Publishing from my Archives (3 poems)

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I know in my last post I said that I'll write about 'A new jar spell I did to keep me safe and warm from the cold of winter. To prepare me for a new year new beginning and new chances.' but I just find this (arrow down emoji) when I was cleaning in my archives, so here it is I hope you all like it!

The first poem:

One of the Nights from the Thousand and one

As the Emperor calls

As the rose petal falls,

I run in my prettiest

chima jaggery

people in hanbok

around me, but in Bankok.

The first and last, I am

His Majesty's.

We let fire in the chambers of love.

Dance around naked, kisses and hug.

Silk and red, pink and fishes on my ruined dress.

Eleven dragons run off his dress

as I scream.

That was my dream.

Now the sun is ruining everything'

Colours and dust in my dress, it's thin.

The fire is gone and its cold, harsh

politiccs, so I am gone. Not involved with war.

But the next I come again to lay down, for his roar

to wait again its my fulfilment.

The second poem:

Hope

The threes are faded the moon is dancing among the stars

and although the sun can't see he feels that she's happy.

My sun isn't around, but the wind is singing and as the grass

showers in light

I shower with hope that I find my Sun at last.

The third poem:

Library

Old glasses and a cup of hot tea,

That's what you see

When you enter the library.

Dust and books rest

On the desk.

No one is having sex.

Tarot, cross, colours and all, at peace.

Read the wisdom and knowledge, of the seven seas.

Two at the desk discussing

the taboo.

Whispers like the cold wind through the window,

get through the rooms of the library.

The red book is in the hands of a widow.

Ravens in the garden above the tulips,

the trees are curious how the baby bird will look, a mother's kiss.

A new one in the garden, walking towards the library.

The olive tree is judging the rest is happy.

The garden off the library.

A blonde with eyes of the sea,

beauty like you have never seen,

whsipers all around.

Cherry lips and nice hips.

Bosoms like the moon and sun,

the gate like starts.

Hair to the floor, steps to open flowers.

Takes a book of a good cook.

No one is looking anymore.

Old glasses, walking knocking on the floor,

Closer, closer.

"May I help, dear"

That's what you hear.

Big green eyes, trough glasses.

Blue dress and black shoes.

Bow on top. Sweet words shower.

Big smile with a big rosy cheek.

That is the library.

Which one did you enjoy the most? Whould you like to read the analysis the meaning of these or any poems?

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