Ann Arbor Review

INSIDE THIS ISSUE:

Michelle Bailat-Jones
Amit Parmessur
Steve Barfield
Fahredin Shehu
Karyn M. Bruce
Richard Gartee
Running Cub
Dejoy Robillard
Yuan Hongri
Lasz.o Slomovits
Silvia Scheibli
Stephen Sleboda
Alan Britt
Gale Acuff
Elisavietta Ritchie
Shutta Crum
Patty Dickson Pieczka

Duane Locke
Jennifer Burd
Aneek Chatterjee
Robert Nisbet
Robert Penick

Alex Ferde
Solomon Musa Haruna

Violeta Allmuca
Fred Wolven
 


Ann Arbor Review

is an independent

International Journal & ezine

Copyright (c) 2020 Francis Ferde
All rights revert back to each poet.
--editor / Southeastern Florida
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AAR history note:  in print 1967 - 1980.  Irregular publications 1980 - 2004.  As ezine 2004 - present. Most of 54 years all together....

 

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Remember

I hope you remember the promise
I hope you never wish you shouldn't have
I hope you always smile from your soul
I just hope you never loose trust

Remember the times you was happy
Remember my deeds that made you smile
When you remember what I did for you
I just hope you never sleep yourself to tears

If you ever remember
And the memories come rushing like a wind
And your eyes couldn't hold the tears
And you remember how good I was to you
I hope you appreciate my efforts

When you remember my loyalty
And you remember my consistency
I hope you know my heart is pure
And my intentions were good

When you remember all the deeds you do
And you remember my constant friendship
And remember the moments I stopped caring
If you never get to hear from me again
Just move on


Favorite

Her beauty cascade through
Her smiles so charming
The sight of her make me go drooling
Her eyes so enchanting

Her curves so mesmerizing
Her excellence is not perfect but true
Her aura is mesmerizing
Her voice resonates like still waters

So calm yet compelling
Her twitching eyes got me to my toes
Oh what if my pen don't ink? 
How do I get to write this down? 

My heart beats not in fear but in love
My hands clip to the pen
My gaze on her
Even if my pen don't ink
I just want to be her favorite.

 

Solomon Musa Haruna, Kaduna, Nigeria

 

   


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