Eat, pray, weep…?


Shelter from heat
Is that all we seek?


Wishing on a passing cloud
Is that all that holds benefitting clout?


Sing in my praise, before they sleep
Eat, pray, weep…is that the order of the sheep?


Come on by with a wistful must
Shatter those chains of an aged past
Unwilling though…you still find trust!


For look ahead, far deep into the light
A challenging sword, in all its might
Clearing boundaries…all around, left and then right
Herein lies my evergreen, vengeful delight!

A poem by Chriselda Barretto

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Heart Shaped

This one is for you
You will recognise it
If you are the true, my baby boo!


Your eyes like deep pits
Enriched with years of grandiose soul
Your skin more glowing
Rife with melted chocolate and honey
All of it encouraging me so much more!


Your hands so divine
A pleasure for us, all mankind
But mostly its your heart
Hidden in depth, but shouting out
Cream-filled, pure, delicate and refined
Honestly spread even, a fine gold-mine
Waiting and ready for me to entwine!

©Chriselda Barretto

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