Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

Drench with my bloody tears Once more like before,  Your gaze twisted me Into the widow moans Your craving gleams me Like a flash to dawn dew I am no longer mine to self Devoured my being cell by cell I behold you in more and less Your fractured me, left wrecked Call not Smith or carpenter My cure lies in oneness of two!  My longing is not ethereal Not that world is nasty about I tweet beyond the metaphors Beyond the breath and death.  My fasting never ends I need neither bowls nor barrels I am thirty for love And hungry for my beloved.  ~Ummi

Closed Door Metamorphosis This day ripens in persimmon shadow apple of maturity traps coat and tie defying warnings of prude stilettos         In the middle of confession room,         crash my towering fear         let me float in flowing rhythm         of your heartbeat, my sanctuary Grey office lit tangerine embers eyeglasses shelter in mahogany closet auburn hair cascades tracing shoulders         In the mysticism of wine dusk         cradle my cocoon in gentle rhyme         recite mantra for poetic dance         in the aroma of cinammon delight The table watches swaying swivel chair hugs shedded garments of braided boughs tossed in storms of butterfly awakening           Open dark portal to magical maze           find me in glowing pivotal sphere     ...

I hail thee Africa 🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸 I hail thee Africa For standing tall  When they thought You will be bedridden I hail thee Africa For being ever green And not falling down Withered leaves Even when it looks like You were almost finished I hail thee Africa For gritty gathering Every piece of you That have been sliced in pieces I hail thee Africa For raising more Prominent kids Out of what is referred to as the the valley of corruption I hail thee Africa!  For teaching us The cultural songs of love and dignity That's our weapons Against all odds.  All hail Africa!  For she refuses to lose hold  Even when she's  been brain washed That they can never be a better tomorrow I hail thee Africa! I hail thee again! I hail thee!!!!!!!!!!!!!            @Justina              2/12/2021

My Roses Some roses are red  Once mine were black Believing I’m not built for love As I turned my back Rose are meant to be Red, yellow, pink or white My roses were black Until you showed them some light  You slowly poured back colour  Even sky blue You brightened my world By just being you My roses still hold colour Some petals hit the floor  You chose only friendship Leaving me craving more My now beautiful roses Red, white and sky blue Developed those colours Purely for you  ©️All rights reserved 26/11/2021. K Owen.

Future oh Future  Earlier, I twittered into my prospect, as far as the human eye could see,     And I brawled with the truth.              For nothing seems apparent. The opacity of my destiny got me jerking,  Who knows what lies ahead? How do I fight my adversity with no clue? I have got my eyes fix on the sky. I watch as the clouds precipitate, No Bird must escape my sight. Still, I can't cast my lots. I surely have no courage left But I do hope for victory. As you withheld all the hints, That bares the sacred text of my fate. ©Halimat Abdulazeez  🇳🇬 © (the sonnets of nightingale is owned by AFFAQ NAIBE  ©the poems posted here re owned by different writers, some of them might have copy rights)  🌹💖🌹💖🌹💖🌹💖🌹♥️

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Thank You for this Beautiful Note Dear Affaq <3 Since I am not supposed to be using My hand I will send You one of My Small Poems.  Many of My Poems are Narrative Metaphorical Lyrical Poems which some are a full 2 pages.  So a little Gift for You <3   Nightingale I cannot tell you of what a Nightingale must surely sing about It’s Musings Mystical and full of Dim Magical Flight But it must be a feathery soft tune, one that reaches from it’s Beautiful Soft Breast and takes the hand from Heaven, and makes this earnestly searching One, feel Blessed For She is like no other, sings such a Glorious Nocturnal Lyric I imagine fragrant Jasmine and Sparkling Stars, and the night soft onyx canvas shimmering with Eloquent Waltzing and Lullaby Sighs Oh that I could meld with Her just once! With this Elegant Majestic Winged One The Ancients and Wise Serenading the World, aloft in Ancestral Song every Night! Author: Carmen Wright Poet Laureate  Copyright@December 23, 2003...

