tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29856968133247463232024-02-19T00:04:06.353-08:00Literature RegardUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger304125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2985696813324746323.post-54566129537447542712015-05-29T08:05:00.002-07:002015-05-29T08:10:49.778-07:00Geetha Jayakumar: I Know You Not! Oh Man<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Your words masked with sweetness.</div>
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May you hold someone closer? </div>
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Your romantic verses may do wonders.</div>
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May wheel all the planets in its orbits.</div>
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I know you when you are cool and calm.</div>
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The sweetness of breeze does no harm.</div>
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<br /></div>
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I know you not, </div>
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when your ego hurts.</div>
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It will never leave without hitting an earthquake.</div>
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Know not how many lives still your ego holds! </div>
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I know you, still I know you not! Oh man</div>
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As still you always remains a stranger to me</div>
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<br /></div>
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Yet I am stranger to myself</div>
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As I too falls under the classification of man</div>
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In animal kingdom! </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2985696813324746323.post-48663826546829054522015-05-29T08:04:00.000-07:002015-05-29T08:10:49.772-07:00Aran Kasrawy: Naked Fact<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Time passes by furiously</div>
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I'm getting older and older </div>
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Older than human history</div>
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Older than human pain</div>
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The shadow of past misery</div>
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Still is following me closely</div>
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Closer than the air that</div>
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I breathe every moment</div>
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Some don’t see a simple fact</div>
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That I’m melting like a candle</div>
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In my nasty lonely world</div>
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Hey you, filthy bystander</div>
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Hey you, dirty power</div>
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Open up your blindfolded mind</div>
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Open up your stoned heart</div>
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Open up your gloomy eyes</div>
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Hear what I’m screaming</div>
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Can't you see a naked fact? </div>
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That I'm a doomed lonely heir </div>
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That i'm inherited a knapsack</div>
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A bag full of damned treasure</div>
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Full of scar, pain and sorrow</div>
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From my lousy failed ancestors</div>
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Can’t you see I’m erupting like a volcano? </div>
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Can’t you see I’m exploding from anger? </div>
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Can't you see these naked facts? </div>
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<br /></div>
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Aran 29.05.2015 (Dedicated to all deprived and marginalized people around the world) </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2985696813324746323.post-4369107801302475252015-05-29T08:03:00.002-07:002015-05-29T08:10:49.767-07:00Sally Moran: Our New American Heroes<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Our new American heroes,<br />
are different than before.<br />
They're ordinary people,<br />
borne from an act of war.<br />
<br />
They came from every walk of life,<br />
perhaps it was fate or chance,<br />
that all were on that airplane,<br />
and decided to take a stance.<br />
<br />
Some called their loved ones from the plane<br />
and found about the towers,<br />
and even though they knew their fate,<br />
these passengers were not cowards.<br />
<br />
They came together and stood united,<br />
they knew this was their end.<br />
I wish I had known just one of them.<br />
I'd be proud to be their friend.<br />
<br />
They left behind their wives and husbands,<br />
their children, sisters and brothers,<br />
not least of all their grieving dads,<br />
and broken hearted mothers.<br />
<br />
Our new American heroes,<br />
let's keep them in our hearts,<br />
and never let the world forget,<br />
how bravely they did their part. </div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2985696813324746323.post-25801656362576990882015-05-29T08:01:00.003-07:002015-05-29T08:10:49.756-07:00Marco Bo: May Heaven<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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May heaven</div>
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it is spring outside and yet</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
rain is falling</div>
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rain that seems a wail</div>
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the city and the countryside are waiting in silence, </div>
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the storm will not last forever</div>
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<br /></div>
