Asuka's blog: "Random Poetry"

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I find myself staring at you without realizing, You notice and ask or start criticizing, "What?" you say and wonder why I gaze, Thinking to myself; is it a natural phase, I always find myself looking at you so, For it's because of you and your glow, You're as caring as love and as sweet as sugar, So there is no reason for my gazing so peculiar, I love you even looking at you in awe, There's no reason for my love at all. Its just there, Forever and always, It will never die, even after all my days.

Sweetness So Zeal by Nicki R. In thee I see sweetness so zeal That my smile is ever so real For it has, inside, made me feel blessed To now have one who has chosen this mess One who has gone through, to fix and remix Thus showing the true arithmetics Of this broken record skipping off beat That forever tried to completely retreat From any and all who would reprimand Until suddenly you lent out your hand With tender eyes pulling me from the abyss Thou has proven all is anything but lifeless Thou once said; life is truly what you make For you, yourself and for your sake Thou has pulled me out of the obscurity And helped me to trust my self security Now I no longer fear the reprimand For who I am is from the touch of your soft hand I can now be free of all that had daunted me For it was Thou who had salvaged all of me In thee I see sweetness so zeal That my love for you is ever so real

The Square Root of Three By Kumar Patel I fear that I will always be A lonely number like root three A three is all that’s good and right Why must my three keep out if sight Beneath a vicious square-root sign? I wish instead I were a nine For nine could thwart this evil trick With just some quick arithmetic I know I’ll never see the sun As 1.7321 Such is my reality A sad irrationality When, hark, just what is this I see? Another square root of a three Had quietly come waltzing by Together now we multiply To form a number we prefer Rejoicing as an integer We break free from mortal bonds And with a wave of magic wands Our square-root signs become unglued And love for me has been renewed (Poem Originally From: Harold and Kumar Escape from Guantanamo Bay)

"The Three Ravens" There were three ravens sat on a tree, They were as black as they might be. The one of them said to his make, "Where shall we our breakfast take?" "Down in yonder greené feild There lies a knight slain under his shield; "His hounds they lie down at his feet, So well they their master keep; "His hawks they flie so eagerly, There's no fowl dare him come nigh." Down there comes a fallow doe As great with young as she might go. She lift up his bloudy head And kist his wounds that were so red. She got him up upon her back And carried him to earthen lake. She buried him before the prime, She was dead herself ere evensong time. God send every gentleman Such hounds, such hawks, and such a leman.

"The Unquiet Grave" "The wind doth blow to-day, my love, And a few drops of rain; I never had but one true love; In cold grave she was lain. "I'll do as much for my true-love As any young man may; I'll sit and mourn all at her grave For a twelvemonth and a day." The twelvemonth and a day being up, The dead began to speak: "Oh who sits weeping on my grave, And will not let me sleep?" "'Tis I, my love, sits on your grave, And will not let you sleep; For I crave one kiss of your cold-clay lips, And that is all I seek." "You crave one kiss of my cold-clay lips; But my breath smells earthy strong; If you have one kiss of my clay-cold lips, Your time will not be long. "'Tis down in yonder garden green, Love, where we used to walk, The finest flower that e'er was seen Is withered to a stalk. "The stalk is withered dry, my love; So will our hearts decay; So make yourself content, my love, Till God calls you away."