AUTUMNAL WINGS Dry vintage red pressed to her lips, as another ephemeral summer night dissipates  over a horizon.  Autumnal dusk spreads her wings across an auburn meadow..  A sapphire moon floats up over cranberry fields inside a sky, emblazoned by twinkling lanterns. Tepid breeze plays with tiny goosebumps on slender arms & she shivers; tightens her  wool scarf. Crinkle of dead leaves underfoot, wilting as  fleeting summer dreams..  Wind gusts through chapters in an ancient novel; sepia pages, slightly worn from impatient fingers. The pungent smell of pine & cinnamon lingers in the blustery evening air. Drifting snapshots of an antique rocking chair, melodious creaking..  butterscotch kisses,  scent of cedar-wood & sweet rain.. holding a calloused warm hand, placing it on a cool cheek, smiling eyes. Floating backwards, gazing through a frosty window-pane.. A timid young girl playing with buttons, unlaced boots with mud on the soles.....

The English Girl She fell in love  At first sight With all her might That blonde naive english girl.. That slender lad That strode the nights That opened the days That robust greek firey boy.. Like the trees intertwined Like the Sun and Moon In every day they went along Cheering Cupid's name.. With wine and beer They dazzled their hours And every word made A third extra tongue The language of love To be the same... A new world With mountains and hills With a blue castle And a white church To communicate they did..  A blue lake With myriads of fish Pure and divine And the mystic dolphin That goes to and fro From Greece and Britain They did find... Oh, english girl Everything's a dream... With fountains and springs And autumn days A touch of winter In Aphrodite's arms.. English girl You've fallen in a trap Covered with blossoms And the kisses of Juda.. English girl I am so sorry for you You have to return  To your real difficult world.. And deeply l know You escaped from ...

. . The Harvest Poetry by Christina The setting sun dips, blushing,  Caresses the brown earth Fresh with its harvested corn stubble The creek flashed a golden shushed smile, As the yellow-star's rays invitingly played, Before falling deeper onto the harvest horizon. Dried stalks stripped of their bounty Sway in the chill of evening breeze, The wind follows the sun away, As the corn husk sing and sway... Ah sasha...Ah sasaha... sassaaa Ancient native ghost's chant. In harvest we prepare for the quiet inbetween, The plunge into darkness, Before the moon, Before the stirring of dark spirits rise,  Warm overturned soil sighs, Fog fills the abyss of the disappearing sun, Silent wisps of swirling curls rise, Leaving the smell of musky autumn As death and decomposition approach  In our rush to harvest all All the sun, and wind, and soil, and toil  Has rendered to feed us, To keep us bound and strong, Though inbetween the setting sun and the rising harvest moon  We rub...

The Festival of Sparkling Light Suhina Biswasmajumdar When the truth comes out of the choking darkness , Darkness of mind where ignorance reigns , Miracle happens  If with our earthly yearnings awake, Only then  With his wild smile new-moon celebrates  The dazzling diwali — Happily. --------------- Suhina Biswasmajumdar🍀 Is an inspiring writer and poetess  from Kolkata W.B  Her mystic poems're appearing on different social sites including facebook https://www.facebook.com/suhina.biswasmajumdar.9 🌸🌸🍀🌸🍀🌸🌸

Turn the page.... Is a beautiful poem composed by  Poetess 🌹 J U L I A  ----;;🌹🍀🌹🍀🌹 Here it's it 🙏 Poetess*  J U L I A - P E L L E G R I N I  can be reached on Facebook also at ------------- https://www.facebook.com/julia.pellegrini.75

A flower ----------- A foreign country engulfed her suddenly and seemed forever. In love,  she imagined herself as a flower that sprouted again in the spring-- Only on a different soil. a flower that can bloom even bette Than the previous time. because more shoots--- Tighter buds and thicker stems. Of course, A previous life gave her this feeling of firmness--- A memory filling her with juices that moved confidently to the bud,  Giving strength to bloom and hold even in a storm--- The new soil nourished roots with an unfamiliar  Mixture of new sensations and pushed branches to the sun--- The rain watered in a foreign land and awakened new hopes, new dreams.  Dewdrops on its petals reflected the new land--- Gradually becoming familiar and known.  Day after day,the present became yesterday---- She realized that she is a flower  though a flower of the tumbleweed.  At the next wind the roots weakened---- And the plant was blown away. She could not resist. ...

