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I, the undersigned Tamikio L. Dooley, give my consent for the publication of my my poetries entitled: “ in various journals and magazines.
Title of Poems:
“If the Midnight May Be”
“A Flower in the Winter”
“Gentle Kiss”
“Smokey”
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March 5, 2024 Tamikio L. Dooley
The author
March 5, 2024 Tamikio L. Dooley
IF THE MIDNIGHT MAY BE
If the midnight may be,
There’s something delightful in my mouth.
If the midnight may be,
I comprehend the sound of the heavenly.
If the midnight may be,
That strange man,
Who will embrace me?
He feels the need to embrace me.
If the midnight may be,
I listened to what the man said.
Cry out his affection to me.
In no sorrowful, but joyful land,
I listened to his loud cry.
Not to discredit me,
If the midnight may be,
Should I go somewhere else with him?
Alongside the peculiar man,
Who loveth me?
If the midnight may be,
A FLOWER IN THE WINTER
A flower in the winter,
It resembles a photograph in the mirror.
Its elegance is not the only thing worth considering.
Besides its smoothness which is crystal-clear and lustrous,
There is so much more to see.
A flower in the winter,
It resembles an icy silhouette.
Its limited intelligence does not hinder one’s vision.
Besides its fresh and icy appearance,
There is a lot more to see.
A flower in the winter,
It resembles a teardrop that is refrigerated.
I saw its shiny inheritance beyond.
Besides its wintry appearance,
There is a lot more to see.
A flower in the winter,
It's like an authentic mountain.
Beyond the frozen peaks, one gazes further.
Past the towering cliffs,
There is a lot more to see.
A flower in the winter,
It resembles a reflection in the mirror.
It resembles a frosty outline.
Is like a refrigerated teardrop,
It resembles an authentic mountain.
There is a lot more to see.
GENTLE KISS
Embrace a gentle kiss.
Under the waterfall,
Under the waterfall,
When the drops gently touch the cheek,
Welcome a gentle kiss.
It moves like fluttering leaves.
Under the waterfall,
Under the waterfall
When the lips gently touch thine,
Welcome a gentle kiss.
Under the waterfall,
Under the waterfall,
The mouth whispers sweet nothings.
Welcome a gentle kiss.
SMOKEY
I adore how autumn represents the Smokey Mountains.
Enjoy a day full of adventurous gathering nature in the mountains.
In the picture of a fairytale, the dressmaker is present.
How autumn adores the Smokey Mountains.
When I reflect on the lily pad at Cove Smokey Mountains,
I depict a picture of soaring olive, red, and decay stained sandalwoods.
With a slight mustard grain of a seed,
I love when autumn depicts the Smokey Mountains.
A tarpaulin is so beautiful.
With intensities of the autumn breeze,
A song lingers in the sky above my mind.
Therefore, I love when autumn depicts the Smokey Mountains.
I sing the song, lingering above my head.
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