Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

Some folks say, "The night is peace's goddess." And seizes all the charms of the dusky eve,  Whatever lies in the dales, deserts, and waters is God-sent. And He, "lord of the universe, is begotten by none." Well, if the night is peace, why is it not for harlots?  Or for the night thieves and for the wolves,  Owls, bats, and hyenas, they move in darkness. And thereupon giving a moment's silence to all of us For inner peace, ah, what the heaven brings, Is sheer truth, behind God's every creation there is  Specific mystery, so awe, out of tiny things  Sweet bells jingle if you show me integrity. Then, naturally, I am able to give you the kiss of peace. ----Affaq

In the middle of the night, I said, "To the twinkling stars," Did you see my Amor?  The reply came in non  And then I beg to the moony beams Did you saw my Amor?  Again the reply came in Non And then I said to the morning breeze Did you saw my Amor?  Again the reply came in Non At length, I request to my own bosom The reply came in 'Yes' Its somewhere around closer to You, just feel. -----Sonnets

Run, run, run Where the water runs Summer rains came After the long wait           Run, run, run  Aah, glee entered. into grain fields. Don't look behind It's my mother. She rushes with my  forgothen lunch          Run, run, run  Where the water runs  Don't look behind It's our duck. With her duckings.        Run, run, run Don't look behind  It's someone  may be a drunken fell on the road  a hundred tonne      Run, run, run ©Poet Affaq 

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Delight has taken the flight down from fountain sight. Aye! a brave falcon is sailing in an azure delight,  Along with his youthful son in flattering light,  When shall the glory return? I wait with aspiring eyes. You have foresight of the highs, and knowing  As how new stars emerge from the hoary skies,  The rainbow appeared with marvel in the sky's fair,  And the sanobar is shedding an aromatic tear. O! falcon, convey to the Lord seated on a high chair  Our salutation, our plea, our dumb luck, and then  Return hurriedly while singing through the altar,  Bring with you a healthy rain shower without hitting one. You are a king of sphares of the setting sun. And knowing the ailing condition of the earth getting sucked. Written by  Poet Affaq 

Ruby youth! dear fellow traveller of my life In which ditch or desert you escape away. This memorabilia brings tears in my eyes  That we've build long ago in Jamaica bay During those redness days, you were a war hero  Of strong ego, you and I laid life's affar Array array, unseal your face I'm head by thorny road Let's go on morning walk you went quite far  After your depart the blue moon also  turned Lean and then wanned, now in tranquility I' end my days. Now I too need some rest after long sojourns And my fatigued eye gaze a slight haze  Solute my life's fellow, there is no flute You went to the sea: and I' sing to sleep..... --- Poet Affaq

https://youtu.be/kaTY3577nvU Where do you hide in the noontide   O Heart breaker!   This heart is hunting you   Where do you hide?   In which vale, wild or city   I'm reminding you   Send in, a voice   The heart runs throu a grief   And you're too worried.....  When shall you met me?   Let me brief!   About your routine affairs.   Then you'll weep and   May make me lament too.  That'll be a gloomy scene   And even true, love cares...  Reveal to me, that wound   Which you gave me  O! server of my spirit  I'm hung around you! ....  A storm of memories  mount up in this heart,   A regret lies in tender bosom   I shall come to see you....  I've enormous energies   I shall come to see you....  I am defamed by time,   What is left with me.  This heart is hunting you ...

I waste all the day, all the day upon the way My friend, our youthful beauty is a guest for a few days  I may waste as I found a buzzing  in my head I waste all day, all the day upon the way...... These hairs you have met are those dyed red. This blue gaze of three days and muscle so cute Therefore, please praise am here just a few days I waste all day, all the day upon the way ...... Haste and hug this lip; ah, it's wine red. hope so And entertain It's savour, the heart is so warm As desert tide, thus it's heard to leave you alone  For, I am on my way toward a pleasent ride  I lost all day, all the day upon the way....... This bonnie name, riches, and the fame,  And this way of world is a futile storm. My friend, can you prevent the arriving storm?  That's is hovering over the head of this dame. I lost all day, all the day upon the way....... The rose had left the garden to open way,  This youth and beauty that amuses the eye  Will soon go it's w...

When shall the glory return? Delight has taken the flight down from fountain sight. Aye! a brave falcon is sailing in an azure delight,  Along with his youthful son in flattering light,  When shall the glory return? I wait with aspiring eyes. You have foresight of the highs, and knowing  As how new stars emerge from the hoary skies,  The rainbow appeared with marvel in the sky's fair,  The sanobar is shedding an aromatic tear. O! falcon, convey to the Lord seated on a high chair  Our salutation, our plea, our dumb luck, and then  Return hurriedly while singing through the altar,  Bring with you a healthy rain shower without hitting one. You are a king of sphares of the setting sun. And knowing the ailing condition of the earth getting sucked ©Rights reserved with  Poet Affaq 