Life's Loitering Journey My heart weeps and smiles- -  When I do see the luna on bluish sky,  She didn't alter over these years- - Of merry of melancholy,  I saw she when I was a babe!  Counting the stars at my small balcony,  And I saw she; when I was a vierge- - Collecting petals of crocus quite happily Now I see her when I'm a woman- - Right away  living for the others,  A paltry mother, when I shall die- - She will still be there steadfast shining high Then she' ll  meet her amour on day of hue and cry, ----who am I

Ah, singing stream of life: flouting in my heart,  ----Every day and every night;  And running fast and slow,  ----Throu the shales;  And by the dipping-- trees ----Wonder It's, while you glaze, the fringing reef. That shoots in joy, with your sweet sounding,  -----The life, that walks on green grass will entreat!  Dear! spending stream of clean --caste,  -----Sometimes, you're giving so deep-crack's!  To our yet new, and hoary singing streets. -----With your surprise and with the--smiles,  Yes! you do empower---the poor it's true,  -----And making life's things; the entire new!  With your reliefs, the lonely flower leaps in joy,  ----And this poet Affaq! smiles;  When flitting throu the wandering clouds  -----Our moon, herself hides...

I am a nightiingale and I sing on rose  I went to the garden of brahma and saw The bhudha beneath an old oak counting sorrows- Of world, I am a nightiingale and I sing on rose-- I went to landscape of Mathura and saw shakthi And then heard the song of Shiva. And your aunty and her kins; all the happy. And then lost at young sea of loveliness-- I am a nightiingale and I sing on rose,  I fly over the top of Sinai; and saw the palm tree  Where Lord called on Moses, 'stay I bestows You the book, and stick, ashanti you got Me'  I am a nightiingale and I sing on rose,  I fly by sea to Nazarene's where the star raise  And glowed that landscape; and did impose  His reign far to East; where Son of Madina- Took the lead, by different routes,  And led his caravan to beyond the Cacucious. I am a nightiingale and I sing on rose  I am a child yet; shall fly more  contagious....

I am a nightiingale and I sing on rose  I went to the garden of brahma and saw The bhudha beneath an old oak counting sorrows- Of world, I am a nightiingale and I sing on rose-- I went to landscape of Mathura and saw shakthi And then heard the song of Shiva. And your aunty and her kins; all the happy. And then lost at young sea of loveliness-- I am a nightiingale and I sing on rose,  I fly over the top of Sinai; and saw the palm tree  Where Lord called on Moses, 'stay I bestows You the book, and stick, ashanti you got Me'  I am a nightiingale and I sing on rose,  I fly by sea to Nazarene's where the star raise  And glowed that landscape; and did impose  His reign far to East; where Son of Madina- Took the lead, by different routes,  And led his caravan to beyond the Cacucious. I am a nightiingale and I sing on rose  I am a child yet; shall fly more contagious....

And I believe you'll discover a sincere Man  Of your relish of wish and value Suzanne ! Darling, It matter not if he be a king or craftman. Just try on; his overall moral role and ability,  I believe you'll find a cute and mystical man. One who always from heinous-acts refrain,  And bless the king, I have heard this sound Who is capable to alter life's bustle for eternal gain,  Dearie, I believe you may discover that man,  Who would be not a slave of his own self. But may also realise other's suffer and pain,  And hopefully would bring forth a real change  I do behold! he will ever remain yours; like a sylph,  Sweet and pious, young careful and cerise... 🌸SIFTLOK

I could fell to one's feet.... I have four seasons: that pass by my life, And every man and woman; travels along these. Then they fell down as like a dry leaf. I have my comely spring; when senses strong,  All beauty comes in shape of relish and relief. Then summer, that fills my small boutique  By calm beauty, and by Morn,  I wake as an elite. In such luxury, I look upon others with eyes oblique,  Then autumn comes, with dry  cough;  I begin loose heat, struck dumb, like an alien fowl, Unable to compete; then winter  appears to fill his oath;  I forget fly over the blue seas-- A fear begins inwardly; that  I could fell to ones feet--- 🌸SIFOK

