Hi Marty, Hello Erica

By Morsheda Amin

It is a poetry book. It describes a couple’s genuine love life. There is a difference between an idea of love and the reality of love. When love is reality, relationships are set at peace. “Hi Marty, Hello Erica” is a book that executes peace through a couple’s day to day living. Characters are married to each other and made a heart- to -heart connection possible in real life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Oct 13, 2021
• ISBN: 9781664194649

Morsheda Amin

I love poetry. I have been admiring poetry since I was a child. The admiration put me in front of one question: where does the feeling of love come from? I used to look in the beauty of sky to find my answer. I looked at the beauty of roses to find my answer. It took a long, long time for me to realize that I am magic and I am made of love with so much creative potential inside of me. Now I look back and laugh at my confused mind. It was not actually my fault that I couldn’t see my power like a tree doesn’t think about the fertility of the soil. But we human beings need to think about our power so we can use it righteously better. Now I am a thinker of “magical human inside.” I am fascinated by the magic and write my fascination through my writing.

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Rev. date: 10/13/2021

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Contents

To Marty

To Erica

My Girl

Validation

Sun And Fun

Sunset Cocktail

The Raven

Peace Perfect

Purple Flower

In Case You Don’t Know

Butterfly Mind

The Moves

The Flight

Stillness

Love Life Or Not

He Loves Me Or Not

At The Choice Point

Bananas

Reality Changes

Baby Talks

No Comments

Traveller Hearts

He Teaches

Running Out Of Time

Towards The End

The King Of Beliefs

An Hour In The Mall

The Grand Celebration

Her Birthday

A Rainy Day

Dedication

In The Home Of Heart

Colors

Wands

Camping

Ebbs And Flow

Movie Time

Magical

Is She Political

Him Singing

Old Books

Book Fair

Presence Of Us

Tenderness

Babysitting

Art And Artist

She Is Not At Home

Open Mind

Smile

Sexiness

Growing New Love

It Is All Set

The Design

Zin-Zen Chicken

A Day Of A Handsome Man

Soul Is Essence

Truly Manly

Mommy’s Love

Blues

Tidiness

Naturally

A Walk In The Nature

Camera, Action

Plum-Peach Upside-Down

Hair Gel

What Would I Do

An Anniversary

A Pause For Poetry

Its Right Here Right Now

Cry World

In The Orchard

A Day Of Detox

Worldviews

Color Indigo

Helping Her Out

Handwritten Letters

Fear Fantasized

Fishing In The Evening

A Tour To Nepal

Dad Called

Back To Home

Limitations

Red Is The Color

His Highness

Inside And Out

Time With Sky

Pack Up

Pumpkin Time

Home Sweet Home

Gigi’s Nail Salon

Before A Travel

Catching Up

Drama Beats The Drum

Him And I Team

Reality Of Love

Love In The Midnight

Social Contact

Blue Mountain

Creativity Machine

Flashback

Keep Shifting

Farmer Market

Forever Love

iphone 13

Keeping It In Balance

Kindergarteners

A Little Desire Of Her

Faith

Influencess

Made Of Love

Man Thinks

My Mother-In-Law

Life Goes On

The Day My Man Was Born

Reception

Inner Voice

Show It

I Am In Love

New Ideas

All Above Peace

Thoughts

Ongoing Theater

Love Listens

A Big Splash

Rich Daddy

A Gift From The Divine

Writes Up

First Breakfast

Reviews

Tender Loads

Counting Sweets

Heartbeats

Pricewaterhousecoopers

It’s A Boy

Days Are

Juhanness

A Price

To Marty

I have wanted you since I was a baby.

My baby soul smiled to the light, to her grand-old-awesome father.

Her desire was angel feet wearing a pair of sleepers made of savanna grass.

My childhood soul ran through a crop field.

Stars held prayers for me.

With twenty seven turns and twists of earth I came here in your town.

I did not do anything.

I just wanted to take a shower in the tub of your soul.

Next thing I know I am in your town.

On day one you were comical with profound ease.

You knew I was the one.

Autumn turns yellow outside the window.

A sweet pain covers the valley of my sunset chest.

The hue of ripped leaves invokes the memories of lost sorrows.

In a slightly cold, white light turns into enormous solid gold.

The good thing about us we both knew

To keep the soul intact and whole we need to beat fear-a dragon made of illusion.

Folks discuss fear.

You act no matter the number of required courage.

The tub of your soul is ready with candles and roses.

By now you know your Erica from all her angles.

She doesn’t like lazy comfort.

She is an incurable warrior where illumination is needed.

Invite her to a new challenge.

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To Erica

Show me a man who is nicely tall and amicably handsome with

a heart dedicated to momentary care.

I am a divine man nicely set in divinity.

Sun eats ambition out of my palm.

The lit moon hangs to the tears of my love.

Trees are long forgotten dreams coming out of my memory.

I don’t like to grow, rather I sink and sink in the water of affection.

Affection keeps life bountiful.

There is nothing really between a wish and getting.

I offer you an open door to infinite possibility.

As a child most of my time I was locked in a toy room.

My parents were too busy to play their inner monsters, they forgot me.

I was a lonely kid resting on time.

Time brought the superman in me.

Sure I dream of resting my head on your pelvis.