Maria   Maria The stars are with the moon like a large family  Wherever she sails near orbit, they fairly follow her. We must learn from their love and hospitality. Or you know this hollow earth  would swallow us. Mary! how long will you remain single, lass?  So start a family! You're close to my heart, livelong, This life in which you dwell is like a pane of glass. You've had a painful past, and I believe it may surpass. You've got in your fairy hand a graceful craft. So don't go after the unfair demands  Or fling your tender arm into some witchcraft. Better yet, obey the heavenly commands. Enjoy happy living and stay away from false sublime. The Lord brings everything if one withstands. By Affaq  

Sweet breeze of the brook   Slow go slow go... Low low but go... Over the Everest clouds go.  Then 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--- Low low, but go--- Beneath the alpine trees And bring some tiding of golden ages of long ago. Sweet breeze of the brook;  Slow go slow go... Round the plum thicket And never break like us your peace treaties Go go, greatfully then come within Me... ©Poet Affaq 

Sonjan YouTube SONJAN   Poor Sonjan's asleep in shads of elm trees, Where the first light appears, and kisses Her old beehive in backyard of the narcissus  1 She lived long in the grove of the elm trees, Away from the bustles and the  city's fairs, And through out her life she protect these, When they were root out her eyes shed pitying tears. 2. A proud lady lived well, beside the rose bushes,  Butterflies and sparrows and toiled for their safety. Some secrets she revealed, some buried in her own bosom These were few mysteries says: Amy  3. Her time pass out smoothly In sweet shades Of the elm trees, with elm wood and weeds, She sewed her own grave in green shales  And laid with No funeral rhyme, no man no mournings 4. Sonjan! laid her last bed, with the petals of rose,  And this episode her lonely friend unclose. She wept heartly and talked  with hands on her elbows at the hedgerows. "Peace" I said: to her fairest friend, Amy! She rued and moane...

Shy Heathwren! The loyal sun of blue heaven set in the west And shy heathwren return to her mother's nest. By the early autumn; the couple will depart,  To plains of Panjab, they're just few days guest  To us, nice to see you O! sweetheart----- In the garden of fruits and flowers, every year,  You come to visit us, moreover you are our part  And never carried with you despair or fear Or the virus or disorder but bringing with you Soft breeze, sweetness of berries, the beauties of seas And dews of youth, cheers from  shades of lofty trees,  Summer sweet albums of music and melody Rejoice! with me; ah today love is our remedy----- ©Poet Affaq #lyricofluscina #thetwlightstars #sonnetsofnightingale #poetaffaq #poetry #lyrics #englishpoetry #sonnets #songs  #pearlydewsofmorning #thepoetryvineyard #Evergreenstamps

Poem on !  Solidarity   The month was Summer and wind was cool Fanning the pedestrians at the winding route  A wandered bird of the Summer pool,  Beating his wings for the bed enthuse.   Nearby a Girl on her window pane,  Sang her title song "pinned hopes on" The night grew longer with the rain,  What trees?, what roof tops?,  will take his dwell. Along the stars illumin depart from the royal bethel And jasmine too asleep in her bouquet,  The wandered Bird beating his  wings fell On the ground and saddned himself, She kind hearted Girl felt his breast pain. How sweetned is that suffer which solitude brings ! She opened half of her window and light came brief,  That revealed the confused fowl his way upright to her pillow,  And pearly eyed Bird of the summer pool so sad,  Rendered thanks to her and felt very glad, Then she replied with a merry laugh  "O sweet heart as like you I' live also alone"... ©Rights reserved wi...

I just want the extream's of your love- - For, you have set in beats of my bosom- - Your single manifestation turned- - Me like a rock- dove; so tame I'am coming- - To your backyard again and again- - Each glance of your face is cute and awesome- - Not less than the summers rain shower- - My spirit was fatiuged, you've brought,  In it a new bloosom- - Mine humming bee- - Just see, I am your wild flower- - So! stick on me- - ©Poet Affaq I just want extream s of your love

The early spring reach out into sick fields, Long nights of awe and shiver are gone,  Sunshine rivived the life upon rough hills, Rabin start to sing his melody  before the dawn  Soft breeze tread out to clean the atmospheres  With her wings and restored the peace in, Lord ! your gorgeous planet expreses fears  And you've a better wisdom of all the hidden things. Kind lass,  get up and then free your spirit  Out of the locks and ropes of the satanic kings Nothing harm' ll befall to you if you would visit, Your savor for just a minute, it's a spiritual Treat that resides into every loving heart, Lord presides o'er the direction of the winds  Sailing gently as per routine by the valley  So cute' re these scenes like an expensive art. Pretty lass! don't give up your hope but make a fresh start, Sell not your faith; for a cup of red-hot wine,  Sit down, and quench your thirst with beams Of the sun, spring has hailed up, prepare and redesign ...