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May heaven</div>
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all is quiet</div>
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yet my heart is in pain</div>
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and then I grab your hand, the most beautiful gift, </div>
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and I am not afraid</div>
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with you by my side</div>
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under this wandering storm </div>
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<br /></div>
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May heaven</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
it is spring outside and yet</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
rain is falling</div>
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rain that seems a wail </div>
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the city and the countryside are waiting in silence, </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
for the storm to go away adagio</div>
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adagio</div>
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<br /></div>
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May heaven</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
it is spring outside and yet</div>
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I struggle </div>
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but with you by my side</div>
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I know</div>
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I’ll go far</div>
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far away</div>
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and so be it</div>
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under this grey suburban sky </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2985696813324746323.post-40461751450405351512015-05-29T08:00:00.001-07:002015-05-29T08:10:49.762-07:00Francie Lynch: Lake Orion Philosophy<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I returned from three days of golf<br />
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At Lake Orion, with a philosophical man.</div>
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A PhD talked the ear of me, </div>
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And spoke so deeply on the meanings</div>
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Of life as we approached the green.</div>
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Across the fence in a sawgrass meadow</div>
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I saw a doe grazing in spite of us.</div>
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I don't remember much of his diatribe</div>
<div>
But the ball and the doe stuck.</div>
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He began on the fallacy of memory, </div>
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Asking me to name the cities of the Olympics: </div>
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Mexico, Rome, Beijing, Montreal, </div>
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I think I was able to name them all; </div>
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But the beaver cub swimming</div>
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Beneath the walkway</div>
<div>
Dragging a branch underwater</div>
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Made it all clear, </div>
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Took my breath away, </div>
<div>
And stopped my ear. </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2985696813324746323.post-70254392633519601722015-05-29T07:57:00.003-07:002015-05-29T08:10:49.785-07:00Shalom Freedman: I Have Come Back<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I have come back </div>
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I want to live again</div>
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The grey-black days </div>
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Are over for now</div>
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I hope again</div>
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I can see a way to the future</div>
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Thank God </div>
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I want to live again. </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2985696813324746323.post-79370578238137542932015-05-29T07:56:00.002-07:002015-05-29T07:56:40.704-07:00Phil Soar: Weather<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
From the purest of white, to the darkest of grey<br />
The clouds tell a story of rain on the way<br />
And after the downpour the blue re-appears<br />
Like a sky full of smiles, after torrents of tears </div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2985696813324746323.post-11663200311776485592015-05-29T07:54:00.000-07:002015-05-29T07:54:01.579-07:00Istvan Dan Molnar Uriel: Hämlöst Hjärta<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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tro hopp och kärlek</div>
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söker hjärtat</div>
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att lysa över natten</div>
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som döljer sin hemlighet</div>
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<br /></div>
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ett enkelt hjärta</div>
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som hamnat på avvägar</div>
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i vinterns kalla lund, </div>
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men sommaren kommer </div>
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efter våren och i sin tur</div>
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hösten efter sommaren</div>
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<br /></div>
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huset av hjärtat en </div>
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röd glänsande skönhet </div>
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och dikten om kärlek </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
präglar sin visshet</div>
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<br /></div>
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trohet bor i hjärtat</div>