My emotions run through your blond hair, tight triangle.

You carry yourself like a proud swan on the clear water.

Your love for refreshing clarity reminds me of a spring Lily.

Lilies come effortlessly.

You made millions of effort to be who you are now.

All of your actions draw geometric alignment in my heart.

Harmony catches harmony by the pragmatic rhythm.

Tenderness is raised from pains endured in wish.

Tough love doesn’t fantasize a pappy love.

It keeps tenderness at any cost, solo or jointly accounted for.

I know I sound distant.

I am distant because of my upbringing.

You are the closest one to my soul.

I watch you and smile.

God’s institute has a serious address.

You can’t be lost from me.

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My Girl

If solitude is a box of silence, you’re a pearl in it.

A new morning reflects on your radiant white.

Old time jumps into light to fathom you.

Time is an empty continuity.

Your love intensifies time to dense intimacy.

If intimacy is electrons crazy in magnetic pull, you’re happier

lucid current untouchable.

I touched you.

Touching you is straight touching your soul.

There is no lie between your soul and flesh.

In the evening when the sun is soften gold, your face catches

The fire of passion.

I kissed your lips dueling breathes for life and death.

Who knew a spark of life can fire up an evolution.

You do your hair.

I am there in the mirror.

You water your plants.

I am the water.

People know Erica’s mail box has a heart, they don’t know that

it is a tip of someone’s heartache.

Lately you shop a lot.

I am the mind of your mindful shopping.

Earrings bring out different sides of your dormant soul.

You don’t flip flop.

Long imagination on things is your target of purchase.

The more detailed the object of imagination, the more it receives your love.

I see my girl admiring the challenge.

Intentions are never so clean as they are with you.

You intend to bring a radical style of living

that is full with electrons in magnetic pull.

Your name in my mouth is like taste buds blossoming in love.

Stay alive Erica for me for a long long time.

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Validation

If presence is a pair of eyes, you’re the apples in the eyes.

I create by eyes and hearing.

My eyes observe to collect resources for the cognitive mind.

Hearing taps into my awareness.

You’re right there at my fishing for light.

Your sight makes me obviously radiant.

The world expires in a mind of illusion.

This same world sobs in love with validation.

Keeping things valid is a job itself.

And Marty has a throne in the kingdom of validity.

I know where you are coming from.

You think the soul knows no otherwise other than its being.

Intentions are made in the soul’s greenhouse long before

it manifested as the body.

In this context you found me duper attractive.

There are millions of men and you’re my only one.

It is not random.

You were made for me long before you met me.

I am meant to be your significant other.

Another doesn’t valid already declined.

Valid validates valid.

You love a truck driver as much as a director of the board on

the other side of the table.

The driver is right at your door while you pack for a new move.

The director suggests your name for an award.

Sky’s the witness.

Time hasn’t seen an architect of love since the time of Jesus.

You are the king of my heart.

I cherish you to death.

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Sun And Fun

I love the purposeful hide behind the sunglasses.

What does my black sunglasses mean to your blue?

It’s a stopper for our quick spread of nice and wishful naughty.

watching seagulls at the beach is not really a love point.

Sea waterfalls are merely a backdrop.

What cuts through our attention is the presence of humans.

Fear makes people work with their tailbones up.

Love stays up nights with a sleepless mom.

Dreamers drop millions of ideas to keep just one.

When it is hot pink, it is never the other color.

Fated connections keep a structure straight up.

Simultaneously working fate has stars sitting around a table.

Erica, watch where your fate comes from?

Fate is the name of a new band that inspires evolution.

Neither singers nor listeners give up power rather feel a kind hand.

The hand takes life to the infinite chest.

Smooth safety walks down to the earth from heaven.

You were safe long before you were in my arms.

Your laughter is free.

Voice speaks gratitude in kind assurance.

The gravity of gratitude measures freedom.

Freedom brings abundance home.

Abundant mind never chooses between scenarios.

Mountains are never better than the ocean or the other way around.

Scenery sticks to the magnet hidden in the free heart.

No wonder why

God doesn’t mind visiting slums.

It is better you stimulate my thoughts

while I sip meant cucumber ice water.

Chasing for an idea of the beach and seagulls block the grace of mind.

If a cause takes you to the beach, it is okay.

Causes are effective sooner than later.

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Sunset Cocktail

Colors mix with the water of my deep emotions.

Each color is an anecdote itself.

Red boils my blood for a two minutes long kiss.

Orange encourages the senses of taste.

Green unrolls a rain soaked grassy carpet under my feet.

Black is a detachment that makes me hit my head to the wall.

Intense closeness manifests a lovely scenery out of color.

I am a human being.

My wishes are written on the water.

Water and sunshine release forms, shapes in flowers.

They work at sunset too.

Love raises a divine in alive water.

If I don’t sit by the flower, where will I witness a miracle?

I am the view and viewer like light is matter and vibration

at the same time.

I have no opposite, must have a heart to mingle innocence.

Sacred is not an idea.

It is the very thing that ends with tender surrender to beauty.

Beauties are babies of love.

Collective baby love makes a divine reality.

Being a citizen of the divine I can’t talk back.

Transparency travels from the inside out to the omnipresent love.

Here I respond to a sunset, holy