Poetry

Ours

Its about a transition in my life and other peoples desperation for truth inspired me 

When you are an empath  It is no longer "your" body When you can feel the fear of your best friend Hoping his father never hurts his mother again from the contents of...

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Closure

Its about finalizing break up and her tears inspired me

The flame that was resonating within your soul finally got dim At the end of the road At the bottom of that ever so long chasm At the lowest low You were there

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Messenger

When all you seem to be understanding is the truth You realize how all your words to those who don't see are nothing but sucker punches  Blows to the face from a stranger...

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Untitled

A very soothing feeling having her around  I just want to be gentle Kiss her  Love her  Feel her  Understand her Nuture her Treat her as if  She came out  of the earth  Not...

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Lovers

I will liberate my longing lips When leering at His lusty limbs That labour with a lucid liveliness, Limning His lineaments of loveliness.

I will optimise my owed orientation  With His overwhelming osculation That obtains...

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ego

It is about I in a good mood to write a poem.

To spice things up in my life,

I added a pinch of humility. 

These girls from my township,

Love me so much.

And I keep telling myself that,

to nurse an ego and a grudge,

I'd have to burn in...

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Voices of terror

voices of terror they bring horror Destroy you and leave you hollow destroy you from deep, deep like in your bone marrow voices of terror they confuse me like chemistry they remind me...

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The New Leaf of Salvation

Micheal Jackson's song: Heal the world prompted me to write this poem. I dreamt of a world where there will be peace and unity; with less segregation and intimidation.Hence this new world is what I...

The New Leaf of Salvation

The world is ours

Let us not wait for hours and hours

To make the seed of love grow

We need to manure love and let its light glow

To north and south, east...

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Halifax

I was inspired by the city in my back yard. 

~~ Noisy streets on a Friday night. People walking, feeling all right. Cops around, keeping people from a fight. Music playing, under the light.

Feet of all shapes moving to and fro! Where they stop,...

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The Rhymer

This poem is about me and what I like to do.  It just came to me one day. 

~~I live in Nova Scotia, A true Mari Timer! Poetry is what I write, They call me, “The Rhymer”.

Rhyming is a special gift. The words, they always flow. From my pen onto the paper,

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