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med hoppet om kärlek </div>
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men Gud har sin rätta </div>
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andel genom renhet, </div>
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en sång av klingande hemlighet</div>
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<br /></div>
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ett barnsligt hjärta </div>
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döljer allt detta </div>
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av omogen visshet </div>
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med begärans andlighet</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
att hitta boet för sin kärlek </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2985696813324746323.post-18732689586947058412015-05-22T07:03:00.002-07:002015-05-22T07:04:03.729-07:00Hyam Plutzik: The Geese <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A miscellaneous screaming that comes from nowhere<br />
Raises the eyes at last to the moonward-flying<br />
Squadron of wild-geese arcing the spatial cold.<br />
<br />
Beyond the hunter's gun or the will's range<br />
They press southward, toward the secret marshes<br />
Where the appointed gunmen mark the crossing<br />
<br />
Of flight and moment. There is no force stronger<br />
(In the sweep of the monomaniac passion, time)<br />
Than the will toward destiny, which is death.<br />
<br />
Value the intermediate splendor of birds.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2985696813324746323.post-89091118893244920482015-05-22T06:59:00.005-07:002015-05-22T07:04:03.765-07:00Lucie Brock-Broido: Dove, Interrupted <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Don't do that when you are dead like this, I said,<br />
Arguably still squabbling about the word inarguably.<br />
I haunt Versailles, poring through the markets of the medieval.<br />
Mostly meat to be sold there; mutton hangs<br />
Like laundry pinkened on its line.<br />
And gold!—a chalice with a cure for living in it.<br />
We step over the skirt of an Elizabeth.<br />
Red grapes, a delicacy, each peeled for us—<br />
The vestments of a miniature priest, disrobed.<br />
A sister is an old world sparrow placed in a satin shoe.<br />
The weakling's saddle is worn down from just too much sad attitude.<br />
No one wants to face the "opaque reality" of herself.<br />
For the life of me.<br />
I was made American. You must consider this.<br />
Whatever suffering is insufferable is punishable by perishable.<br />
In Vienne, the rabbit Maurice is at home in the family cage.<br />
I ache for him, his boredom and his solitude.<br />
On suffering and animals, inarguably, they do.<br />
I miss your heart, my heart.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2985696813324746323.post-30487599285673665232015-05-22T06:59:00.002-07:002015-05-22T07:04:03.733-07:00Robert Katuli: The Unseen Hand <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
At first I understood it not<br />
So selfish a being it was I thought<br />
To do what I wanted to do it allowed me not<br />
To go where I wanted to go it permitted me not<br />
Pulling me backwards when I wanted to move forward<br />
Shoving me forward when I wanted to stand still<br />
Yet I couldn’t see It<br />
It was the unseen Hand<br />
<br />
Its selfless purpose I do understand now<br />
To love, to care and to wow<br />
It’s only what will do me harm that it allows me do not<br />
It’s only the way of the wicked that it allows me go not<br />
Holding me backwards when my feet are hastening to the enemy’s snare<br />
Shoving me forward when my feet are too heavy to escape the enemy’s darts<br />
Still I can’t see It<br />
It is the unseen Hand<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2985696813324746323.post-89913423488524490662015-05-22T06:58:00.006-07:002015-05-22T07:04:03.771-07:00Grace Burke: The Shoe <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Little Timmy stretched as he jumped down off his bed<br />
His hair was all a tangled mess, curls around his head<br />
His socks were brown and rumpled but he only had one shoe<br />
He couldn't find the other one, now what was he to do.<br />
<br />
He ventured to his toy box, he searched to no avail<br />
There he found his little boat, but couldn't find it's sail<br />
He thought and then he pondered, now where else could it be<br />
He went to get his bunny, but it wasn't there you see.<br />
<br />
He always took his bunny when he went to sleep at night<br />
He'd lay it on his pillow, it was always in his sight<br />
He thought that Mr. Bunny could help him in his quest<br />
But now his Mr. Bunny was lost just like the rest.<br />
<br />
He wondered to the bathroom to see what he'd find there<br />
Nothing there but he could see the towel rack was quite bare<br />
Now what is going on here, he knew this wasn't right<br />
What happened to those things of his in the dark of night.<br />
<br />
With rumpled socks and one shoe on he journeyed down the stairs<br />
Maybe Duke would help him hunt, he knew that he would care<br />
He called to his new puppy as he hit the hallway floor<br />
But no one came, he thought Oh No, I can't take this any more.<br />
<br />
Racing to the kitchen, he stepped inside the door<br />
There was little Dukie fast asleep upon the floor<br />
Going to his wee friend to pat him on the head<br />
He looked into the corner where Dukie had his bed<br />
<br />
There within that corner were the things he couldn't find<br />
And now he'd solved the mystery, he had peace of mind<br />
Curling next to Dukie, grabbing bunny by the ear<br />
He feel asleep with one shoe on, the other lying near.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2985696813324746323.post-17795846861614060432015-05-22T06:58:00.003-07:002015-05-22T07:04:03.723-07:00Gerald Stern: The Sparrow<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Here's a common sparrow, a bit of a schnorrer<br />
come to celebrate my 88th at<br />
Whole Foods at 10th and Alton in<br />
Miami Beach, a block away from where<br />
my mother lived for 27 years,<br />
the wrong end of Miami Beach then<br />
but now the center; though she can hardly stay<br />
for the party she is so busy with the cheese<br />
which disentangled from the bread and one would<br />
kiss her but she is partial to the bread<br />
and has to fly away so she can eat<br />
in secrecy which is a good enough gift<br />
compared to the knowledge that I was common too<br />
