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Writing

I am sitting here with my pen
Wondering what to write
Don’t want to think of the topic
Or the subject of love tonight

Some say I write about love to much
It’s in most of my poems
Some thinks it’s my own emotions
And I pure my feelings into them

Yes some times to write a poem
You have to put your heart into it
And then fiction and reality blends
Like a colorful sweater being knit

When any one read my poems
I like to leave them thinking after
So I write from many sides of life
Fill with tears, love and laughter

So today I won’t write about love
I think I will give it a rest
There are a lot more important topics
Maybe I can try to address

But the only thing that comes to mind
Is the woman that I’m crazy about?
Her beautiful smile, her starry eyes
And sweet voice from her cute mouth

My heart melts every time I see her
And like a wave she swept me away
And she glows brighter than the moon
Over the beautiful maracas bay

Oh sorry, I’m writing about love again
It’s just so hard to not think of her
But Let me stop this poem now
And get a next sheet of paper

Maybe I will write a song
With a nice melody to get you hook
And look for some pictures for it
And later post on face book

Or I could write about la romaine
By my cousins teddy, bobby and daughter
Hanging out, playing cricket and football
And helping my aunt sell by the cinema

Or about our times in Indian trail
Going in the bush for grapefruit to eat
Or when all the kids come to marabella
To spend holidays on ramsamooj street

Or write about learning tailoring
By ram mohess tailoring on Lord Street
And when ram send me by takoor, s
To buy bake and beef for the workers to eat

And its where I meet my best friends
Derek, jacks, Carl, gangadeen
Then Derek stop going to parties
Join Hare Krishna and shave his head clean

But I can’t stop thinking of her
And I just want to write of the love I feel
And I will blend in fiction with reality
So no one can tell which part is real