Rain – a Haiku

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Rainy summer days
Undoing itself in heat
Drops that cool the soul
© Máh Lima


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Beyond – a (fake) Go Vat

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There is something between the lines
And each time I look in your eyes
I can see it goes beyond love

There is something that makes me fly
And I can feel my soul ignite
I can see it goes beyond hope

I’m afraid you won’t even try
But I’m telling you this feels right
I can see it goes beyond love
© Máh Lima


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Soulmate – a Fib

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Time
stood
quite still.
The moment
you came into view,
love resurfaced from within me.
© Máh Lima


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Declared – an Endecha

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I wonder if my name still
lives at the tip of your tongue
every time you claim her yours
like you used to declare me, when you were mine.
© Máh Lima


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Forever more – a Doha

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Darling, life has dimmed the gentleness in your bright eyes,
I can’t pretend to understand how it feels.
Nevertheless I believe in your strength to move on,
and I will stay by your side until it heals.
© Máh Lima


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Not Perfect – Genre: Urban Arts

I’m not perfect.
Although that should be clear as water, sometimes I feel the need to state it. For myself and for others. Especially for others. It is probably my fault and in my actions. It’s probably something I do or don’t do. It’s probably because of the way I see the world and how I speak of it.
I am not perfect.
And I get tired.
And I give up too.
There are so many things I have given up and not looked back. There are so many things I have looked back but not regretted. There are so many things I regret too.
It’s entirely human. I believe.
Being a mess of so many things, not only good, not only bad, but everything. Not black or white but fifty shades of blue. And some purple, once you wear those rose colored glasses. On holidays. Or those real good days.
The days you hold on to with everything you got to keep moving forward. To keep moving. Even if only an inch or less. Even if to the sides or back. Just moving. Because life is made of movements, moments, actions and decisions you never really got to think through.
Life happens. But I digress.
I’m not perfect. And that’s fine. It’s entirely human, I believe.
What about you?
© Máh Lima


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Originally Written and posted at: Genre: Urban Arts

Time, thoughts and disappointments

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I get disappointed. But it’s been a long time since I got disappointed in people. No, lately I get disappointed in myself. For believing. For creating expectations. For thinking this time things will be different. For hoping. I get disillusioned as soon as I get my hopes up.

And I wonder. Is it time? Is that all I need, more time? But should you start anything by having no faith in it? Isn’t trust and respect something that should be given by default? And if you don’t, how will you ever create it? And isn’t it unfair to the other human being with issues of their own?

I get disappointed and I wonder if things will change if I grow a little more cold. A little meaner. A little less nice. I wonder if time will give me the answers it has refused to give me until now. And if, changing that way, I’ll grow more (or less) disappointed in myself.
© Máh Lima

Beyond love – a Conachlonn

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Pour all your love on me tonight
Light my soul on flames of desire
Higher, let’s fly beyond the flesh
Express all that we have suppressed
Undressed as we’ve n’ver been before
© Máh Lima


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C is for Conachlonn.

The Conachlonn is simply the Irish version of chained verse, examples found at Celtia.

The elements of the Conachlonn are:

  1. written in any number of lines.
  2. syllabic at the poet’s discretion, often 8 or 9 syllable lines
  3. assonant chained rhymed, meaning the vowel sound of the last syllable of the line is repeated at the beginning of the next line.
  4. written with dunadh, the beginning syllable ends the poem.


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Be you – a Butterfly Cinquain

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You stay
peaceful and still
hopeful despite the pain.
Patiently walking, undaunted,
forward.
The world cannot see what you see.
Never mind what they say,
carry on, love.
Be free.
© Máh Lima


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B is for Butterfly Cinquain.

Butterfly Cinquain isn’t a cinquain at all:it is a nonostich (9 lines)and uses the syllable count of the Crapsey Cinquain and then reverses it, therefore the misnomer.  The elements of the Butterfly Cinquain are:

  1. 9 line poem.
  2. syllabic, 2-4-6-8-2-8-6-4-2 syllables per line.
  3. unrhymed.


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If only – an Aubade

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If only for tonight let me miss you,
let me reminisce all the moments we lived
all the joy we’d bring into each others lives.
If only for another day let me cry
while I remember your smile
that was only for me.
Let me love each piece of you
that stayed with me.
Come tomorrow I’ll put it all behind
and pretend I’m fine, like I often do,
since the day you left us here.
© Máh Lima


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Alba or Aubade are:

  1. a love poem, most often mourning the parting of lovers while extolling the coming day.
  2. constructed at the discretion of the poet, length, stanzaic form, meter and or rhyme. although often a smattering of rhyme is present without any particular rhyme scheme.
  3. dramatic since it is often dialogue between the parting lovers or coming from a cuckold husband or a watchman’ warning. Sometimes dialogue is silent, expressed in images.

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