationship.
R-emember all birthdays and anniversaries or you'll R-egret it.
I-n all ways, I will always show how I-mportant you are to me.
A-ll my A-ttention in the world you have.
G-ive of yourself freely, G-oing the full monty.
E-ach person makes E-veryday count.

by john sensele |
Categories: poems,

Questions Bereft of Answers

I ask why I live in a flask
To hide my pride 
To chide and deride every task
Better to stem my indifference tide.

I ask why I feed on crumbs
To lead a life lost in poverty
To bite and fight my own thumbs
When in style I can bask in novelty.

I ask why I love in secret
To osculate in dark corners
To communicate like an egret
To conceal my amity antennas.

I ask why I earn peanuts
To eke out a meagre living
To metamorphose friends into butts
Of my banter when I need forgiving.