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Maria Magdalena Biela


I Kid You Not


My eyes tell always: 'I shan't! '
when people want the hunters' hunt,
yet, in their hunt I have been caught,
I kid you not.

At times I'm Arthur and Merlin,
my thoughts as swords come out and in,
Aye, with my crabbit thoughts I fought,
I kid you not.

While running on piano chord
my fingers build a better world
where children sleep in their cot,
I kid you not.

I teach a flower how to bloom,
a sun ray to avoid the gloom,
yet, people like not to be taught.
I kid you not.

A thousand years I tried to find
a blink of soul in every mind,
Yet, I cannot find what I sought,
I kid you not.

The magic words sleep in my wand
to unveil Shamrock from beyond
the rainbow to the golden pot.
I kid you not.

(Finland, February 2014)

Submitted: Thursday, February 20, 2014
Edited: Thursday, February 20, 2014

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  • Rookie Louis Cordoba (2/21/2014 4:29:00 AM)

    This poem made me think of life choices, of humankind, love for Art, for good and beauty. Wonderful poem! Maybe because I am Spanish born we share more than we think in culture, Maddalena! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Mika Peltola (2/21/2014 2:32:00 AM)

    The path we walk in this life may be chosen already or may have the free will. It is up to us most of the time to choose good over evil. Excellent poem! (Report) Reply

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