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Sammy Shaq Poem
Heaven's blustery winds
are under her sheets,
over the curvature, an arc
ripening our bodies moist,
grazing her trim bush,
upon my long brush,
and plum
is her berry.
Copyright © Sammy Shaq | Year Posted 2018
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Sammy Shaq Poem
Disillusionment
is no doubt a mirage
and to wake up one morning
with dawn’s recollection
as to be like, a slumber like any other,
just to realize,
your destiny suddenly has changed.
It’s unfathomable.
Copyright © Sammy Shaq | Year Posted 2021
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Sammy Shaq Poem
Meet me, rose
and we’ll sway till we wilt.
Marry me your word,
and we’ll ring till dead.
Copyright © Sammy Shaq | Year Posted 2018
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Sammy Shaq Poem
In search of my rhythm,
I feel the dawn’s early rise
and the dwindling fall
of a moon’s sigh.
I'll shine forth my tone.
A sonorous glow.
Night or day.
Dark and light.
We're up in the sky.
Copyright © Sammy Shaq | Year Posted 2021
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Sammy Shaq Poem
Everything
is a dark fog
when I try to think light of it all.
Nothing
is a dark light and
when I’m in it, it’s an empty fog.
Copyright © Sammy Shaq | Year Posted 2021
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Sammy Shaq Poem
I wonder about you
and saying that
feels abstract.
I’m trying
to touch you,
know you,
see you,
feel you,
but it’s
only if I’m alive
I wonder about you.
Copyright © Sammy Shaq | Year Posted 2021
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Sammy Shaq Poem
Tirelessly inevitable.
Age has an implosive nadir.
The surprise creaks of pain
like a sudden realization,
inextricably perceptible.
Leaden mirrors.
Dust follicles.
Mirages.
Undyingly entropic.
Copyright © Sammy Shaq | Year Posted 2021
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