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  • dishang8614 2d

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    #slowly
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    Slowly, she fights the furor that caged her
    In the secluded corner, her inner voice mingled in sacred devotion,
    With prayer she quietens the hubbub of the day
    Slowly, she overcomes the pain,
    Wearing strength, setting her world aflame

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    Slowly, she fights the furor that caged her
    In the secluded corner, her inner voice mingled in sacred devotion,
    With prayer she quietens the hubbub of the day
    Slowly, she overcomes the pain,
    Wearing strength, setting her world aflame
    ©dishang8614

  • dishang8614 3d

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    #arspoetica
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    May the poem be an aftertaste, delightful to a lover's undying love for his paramour

    Vivid in red like the amaryllis, pure and elegance
    Standing upright without shame

    A poem should be a velvet shore that once offers a serene walk to a lonely vagabond

    To leave someone gazes in every word with satisfaction that lasts for a lifetime

    A poem should be a healing words, deeply penetrated to your angst, bruises and pain

    May the poem be a treasure serves in your starving eyes, presented on turquoise stars to the moon and the universe of your heart

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    May the poem be a treasure serves in your starving eyes, presented on turquoise stars to the moon and the universe of your heart
    ©dishang8614

  • dishang8614 4d

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    Love blooms on the golden grasses

    Oh, my dearest love
    Join me on this prestigious morning
    With these abandoned luxurious grasses
    Will you pluck some of them to tickle my barefoot?
    So they will consume my grief and sorrow
    Until they bid adieu to the luminous golden rays
    Enclosed the bruised petals of mine
    Hold me tight and we both subside on the mildewed
    leaves without agony
    For no surging touch of an avalanche can separate us
    So kiss me, love me the way a cogon grass made such love to a fodder
    Before the cornfields bid adieu to the sunset
    Lay me down to the golden grasses
    And sway me in a retro dance

    Oh, my dearest love
    Join me on this prestigious morning
    Feel free to starve your eyes in the emerald mountain
    Listen to all the birds singing in hymns
    Let your spirit breathe on the hamlets of the dew
    Touch the freshness of the water on the riverside
    And we will both drink the sweetest nectar of poesy
    Witness the daffodils in full bloom, the mayflower do fade
    But my love to you will always be on top of the glacier

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    Oh, my dearest love
    Come and take me to the village
    Where the wildflowers are bursting
    so as our love igniting,
    Before the cornfields bid adieu to the sunset
    Lay me down to the golden grasses
    And sway me in a retro dance
    ©dishang8614

  • dishang8614 5d

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    #roots
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    Where I'm from?

    I'm from my pen and paper
    Started with a single dot
    Multiplied by hundreds of poems
    And was recognized from your soft naked peach mouth

    I'm from the verse of decayed metaphor
    On freshly blossomed daisies and dandelions
    Among those dried pages, I came out as new shoots on petrichor tales


    Where I'm from?
    I'm from the land of the promise
    In the pearl of the orient sea
    Where I was once a dormant seed
    And awaken from a medium moist soil
    Watered with red and white blood cells
    Nurtured from both type O parents
    A loving family is where I am from

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    Where I'm from?
    I'm from the land of the promise
    In the pearl of the orient sea
    Where I was once a dormant seed
    And awaken from a medium moist soil
    Watered with red and white blood cells
    Nurtured from both type O parents
    A loving family is where I am from
    ©dishang8614

  • dishang8614 1w

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    #refrain
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    Dim on the dust, eyes piercing the stars
    He who carves a verse that rust,
    Freely scattered at last
    Holding contentment, stabbing bitterness,
    While finding moonlight shining on his lap
    While finding moonlight shining on his lap
    ©dishang8614

  • dishang8614 1w

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    So much burden
    Too tired to carry on
    Before my words will collapse
    Let me borrow first the soul of this cat
    Nothing more, nothing less
    Just meow, meow and meow!
    ©dishang8614

  • dishang8614 1w

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    #recipe
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    A recipe for a happy living

    Here are the ingredients:

