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I was made BEAUTIFUL, you see
When the Fire inside you ignited within me
Combusted and set my soul free.

BEAUTIFUL, yes, free from hopelessness and despair
Free from my illnesses and care
Free from my worries and heavy load.

BEAUTIFUL by the touch of your voice with its sensual rhyme
Would make my passions rise and climb to heights before never known
Freeing my inhibitions, causing dead feelings live in a new zone.

Yes, BEAUTIFUl--whatever may come, there may never be an us
Your attention to me, though decadent and impacted with lust
Will never be taken away from me since that very first day.

For love is infinite, eternal--though sometimes cruel
Will never fade away
For love is more than BEAUTIFUL.

M. Elizabeth Smith

Play: “Our Love” -

From a very early morning I am walking and running through the mist.It was a mystery,dew usurped me.Cold of fragrance took me aside.I was wet and water,golden water,took me to the deep of my meditation.The flowers were nodding heads in the air.Childrens were playing.Ah!Childhood,golden Childhood,where are u-I need you now,in this terrible time,in this time when people are apart from each other,everyone turned into each others enemy;I need you.I was meditating.Childhood you came and went away.Sands are scattered about,floating in the dusty air.I am feeling you my river.Oh river!my austere golden fiery river-I miss you,miss you forever.I am now in complete darkness.Nobody is around.The city is sleepy,I think it became dead long ago;only the ashes remains.It is breathing with thousands of deads.Fleshes are burning and galvanizing.Darkness wrapped the city.One is grasping others skinny flesh.Its a dark city.I am in complete meditation.
The children from future,be aware;this night will give you nothing
You all will be in complete darkness.you will be born in darkness;gloomy air will be your oxygen.The poetry will go away.You never will know about poetry,about beauty,about the chirping of the bird,about a dewy morning,about a fiery noon of midsummer.I am in meditation.Be aware.This world is full of curves.

Bangladesh- a name
Bangladesh-a darling piece of poetry
Bangladesh-a loving mom
Caressing her all children
From dawn to dusk.

And now tears rolling down on her chick
Flaring like the dew on tender grass
As Pakistan army murdered
3000000 people
In a genocide.


Oh my mother Bangladesh-a piece of poetry!
please be appeased
we are here to remember your martyr-child
And pay homage to their unspoken souls.

rusting statues coverd in barniccles
lined up in rows along the beach
tetherd not moving
some high some low coverd in sand

some standing tall where they stand
metal objects that stand and glare out to sea they watch
passing ships, passing bye, like floating snails on the sea
slowly going there on there way

Metal statues they are gaurding the beach night and day
many they are not sleeping , bye night or day
rusting metal statues standing tall and proud tetherd to where they stand
people passing saying hello

dog peeing on them as they go
people from far and wide visiting them as the stand and glare

Sunday, you caught me....no sleep, a cramp in my leg
A computer crick in my back
Yet the morns all the nicer for that nice trip
I just took through imagination
Along with YOU.

YO LADY...COME HERE PLEASE AND NOW
YOU NEEDN'T CURTSEY FOR I WILL NOT BOW
YOU SEND ME A MESSAGE AS IF YOU THINK YOU KNOW ME
AS THOUGH WE FELL FROM THE SAME VINE AND/OR TREE
AND THEN YOU PROSTILATIZE ON WHAT I SHOULD DO
LADY, I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU
AND THEN YOU SEND ME E-MAIL
AS IF YOU THINK MY BELIEF IS THAT I WAS BIRTHED ONLY TO FAIL
AND YOU BEGIN SPOUTING DETAILS OF MY LIFE AS IF THERE WERE NO DOUBT
AND AS IF YOU KNOW WHAT I AM ALL ABOUT
AND THEN YOU BEGIN WITH ALL YOUR PERCEPTIONS
WHILE I TAKE EXCEPTION TO ALL YOUR EXCEPTIONS
I MEAN YOU TOLD ME ENOUGH THAT I HOULD JUST WALK AWAY
WELL FOR A KICK I'D LIKE TO HEAR MORE OF WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY
YOU, THINKING YOU COULD READ MY MIND
AND THE KIND OF FUTURE I SHOULD FIND
A LADY YOU WISH MIGHT ONE DAY REALLY CARE
a charming LADY NONETHELESSS WITH SO MUCH ADVICE TO SHARE
THE KIND OF LADY WHO THINKS SHE KNOWS IT ALL
AND A LOVELY NATURE THAT CAN, AT ONCE, APALL
THINK ABOUT IT LADY, WHAT IF EVERYTHING YOU WROTE WAS WRONG
AND I WOULD NEVER WANT TO DANCE WITH YOU TO YOUR FAVORITE SONG
YOU WITH YOUR ASSERTIONS, CONCLUSIONS AND UNAMBIGUOUS INSIGHT
AND HOW YOU SEEMED TO KNOW ALL ABOUT MY PLIGHT
YET NEVER HAVING MET ME STILL YOU WERE GOD-DAMNED RIGHT
AND IF YOU CHOOSE NEVER TO WRITE ME AGAIN I CAN AT LEAST REMEMBER A LADY WHO TOOK THE GLOOM OUT OF MY ROOM IF FOR ONLY ONE LOVELY NIGHT
YES, BLESSED LADY, YOU WERE PRECISELY RIGHT
SHE'S TOO COOL FOR SCHOOL
(C) 2011...~free cee!~

Cattle die kindsmen die
Thy to will soon die
But far and fair will
The deeds of a good man
Travel even after death

How to see through dripping eyes
only then can the truth be exposed
everything is blurry and out of focus
but never have I seen things so clear

These brown eyes have glimpsed beauty many times in this llifetime. Yet, never before have they glanced upon such exquisite nobility as lies before them tonight. The texture of your skin softer than the finest silk. Your dark wavy hair so beautiful, like the mane of a thoroughbred stallion. I'm afraid if I touch you I may damage the jewel. for my hands are rough from tampering with steel. Please forgive the boldness of a poor fellow's stare, but I can't succor myself. You're as lovely as the sight of a baby doe. Those piercing dark eyes of yours burn the abyss of my soul. How incredible it must be to awaken next to someone so fabulous, your breath caressing my cheeks, your fragile frame entwined with mine. Indeed, what a blissful moment, knowing that for once in my life I am going to be touched by a creature so phenomenally extravagant. It makes me almost dizzy to imagine what it would be like to taste the delicate fruits of your secret garden and nurture from its basket like bees swarming to honey. By Cheyenne Yakima

Love transcends everything ~
Challenges . . .
Distance . . .
Time . . .
Like memories it evokes,
Love is never lost
If it's still found
within your heart.