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WILLIAMSJI MAVELI POEM

UNVEILED CANVAS

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI POEM

UNVEILED CANVAS
Beyond the veil of form, where shadows skip,
I lie, a canvas bare, in a...

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Musing with Mozart

Musing with Mozart


Just sitting on the grand piano stool in silence?
my fingers placed upon its keys

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Norwegian Wood.

She smells naturally good.
Like Norwegian wood.
Her lips soft and pink.
Through them...

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Emotionally Unavailable

From now until the end of All time
I'll be wondering what could have been
if you would have...

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Repentance

I'm not happy about the death of my enemy
I've failed as a human core,
Because I couldn't...

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Dog Lonely

Dog Lonely

If I'm truly honest with myself
I would admit
my late twenties were terribly lonely

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Solar Wrath

Solar Wrath

Noble northern lights
illuminate the
nocturnal sky
(a gift from the
Solar...

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Gender Gapping

Gender Gapping

In the battle
of sexual siege warfare
the male gender
of which I am a member
...

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THE JOY OF GOD

IT IS JOY UNSPEAKABLE; THE JOY OF G,OD IS BEYOND THE IMAGINATION IT IS A MIRACLE IT MAKES ONE SPEECHLESS...

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YOU'VE GOT ME

YOU'VE GOT ME

In my frustration

In my pain

In my sorrow

In the rain

In the storm

...

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Fish Tales

Fish Tales

Gasping for sustenance
the fish out of water
flops about desperately..

Soon to be...

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WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES......

SILENT SYMPHONY

SILENT SYMPHONY
Beneath the humdrum's muted score,
A melody, unseen, unheard before.
...

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WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES

WHEN OUR TIME FADES

WHEN OUR TIME FADES
No deeper anguish dwells in the present,
Rather, it's a real gain in the...

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WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES.....

WOMEN IN RED

WOMEN IN RED
In crimson-clad, a vision stands,
A beauty's heart in beauty's hands.
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Conversion

Conversion


Conversion.
Pivot
point.
Transformation.
Instantaneous.
Without...

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Perfect By Chance

Until there was a we, there were
far too many coincidences,
for us to have become perfect by...

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Little Tommy Titbit

Little Tommy Titbit


Little Tommy Titbit
was a naughty little boy
he loved all types of boobies
and...