and if I eat from china I would just as soon<br />
eat from paper—or plastic—the difference between<br />
the sparrow and me is I need a solid plate<br />
of some sort—even a leaf—a noble spine<br />
and green in all directions and the smell of the<br />
mother tree everywhere but I am slow now.<br />
<br /></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2985696813324746323.post-4590586135733786352015-05-22T06:58:00.001-07:002015-05-22T07:04:03.748-07:00Robert Katuli: A Song For The Night <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
In the night I will lay down in peace<br />
Because the Almighty will give me sweet sleep<br />
And without a doubt the morning I will see<br />
For my Father will sustain me through the night deep<br />
<br />
Let me not rise up early for fear of the night<br />
Let me not sit up late in fear of the night<br />
But let me know that He will make me dwell in the safety of the night<br />
And He verily will sustain me through the night<br />
<br />
I will upon my bed remember my God<br />
I will in the night watches meditate on my Lord<br />
I will night unto night increase knowledge of the glory of God<br />
I will not fear the night because it is for the Lord<br />
<br />
In the night keeping me company shall be His songs<br />
In the night He shall also compass me about with deliverance songs<br />
And the saints upon their beds in the night will sing aloud His songs<br />
For even in the night He giveth songs<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2985696813324746323.post-33896553790342751742015-05-22T06:57:00.007-07:002015-05-22T07:04:03.743-07:00Ovi Odiete: 'Imprinted In My Heart; Engraved In My Mind' <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Come thither, Come closer, Come till I ponder<br />
Don't Move further, neither farther, stay closer<br />
In between my mind, deep within my heart<br />
Just come closer, till I start to ponder<br />
Deep in depths; I see you<br />
<br />
Come at a fast pace, come, come, come<br />
Come, I am ready to hold you<br />
Never go farther, just come, come, come<br />
Ever will I wander, thither will I rumble<br />
I will run with you; I will stay with you<br />
<br />
Because you are imprinted in my heart<br />
Engraved in my mind: don't go farther<br />
Just stay closer, imprinted within<br />
Imprinted in my heart; yes you are<br />
Imprinted<br />
Never leave me, just stay closer<br />
Imprinted in my heart; Engraved in my mind. </div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2985696813324746323.post-31589038262015170102015-05-22T06:57:00.005-07:002015-05-22T07:04:03.738-07:00Ishq Niyazi: Who Am I <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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'Who Am I' A big question of everyone's life. Am I unintelligent when I do error, Am I stunning when I do something appropriate because people admire me for my charm. Yes I am remarkable but horrible too at some stage. I can be agreed and I can deny for anything. I am surprised but fulfilled too. I can be denote sometime but on the other hand I am decent. I feel shaky but sometime I am very firm. I am obvious but there is something blur. I am so happy or gloomy. I feel never-ending solitary sometime.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Am I stupid</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Am I beautiful; </div>
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Am I awesome</div>
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Am I awful, </div>
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<br /></div>
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Am I yes</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Am I deny; </div>
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Am I puzzle</div>
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Am I satisfy, </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
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Am I mean</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Am I noble; </div>
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Am I shudder</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Am I stable, </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Am I clear</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Am I vague; </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Am I glad</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Am I sad, </div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Am I single</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
Am I infinite.....</div>
<div style="text-align: justify;">
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It's not only me, It's you all... We are different from each other and have many faces. We act according to the situation or we turn the situation as per our ease. There is no evidence and reason of the accomplishments. Sometimes we are responsible for the situation but sometimes situation is responsible to turn us like that. Everyone is culprit. We are culprit of our wrong deeds. Excuses and blaming is nothing but a self defense to feel happy with ourselves because we won't be able to breathe if we'll find guilty ourselves. Our soul will hang us till the death so we think that it's better to stand on the evil rock. This is how everyone finds the reason of being happy and survive, those who don't get it they just don't want. The power of our will is so strong that we can live in vein or we can achieve a martyrdom. It's completely a person's choice. We must be courageous enough to take blame along with the credits. So accept, whatever you are- 'A man of desire or a jewel of satisfaction'. Although we are successively fulfilling the desire of being whatever we want and ignoring the truth of life. The veil of worldly possession may hide the beauty of divine but one day we all will definitely look the reality although we know it but we are afraid of losing the beautiful dream of life by opening the eyes in between. So we all are living with the closed eyes which would be open after the death. </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2985696813324746323.post-6222419661420802332015-05-22T06:57:00.001-07:002015-05-22T07:04:03.760-07:00Archie Wood: My World <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
My mum is my world she holds us altogether<br />
Last Year my world fell apart and drifted away like a feather<br />
I knew my mum was really ill<br />
I tried to keep strong and not let my emotions spill<br />
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Mum told me of the cancer within<br />
