Graham erekosima Poems
My Treasure without Measure
by Graham Ereks
You are the silky gazelle of the esteemed paradise
Blazing radiance on me in a blissful beam;
Your daintiness flabbergasts me, so nice
I pray together we become a team.
The fauna and flora, with you I can’t compare
For wherever I go I see your face, my rose;
My love for you daily-multiplies, indeed not mere
For you are the reason I can take this proud pose.
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My Precious One
by Graham Ereks
Words aren’t enough, actions may do,
To explicate how colossal my love for you
Is. My love for you is perpetual, my precious one;
My fair senorita, my one in a gazillion one.
My diva, my jewel of inestimable value,
My love for you is gargantuan, not mean.
Even the flora and fauna know that I love you,
And I know this love, my dear, you’ve seen!
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I am
by Graham Ereks
I am the silent loudness in my commune
I am the goated sheep with a voice like a cacophonous tune,
I am the ambitious lad with no room,
Embraced by kwashiorkor, now I'm like a crooked broom.
I am the speaker loaded with a silent scream,
I am my mother's son with a big, fat, burgeoning dream
Let me not be the stationary aqua, let me not be stagnant
Stardom on my mind, indeed I have a dream pregnant.
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Ode to a Chum
by Graham Ereks
My words to whomever it may concern,
Heed not inattentively, for I'm here to affirm.
'A good name', they say,'is better than sacrifice',
And, I add, is indeed more valuable than jewels.
Why live a life so damn, in all façades, phoney?
Need I remind you that your living it isn't funny?
Why would you, folk, be ensnarled in frivolities
When all you'd get is none but mere trivialities?
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Solitude's Song
by Graham Ereks
The life of a loner really isn't funny
At times he wonders why many live a life so phoney.
Many a damsel he is surrounded by
Yet he chooses,instead, to bid them goodbye.
Heartbreak is life's most feared terrorist,
Eating man up slowly, albeit like a northern tourist.
The fear of this Mary indeed is the genesis of wisdom,
Ah, what a bummer I baked, falling for a slag, so random .
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The Lament of a Distracted Scholar
by Graham Ereks
Papa said, Son, you've got to face your book'
But here I am lavishing my time on Facebook.
Damsels here and there, I poked and chatted up,
Ignorant of the fill-up of my own cup.
'We can meet up for some great fun tonight, innit?'
My words to her alone, unknown that she was a spirit.
I had a future untill I met this Jezebelous witch,
Today here I am stuck as a bitch.
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I am
by Graham Ereks
I am the silent loudness in my commune
I am the goated sheep with a voice like a cacophonous tune,
I am the ambitious lad with no room,
Embraced by kwashiorkor, now I'm like a crooked broom.
I am the speaker loaded with a silent scream,
I am my mother's son with a big, fat, burgeoning dream
Let me not be the stationary aqua, let me not be stagnant
Stardom on my mind, indeed I have a dream pregnant.
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Solitude's Song
by Graham Ereks
The life of a loner really isn't funny
At times he wonders why many live a life so phoney.
Many a damsel he is surrounded by
Yet he chooses,instead, to bid them goodbye.
Heartbreak is life's most feared terrorist,
Eating man up slowly, albeit like a northern tourist.
The fear of this Mary indeed is the genesis of wisdom,
Ah, what a bummer I baked, falling for a slag, so random .
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Amanda's Plight
by Graham Ereks
Unclad she saunters,
Surrounded by waters.
She is beclouded by felony
Yet embraced by colossal melancholy!
Unloved by the one she loves,
Now believing there are no doves,
Many a time she attempts suicide,
Wishing for the efficacy of the pesticide!
'Men are scums', she exclaims nonstop
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My Forever-Cherished Mamacita
by Graham Ereks
How I feel I Can hardly express in words
But I'm certain we'll be perfect love-birds.
How I fell for you I really can't make crystal,
But, trust, this love is gargantuan and magical.
You, my dearest, are my jewel of inestimable value;
The only one to whom I can utter 'I love you'.
My crush, without you I feel absolutely empty.
Who can resist your incomparable beauty?
Days and months have come and gone, and still counting,
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