When month is summer and wind is cool,  Why ought not the senses amuse?  A vagrant fowl of summer pool,  Beating wings for bed enthuse,    Nearby a juvenile on her window pane,  Sings a boredom song,  The light in darkness fell, The night grew longer by the rain,  What trees what  What roof tops shall take his dwell, along Stars illumin depart from the royal bethel,  Young jasmine too sleep in her bouquet,  Night crock was nervous, hungry like lobo,  A vagrant fowl, beating wings fell,    On land and sad himsel!  Heartfelt juvenile felt his breast pain,  O! you red star!  I had years regret and grief, but not a relief, She opened her window light came swift  That point him his way upright to her bed,    And pearly eyed fowl of summer pool so sad,  Rendered thanks to her and felt glad.

How do Crows marry?  And host their wedding parties on roof,  Of archaic maple tree, so fairly  It's like their assembly hall and every- Rook at evening sits there to partake, Have you ever seen? how do Crows marry. To taste, to taste, to taste, this wine...... Do for me, buy for me, get a guy to marry Me. How do Crows prefer their pairs?  It's an amazing scene of action,  They sit in prayers, and share their tears ... Mine friend! have you ever been?  Towards a maple grove; after  weeding, They fly over skies for their honey moon... Over centuries, they hold this order it's so pleasing.  ---Tum tum, just come; among some  Maple groves, they come from different routes, Along the evening clouds, when Luna walks, And luscina seated on rose, flutes. And so forth, a mirth over the lunar orb  And the sky smiles; miles and miles... How do Crows marry;;have you ever seen? Latter, they would rush to maize fields,  Of poor peasant to punder...

You, may not take a notice of Me, I am- A little lamb, with you on your green-olive mead Just please visit to Me-- O! I've rambled round your pinkish fields,  I' behold many Dea and Deos but;  Found none, so loving as like You,  Thus, please visit to Me--- Rumi, thou're to others I' may call You,  "Ever shining all time, a vernal beauty" Just, please visit to Me--- I' miss all kins, and some Amis;  O! geliebte!  I' keenly think of You, then my  Life's other arts and the acts,  Thus, please visit to Me--- Garden dove! , lie for awhile, on My pitiful-tree,  With a long sweet, and passion deep. Just please visit to Me--- Ah, you're born fair mine, Amor-dear!  Fair faith is bosom beauty,  Love Is not liebe; which alter's  with custom or along season-change,  Just, please visit to Me---

Liebste! shun the company of vile-like People May be, they would hurt your innate artistry. Never a weed will become sweet in relish  Even if you climb to peak of the Everest. And take care, Liebste dear! live with the reverence  Shall ever breed of raven; raise a swan?  Even if you apply tools of science of changing. Behold liebste!  Shall ever water of a bitter fountain- Turn sweet; even if it comes from snow-clad mountan. Dear my gallant! don't make allies with liar's It's a flu, wide and sound in their nature. Liebste! give away alms and gifts it brings the cheers....

A rock dove was! seated on a  cottage roof  Lamenting in melancholy of her love--- And an orphan Boy, sate below far aloof,  Was singing a hymn to his Mum  Looking at roof,  Rick dove! heard his lament.  And was sadden --- Came down along the wintry wind,  As the Boy was singing near his dark cabin-- She also start to sing with him windy side Then thin skined dove danced to give him peace of mind  And composed music throu her  crimson wing---- After kissing both scattered along the wintry light, so kind.....

--Body!  The heart is passing through an intense pain At this moment, that might never come again. Around fifty years; you've dwelt in Me And cherished Me healthy; like a green tree. O! you have prevented Me, from falling into sin  Rabin! though on some matters; we had disputes in. The tidings that you brought from time to time,  Trembled my limbs, legs and the skin. ---Soul!  Thank corpo, you granted Me asylum in your barn,  We have a secret union; that has gone adjourn.  I was with you,  O! beloved! on a lease. Restore calm, My reflection is removed from your palm,  You will be buried; into ash and sand,  And I shall return to some endless shore on;  as I understand.

