Four Poems by 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,
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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.
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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.
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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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© Tamikio L. Dooley