We didn’t know if she would win<br />
I felt isolated and alone<br />
Not sure if she would make it home<br />
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I was walking on an escalator the wrong way<br />
School work was slipping, friends drifting away<br />
Then the chemotherapy started she was pumped full of drugs<br />
I had to be careful not to give her any bugs<br />
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She looked like Lord Voldermort with no hair<br />
Her outside beauty gone with despair<br />
Then we surrounded her with love<br />
Then an angel swooped down like a dove<br />
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It was her bravery that carried her through<br />
She was no longer feeling so blue<br />
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Meriel introduced us to a golden Labrador<br />
Who initially piddled on our kitchen floor<br />
We named him Monty, our fabulous hound<br />
Who helped mummy regain her strength we found<br />
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Last Saturday at roller skating she was the disco queen<br />
Some of her moves you should have seen!<br />
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My mum is my world we all hold it together!<br />
Now and the future, which we face together<br />
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By Archie Wood<br />
Aged 10<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2985696813324746323.post-61072399985928864242015-05-22T06:56:00.008-07:002015-05-22T07:04:03.755-07:00Satish Verma: Nowheres <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Attending to my laments,<br />
reading a poem to myself<br />
I could not foresee an incoming missile.<br />
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How could you change the world<br />
when a black and white magpie<br />
writes the script of life?<br />
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A god once told me<br />
in whispers, he wants to<br />
die in the shadeless sun.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2985696813324746323.post-72416288525682100282015-05-22T06:56:00.005-07:002015-05-22T07:04:16.057-07:00Grace Burke: Friends <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Come sit with me at sunrise as we watch the day begin<br />
As the glorious rays of sunshine herald in a new day<br />
Know that I am here for you if you ever need a friend<br />
Talk to me, confide in me, know that I care.<br />
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When the road of life gets rocky and things get tuff<br />
I will be there to help you overcome, just tell me<br />
When darkness intrudes in your life and you feel alone<br />
Call me, for you are not alone, I'll always be there.<br />
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A true friend is always there in the good times and the bad<br />
A true friend does not pass judgment, they support<br />
A true friend will hold you and comfort you when you're sad<br />
I am a true friend and I will never turn away.<br />
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Come sit with me as the sun sets and watch the light fade<br />
As the sun slowly sinks with the brilliant colors of red<br />
I have always been here for you, I have always cared<br />
Know that I am and always will be you friend.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2985696813324746323.post-41445864274413823312015-05-22T06:56:00.002-07:002015-05-22T07:04:16.036-07:00Cynthia BuhainBaello: Goodbye (Dizain)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Goodbyes are just life exits made to be<br />
Unlocked when time dictates a self-release.<br />
For some do pain and drain exceedingly,<br />
No sadness cloaks Goodbye, it dons on peace.<br />
One takes back life when ties that burden cease,<br />
Like birds set free fly through an open door.<br />
They reveal there's a reason to live for.<br />
Unchained of all the dreadful wounds and hurt,<br />
Goodbye's the wind that blows and makes one soar,<br />
Goodbye's the rainbow embracing one's worth.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2985696813324746323.post-69991457218097150622015-05-22T06:55:00.005-07:002015-05-22T07:04:16.052-07:00Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai: Allah Is Unique <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
He creates all things of this vast universe,<br />
We can’t count their kinds, merits diverse,<br />
Our sharp thoughts with bafflement move reverse.<br />
Allah is Unique,<br />
Allah is Unique.<br />
He supports the endless sky with no support<br />
Of all courts of the world, greatest is his court,<br />
Of all forts of the world, strongest is his fort.<br />
Allah is Unique,<br />
Allah is Unique.<br />
He creates delicate things like butterfly,<br />
Things of colors and light like firefly,<br />
That fascinate the eyes while flying low and high.<br />
Allah is Unique,<br />
Allah is Unique.<br />
He bestows us with health when we fall ill,<br />
Withered, vacant hearts, with hope he can fill,<br />
He listens hearts from deep depth, from high hill.<br />
Allah is Unique,<br />
Allah is Unique.<br />
Bright sun and moon are servants of His house<br />
All alone He lives with no family, no spouse,<br />
But takes care of His beings from lion to mouse.<br />
Allah is Unique,<br />
Allah is Unique.<br />
Sweet smelling flowers and dancing rainbow show<br />
He is Unique with no rival, no foe,<br />
Sole commander of thunder and whispers slow.<br />
Allah is Unique,<br />
Allah is Unique.<br />
Oceans wait for His orders, mountains weep,<br />
In his control is each angel’s flight and leap,<br />
His eyes can observe all thing high and deep.<br />
Allah is Unique,<br />
Allah is Unique.<br />
Make your heart His estate and then observe<br />
How He can, from all decay, you preserve,<br />
For endless life only He can conserve.<br />
Allah is Unique,<br />
Allah is Unique. </div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2985696813324746323.post-3939158117206893462015-05-22T06:55:00.002-07:002015-05-22T07:04:16.031-07:00Sensuelle Briden: New World <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I am sitting next to you,<br />
Writing something on the sand.<br />
I cannot say the world is new,<br />
But I feel new about this land.<br />
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It’s like the wind is very wise,<br />
It’s like the ocean knows the truth.<br />
And there’s nothing to revise,<br />
And there’s no wish to get a proof.<br />