Gray falling leaf  Moon is broken like pennant of a widow,  Every star friendless; sunk into thoughts. Very tired laying restless on the pillow- Clouds of grief stay like a funeral-  Some teeny O many heavy all endless- On music of hiccups, the heart weeps- Stuck into swallowing deeps-  I've not resting place-ravaged,  No loyalty or security; just am a savage,  A tearful life; My fate gave me-displeasure. Go away O winds!  Take your passage-  It is my fate to put to scream; my soul-  Life came up weeping-dolorous,  From my grief these're naught  the flowers, they're the wounds-  My shadow itself split from Me-  I'm lonely in festival of grriefs Thus! mine life is like a gray falling leaf.

And I love you In these flowers of May These bouquet's are witnesses at the moment. They have taken note of us so keep on your way  And I love you these flowers of May. Remind us that love binds, and hate divides  Come sit close by my side it's My holiday.... These merry hours, will not come again,  So keep oath and roam again in these shady sides. When the spring time will appear again come alone. These fading eyes would shine and God decides. And I shall stand and you sit on My throne Sometimes I' may give you a surprise .........

Festival of flowers  Praise to thee! who granted  you; the beauty, Winds and venues leap up with liquid sweet. Salutes to your petals; ah dear Tulip baby!  My heart did swell by your love and greet,  Someone an alien, just pass by your Eden,  Wearied of many days sojourned for a while,  I see, your scenes have become more florain And worry your beauty might beguile Me, Though I' m an only access to My family. Earth be feeling more fine; by your perfumes. What a worthy festival of colors held,  By foothills, I long to make there happily  A joyful bride, nature have bestowed you beamy dyes,  And your nude beauty is bewitching my Eyes,  Stars in skies, spending all their lights,  And draws nigh the night with delights,  Nothing is so fragrant, as like glory of flower,  Mine eyes do love to see you hour after hour.

Stars slept late with the spent lights,  Scenery slept early revealing jolliness,  Winds walked, to far heights playing violins,  Of his splendor and the vastness,  Clouds napped into the ditches of hills,  Take care! Cool groves still and mute rill,  Every candle burns out slowly and silently,  And the sweet night departs away sincerely,  Where are you? Give voice, dearest joy. When the solitude, my spirit annoys.

Nagara falls  ------------ Come, oh friend, let's go to Nagara Falls And listen to sweet songs  of native birds from Montreal hold an oath of unity and stay away from wrongs. In the summer season You're looking more lovely and tender It is my aspiration  for us to be together  in this pleasant  location. Come o, friend! Let's go beyond the stars  to azure skies, ah,they seem so awesome. Let's play the guitars  of love from the albums of Adam and Eve. The journey is slightly odd O friend, tell some tales, my soul, The wind is cool and the moon glows-  The stream that recites her tale  to dwellers on the shore. Ah, let come, we shall walk in shades of leafy trees ,  Like twin stars in a village of clouds.  toiling hand in hand with melodies,  While alone , I carry living memories Of our bravest heroes, now into shrouds .... Come O friend, let's go and have our holidays in Montreal.

Shalimar city park where we walk with our kids On its stone walls we do see images  Of hart of doe and fawns giving cheers to visiters  These antique animals dwell in these bushes throu dim ages Shalimar is a prettiest place where oak grows Parallel to parallel along great maples,  By it's eastward, the smoke blows over high hill's, And myth makers invent their own stories  Which never really exist .... But brings a momentary joy in ears of listeners  They do paint these stories with their lovely colors..... I had an opportunity to live with rustic dweller's Their femmes love to cook in azure esman The wood they use is free for them ...."Stella says "A very kind yoaman is in charge of kingdom of green oaks" In rainy days these green woods seem so awesome, When ligera breeze hails for hikking with her sweet notes.  And Stella smokes! before her fire pot no one.  Can dare to harass her, when her hound is by her side. And her pretty pair of pashma go...

