It was something spectacular, I knew it and I was left breathless
I was touched. I felt it the soft warm hand and was immediately moved in motion - I liked it!
A perfect image by not god, but by a human being. I see no flaws, no disease, no hate. No more lies on oath!
He does not think about my looks. He norr longer calls me fat. He loves me for who I am and not for what I am!
She does not embarrass me when we go out. She talk to my co-leagues. She is always happy when I'm glum, tired or drunk.
Satisfied Costomer by Splendar Moon
A satisfied Costomer should scream,
She should cry her eyes out and not dream,
She should smile,
She is 75 years of age and would take her 3 miles,
A satisfied Costomer should bleed,
It shows that she is in control to lead,
Her 40 years of marriage,
All stars - horse & carriage,
With 10 lost grand bikers,
She sold her house to an eleven pounds 'Hitchhiker'
She needs to upgrade & save on her specks,
Will she go to Doreen with a bottle of Becks?
At a local library she booked a computer lesson,
A young suited councillor approached her and said 'I am married & where is yourson!'
'Fruits of Labour' by Slendar Moon
There were three girl,
Three girls had 3 plants,
one wanted to be richer- She wanted to sell fruits and become rich,
one wanted to be famous - She wanted to give all her fruits to the king,
one wanted to abuse mens! - She wanted to kill by poisoning the fruit,
For the first week all 3 girls watered their plants,
Week Two: One out of 3 plants died by the rain. It did not have minerals and nutrients,
Week Three: Now there were 2 plants. Both grew and prospered.
Wk4: Now it's summer: Only one gave fruits!
the girls wish was answered by 'God' she poisoned her man and gave him happiness as he was dying of illness.
If I Had a Hand by 'Splendar Moon'
If i had a hand i would touch you,
If i had lips i could kiss you,
I have neither,I am a voice,
I am a shadow,
I am your conscience,
If i had four legs i would walk and hold you,
If i, If i,
You are true i know,
I showed my honour,
I closed my eyes besides you,
You see the word 'Magic Beans' non my collar shirt,
My Muslim wife 'Lauron'on my lips, you being my love
Lauorn being my heart and magic beans are my eyes,
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Marriage
What is marriage?
Is marriage about kids?
Is it abut sex?
is it about love?
No! It is about work!
It is about sacrifice!
It is about culture,
It is about religion!
What is a disgraced marriage?
It is all fake doings,
90% of un-belivers those who say 'Salam' and 'Oh Jesus Pooing'
We are rich and do not let beggers and paupers,
There is only one per cent of O.G hopers,
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)