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The generation trace is what<br />
We call “stardust”; but take a look –<br />
You’ll see new people with no fault.<br />
They are no longer on the hook.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2985696813324746323.post-63039249223532267102015-05-22T06:55:00.000-07:002015-05-22T07:04:16.041-07:00Raymond Farrell: Spring In Canada <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
In Canada, after the long Winter<br />
Everyone looks<br />
For the respite of Spring<br />
The first Robin to appear<br />
Is a hopeful sign<br />
But does not mean<br />
Winter dregs are completely over<br />
A few more winter storms<br />
May yet come before Spring<br />
But when the Barn Swallows<br />
Are back from the South<br />
Everyone takes their ease<br />
To see these small birds<br />
Sitting in a row<br />
On the telephone wire<br />
Or dipping and pivotting in air<br />
With sophistication and grace<br />
Means Spring has arrived at last.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2985696813324746323.post-28179151685680023362015-05-22T06:54:00.004-07:002015-05-22T07:04:16.026-07:00Chase Gagnon: A Rhyme For Detroit <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I took a walk today </div>
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and listened to the birds </div>
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choking on the smog, </div>
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broke my mother's back</div>
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with every step </div>
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and outran a stray dog.</div>
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I picked you a bouquet </div>
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of dandelions from the field</div>
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because flowers can't grow</div>
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when the sun's always concealed.</div>
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I put them in a vase</div>
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and filled it with water from the tap</div>
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they died within an hour, </div>
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now I know for sure you won't come back.</div>
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I always swore </div>
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I'd never own a broken home </div>
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but it's hard not to when the only one's who stay </div>
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are the garden gnomes —</div>
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but someone's been smashing them </div>
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in the middle of the night, </div>
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or maybe they're blowing out their brains </div>
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to escape my company </div>
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and the blight.</div>
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There's no magic left </div>
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in this city, so chronically gray</div>
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storms are always passing though </div>
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and the rainbows are too scared to stay...</div>
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I wanted to run away with you</div>
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from the hood and past the burbs </div>
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to somewhere where the air is clean</div>
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and filled with singing birds.</div>
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But instead I'm stuck here on this couch, </div>
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microwaving Ramen </div>
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while I search for words. </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2985696813324746323.post-6966228099504232032015-05-22T06:54:00.001-07:002015-05-22T07:04:16.047-07:00Chase Gagnon: Residual Love <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I can't write about you. I'm not sure why. Maybe it's because you're more than a memory to me, and I can still hear the ghost of your love moaning in this little corner of my mind. It excites me, and scares me at the same time because I know it's a residual haunting, and your actual love has flown away to the great beyond into someone else's arms. But what you did while you were here marked the land of my soul forever, and that part of you will never leave. My emotions and hopes flood to this spot of my heart like tourists, hoping to catch a glimpse or a kiss from your beautiful apparition. </div>
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I wish I could write you a sonnet, with all the frills and delicate rhymes so I could fold it up and place it on the grave I thought I had buried you in, and put an end to this haunting. But I can't. I've become too hard and I can't put a leash on my emotions. Nothing I ever write will be good enough to get rid of you. I could scorch the land of my mind with gallons of absinthe and light it all on fire with a thousand burning blunts flicked from my fingers, then lay down to shield myself from this mental explosion... only to look up, minutes after the blow and see you wandering between the flames, pushing them aside gently like silk curtains warm with the sun. </div>
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I'll probably ask myself “where am I? ” and “who is that beautiful woman? ”.</div>
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I'd have no knowledge left of fire, and as I'd go to wrap my arms around your soulless impression from behind... I'd hug nothing but the flames and the smoke exuding from my mind, then fall to the ground and suffocate under the ash that once made up everything I am — my soul and heart and mind that will collapse under the weightless footsteps of a beautiful memory. </div>
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But unlike you I'd actually be a ghost, Not a metaphor for one, as you're off in the real world loving and breathing. The world that I haven't set foot in since you left. I can't step back out there, I'm not sure why. </div>
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