Dwelling  A vinary! among the flames of marvel  My heart is unquite can take any shape.  The place I dwell and dwelling has become harsher..... A meadow of deers  A monastery of monks  A movement of merchants  A wilderness of wander lusts. I accept only a religion of love Where ever the caravan of love turns,  That's the belief; that's the faith  That's the path I do keep.

A half-witted I was to sleep at spring time  In walnut tree; when wind was sweet and cool. In asleep My lily hands have been tied  And was made to drink an unsweetened fruit.  A half-witted I'm, some savage; entered my hortus. And stealth my chameli; when  I was in asleep. Mouth sealed off; a hesitant to fight back. This a melancholy; that struck me deep. No more smile; no more time to play with Moon A half-witted, I was to sleep at spring- Tide, now scary-scary;  I set alone  Recalling the days of chameli; at evening--

Ah, the heavenly breeze sailed to splendid site  Surrounded by high hills each rock is a masterpiece That swells my heart with joy and delight  Shall I ever come across such a lasting peace? The mellow Moon is gleaning woods with mystic light  Tonight it's silence; I hear not any echo boom, But a waters musical tune is constant- In its rhythm, the aroma of wild herbs  Are chasing the corrosponding breeze.  As soon the night goes deeper  I hear reciter's,  Sweet voices of feens singing chorus of their own, While I sat with notebook and lovely mate, The sky is dome, the earth is our state. The green grass gowing vast feels like paradise; Two forest hounds; also sat nearby hours straight  Like guards sent for us to sheild in green wood.  There is nothing like social status and prejudice, A pillow on which we lay is like clean wool Crafted by feen's with their fairest fingers. It's Allah's mircle with bricks of wine  He build th...

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Da mi je Bese to davno kad upih duboko Svako slovo, skladan i jasan svaki stih Cistotom ljepote sto opija i nosi Opjevat misli pozeljeh, o, tako rado bih. Cudakom me smatrase pa i za ludu Cesto cuh, gubis vrijeme u stihu nesuvislu Nista od toga, ni slave ni hleba Ne odoljeh sebi, pisah jer dusa trazi i treba. Nije mi dano da kiti me slava, al srcem pisem Kako disem, sto udahnem to i izdahnem Mnogi su gori postali pjesnici strascu uprti Mozda ce mene kao i njega citati mnogi poslije smrti. Dani mi camotni, sanjam,sve lako upija papir Olaksava dusu, srce poleti a ruka sama pise U casu prevrtljivom bludim postajem ljubavnik i satir Tuga i sjeta me nose, nemir raste i uzdise. Mozda nekad, nekome uljepsam trenutke mladosti Poleti visoko uz pjesmu u plave visine Ako vec plakati treba, neka to bude od radosti Slavom se sreca ne mjeri, u ljubavi su puti istine. 28. July, 2021. Melbourne, Victoria

#pearlofheaven Sweet is the breeze that blows before My face Will blow further more beneath the heaven. Over hills by rural miles; then would return to My place, Along it is luxurance, the change the season. Sweet is the breath of morn; My beloved sweet  The melodies of fowls pleases the garden. Despite these bounties, who mislead us; so young ? Like a farmer, He stocks up enough fodder. And keeps everything in order clean and so neat, Solemn sun, treat the life better and keep, Regard of little olive dun, let not die her by cyclone hit,  O pearl of heaven, hold that promise, that we've thrown out..... #poemhunterdotcom

When Muhammad-sw; appeared on the earth The meritum turn to green tour with mirth  And morn hugged the day of summer Sombre nights fade away by moon light  New life start to run through the streams  Spring breeze hailed to barren fields  And mount sawda received the sunshine . Traditionally with nicest things a rich reaction yeilds He lived to guide the vicious;  they can too, Live with esteems like flowers in  their routines.. When they would refine their spirits  With elysian wine, he fetch a tenet from himmel That no one can do; and which is unique within its merits.... .