    Unlimited cup of good deeds
    An overflowing cup of love
    A dozen heaps of kindness
    A litre of forgiveness
    1 gallon of positivity
    1 pinch of generosity
    A spoonful of care and understanding
    A dash of smile and laughter
    An ounce of patience
    A zest of trust
    A cup of faith and hope
    A sprinkle of prayers and gratitude

    Instructions:

    Before you will start, be sure to wash your hands to get rid the dirt from your past
    Enjoyed mixing the unlimited cup of good deeds and dozen heaps of kindness
    Gently spread generosity and positivity
    Stir thoroughly a good understanding and tender loving care
    Adding some ounce of patience to make it more delicate with a zest of trust
    For you to achieve the overflowing kind of love
    Add on some sweet smile and laughter
    Garnish with faith and hope
    And don't forget to sprinkle a genuine gratitude
    and a heartfelt prayers
    Considering an amount of forgiveness is needed to come out the desired savoury taste

    Note:
    Serve and share it wholeheartedly as often to your friends and to others who would loved it

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    A recipe for a happy living
    ©dishang8614

  • dishang8614 1w

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    #gifts
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    An ultimate gift

    A gift can be of so many things
    A diamond ring, gold necklace,
    A gift of life or a gift of love
    In my life, I don't matter of
    what kind of gift I will receive,
    Because I have already this ultimate one
    Isn't so fragile but still I keep and wrap
    inside my heart, sealed with love and care

    A gift can be of so many things
    But I have only this kind of ultimate one
    This gift is for a lifetime
    One gift that made me proud of
    One gift that made me cry and smile
    One gift that let my heart connects
    even a thousand miles away
    One gift that makes me more patient
    One gift that gives me strength
    One gifts that tells me life is so precious
    not to be squandered
    One gift that holds my hand
    until my last breath succumb me
    One gift that teaches me how to forgive
    and leads my heart to fall In love again

    A gift can be of so many things
    A diamond ring, a gold necklace
    In my life, I don't matter of
    what kind of gift I will receive
    Because I have already this kind of ultimate one
    My only child, my gift for a lifetime

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    A gift can be of so many things
    A diamond ring, a gold necklace
    In my life, I don't matter of
    what kind of gift I will receive
    Because I have already this ultimate one
    My only child, my gift for a lifetime
    ©dishang8614

  • dishang8614 1w

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    #letter
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    Dear fellow inkers,

    I know how it feels to hold a blank page in your palm
    To not able to hear the words parading in rhymes
    To not able to see your thoughts growing
    And blooming just like a scented carmine rose
    As if your metaphors are fearful to come out
    In the dark den of your subconscious mind
    Those verses and poems that are hard to conceive
    Like knitting your golden scarf, halfway losing entangled
    But it's okay, don't compel your pen to bleed
    Pause for a while, learn to feel your words in the void
    Who knows at your silent mode you can initiate a better version of your lost words
    It's not over yet to spilled your ink
    Be patient, soon the blank page will be filled
    With a dazzling stardust of your finest words
    For once, I was there wearing the same dull clothes
    of inkless verse like yours
    Somehow I didn't stop strumming my words until it find their way to carve the lost chords in me
    So as my dried ink set ablaze and lit again

    I hope and believe that one day your words will ignite like mine

    Yours truly,
    Daisy

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    For once, I was there wearing the same dull clothes of inkless verse like yours,
    Somehow I didn't stop strumming my words until it find their way to carve the lost chords in me
    So as my dried ink set ablaze and lit again
    ©dishang8614

  • dishang8614 1w

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    This morning solitude
    when sorrow cease
    I finally make my way
    to sail my boat with joy
    on annexes of silent row
    the light is shining bright
    a glorious day full of grace
    with all the dewdrops glint
    grasses on their luxurious green
    the skies leaden blue wintry
    hope exists, heart's contented
    so as I embrace the morning elixir
    with love, kindness and forgiveness

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    To live life embracing the morning elixir
    with love, kindness and forgiveness
    ©dishang8614