Sweet breeze of the brook  Slow go slow go, Slow breeze of the brook  Low low but go... Over the Affarvat clouds go  Return from the tallest peak With a new song that I seek  I wait anxiously at florist street  Blow again her perfume twice before my cheek... Sweet breeze of the brook Slow go slow go... Go go go; beneath the alpine trees Where my little sister long ago asleep Something missed: so my mind reels Sweet breeze of the brook; Slow go slow go; round the plum thicket Still in my eye trip the light of, that young looks, Go go, greatfully then come within me......

Play music of life, resound mountain bells, Send to sky; the goodwill of ourselves The groaning cloud, the sweet night, Pardon! the world of today; faces thousand hells-  Play music of life: resound mountain bells Play the evolution of life, Play the music of grief, And behold, how the meadows weep From coelum, the solution might come to us..... Play music of life, resound mountain bells, See the human activity; O you the murmuring wells...... An insincere attitude; the man has towards you, Strange, he has gone rather rude..... Sing out, our melancholic rhymes, Give keys of nature in hands of justice Sing in your happy voice; pale hued bird, these lines.... Favouring about tierra, who lulls us in her lushness... Play music of life, the dark days of dragon Must end in awful doom; And refresh, Beautiful memories, of those sweet spirits We see no more...........

Pretty lamb... Still the Eid-ul-zuha; is miles away, It's perfect time of cleaning and sewing, Ovas! has brought a young lamb in latter May.  Soon the festival of sacrifice is occuring. Ovas's young lamb is quite handsome, With pride they all call him the beloved.....  It's so lovely, his younger brother Kasam  Will take him to picnic on green pasture.  His sister Zaiton! been giving him eggs, Cookie's and cheese to eat in morn and Eve,  And green maple leaves, she also wash's his hairs. When he is playing alone, she laughs at him in her sleeve It's amazing, the pretty lamb has learnt  To live with humans, and leaps up all the day The main reason behind this attachment Is divine, it will remain there untill the day of Eid When all kids will walk behind him to Altar  And then pretty lamb; will be slaughtered to perform Sunnah of Abraham and Sarah,  Who entered,  In vow with God, that they'll sacrifice their beloved son.....

The clock passes the clock calls  The past is buried the future calls  Lilaces come in seven colors along  the black eyed Susan, all mist has gone  A throng of abeilles hung upon these  How fairly they perform their duties The clock passes the clock calls  Glare spread into fields after squalls  Bands of birds racing above rough winds  Little filles begun to pulk red fresas All chanting chorus of new age in their head dreses  The clock passes the clock calls No field is safer the crow calls  to crow, Walk carefully, throu hills and pains  And call all when you find sweet cockies And be aware of wood piagons sealing bush peas  The clock passes the clock calls. No one thanks to your gifts God of sparks But a widow who counts  in broken lamps. The clock passes the clock calls....

Love is above caste creed, cults and belief It's a matter of heart, a tender thing  Cast aside your shades of rigid belief  Let not your dogma become a hindering Between lover's, let remember you religious elite  Oh when I see a tear in that girls eye... It's tear of love, don't harass her but greet  Thus stop being so religious; this right is conferred by  God and law; so you can't her liberty seize .... Not try split up two heart's succoured by love  True love's does not demand lovers nativity Listen! with rasisme relate not the love

And tailor tells, in mystic tune to the kind girl  The cloth wraps our body and brings forth beauty  To carter the needs of clothing's Remember pearl !  It's magic of cotton tree; that's exempt from stamp duty  And blond Beauty replied:, we also have silk mote's  And plenty of mulberry trees  on both sides of silk roads. When I go round these, I hear groans  Of milk goats and old world chatts, by hunting birds.  With the rapid rise of air drones  In the skies, It's tougher to go alone; mainly us girls. Damn your inventions; you have nothing left safe, Neither our fields, flocks, forests  Nor our privacy. See, cyber space this unfair trade have put all Us into a stress state; and then the Tailor replied to blond Beauty " I understood all, the wool Shawl that you wore, is indeed your pride.  Now it's  pulled off by the bush hawk, From the class of cloths; and what nature Gave us free, has shook off the stars,  Th...