KEYBOARD WOES Kissing, more intimate than a wedded pair Ever clashing making a sure-fire flare Yelling you are, the statement declares But no I say, it is the torrid affair Of the pinkie and the caps-lock square Always engaging in lip-locking fare Rushing to hug and wed causing glares Darn keys are nestled together as groupware When this happens we mean no harm Only the tightness of keys dispel the calm Even on keys is the reason for a cuddling bomb/balm So to those I offend, I learned on a typeface sans rom ~PLS/PCS~8.4.2021

On way to Goristan https://youtu.be/m0hdD1U8-tM On way to Goristan After long days, we reach to you in the rosy dawn  Still the morning star is in his twlight mission And In these dense lights; we took a stroll Believe this bosom is burning with a passion  How do you do in this hush hush cavern?  Lo, about you, that unfair event still slays us Some lofty dreams appear in procession, Then they begun shortly to scatter away  Sweet breeze roaming in meadows of heaven  My grief lies hither; a decade has gone away  We're devoted to that pledge we gave, Though some doubts came up along the way Tonight come in moony beam to our dream we crave With just a glance I may feel morefirm and brave. © Poet Affaq 

Watch the Vedio Dearest! let us leave somewhere far away,  The heart is filled with lust of the world,  And I do believe you still be my comfort,  May we both reveal a new universe untroubled ? But you'll not be free and I shall not be free,  Let leave, where life be not so grief struck,  Where the false faces be nought our lords,  Where this brief life is not priest ridden  And where there be not the show stars,  Where side walks be free from the road dogs,  A place where a statue of beauty you'll make,  For your new born and for our sake,  What is the purpose of these cidar springs? Where a low cannot lay his head for a while,  And the other guy plays the safe violins Where you're racial and he is a small angel, Where someone's house is burning bad, And earth is watching from far blazing red And all this is befalling under that ruthless sky Dearest let us leave somewhere faraway,  The heart is filled with lust of the wor...

JUDY YOUNG (YouTube Vedio)  Namibian Judy young  You're mine half for ever and I do swear  To give you all that you need, thus give me  Judy! your perfumed air and your half smile My heart is so glad; but un-duly pressured Whatever be the befall, let bury it apartheid That caused a displeasure on your face, Your father swimmed against the sea tide  Nothing great ever occurs without a sacrifice In his end days he walked with shuffling gait  Then hen pass away after leading a harsh fight  Right away, I do see a sign of sublime and grace  On your raising brow and upon your clean face ©Rights reserved with  Poet Affaq 

Mother's Beloved Click this short Vedio about the poem below  Bless  Poet Affaq Mother's belowed  Mothers beloved learn the artistry of happy living  From the Orient; appeared the rising sun That glows with his glory, the high horison. And gentle breeze also depart; to her mission  Over to small farmers rice fields who meets our needs. Though sometimes the gentle zephyr display's anger;  That has a reason, as every action has it's reaction.  Ali! also rode his horse to relish the pasture season,  And Ostrich sat to brooding into bits of rock. Ali wakes up early for his trip to small strip  Gathering healing herbs from the flowers Having fairs of fragrance on their sweating lips, A sweet juice that could never be skipped by the Motes. Ali can live in a single shirt and sweater, In severe cold  And snow, if you ask him: "what's it mystery" He will only laugh: " It's the power of  pure herb  That made him so strong and the tough...

Sunflowers Kanako chewed the roasted sunflower seeds in her back teeth and mumbled that there were no poets in this country. She propped her elbows on the balcony wall and sighed again. The view from the top of this skyscraper was like a graveyard, she thought as she bit into the seed. Kanako took a single seed from the drooping sunflower in the vase and tucked it into the locket around her neck as if it were a talisman. The silver locket shone against the white silk shirt she favored. Perhaps that was why the air currents seemed to swirl around her when she was close. Kanako touched the locket and wondered where in the world poetry could be born. This plague is nothing new, she thought as she placed her palm on the rocket in her chest and looked down at the ground. A seed to bring sanity to the hearts of the insane. If there was anything to believe in in this crazy world, it was a single sunflower seed, Kanako wrote in her diary. She cleared the high wall of the balcony l...

Wisdom lies into corn field's pure and perfect--- Maria! helps her father in field, and her Abu  teach's her by heart. While they sit to their lunch;  The valley breeze hovers o'ver her head, And Rabin sings on the rose What a wonder love based learning experience..... ©Affaq

Some citizens are thankful and some have a disquite,  Someone's disaster is the others delight,  We're held by a force, our legs are tied with ropes, Our tongues' ve been sealed, we've no lofty hopes. By the liberty you can make your own luck, And In slavery you will always grew the sick  Today we dwell in inequality, unjust and tyranny, And this gift is given to us by lords who cherish hostility, Oftentimes, they wish to have their monopoly On all institutions, resources power and treasury.... Our hopes are less and the desires wide,  To heal this hearts wound will require time..... ©Affaq

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Good bye soul  ---Body!  ATM the heart is passing through an intense pain And may be, it will never come again. About the fifty years you have dwelt in Me, And cherished me healthy like a leafy 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 arms, hands, legs and the skin. ---Soul!  Grace's corpo, you give me asylum in your barn,  We' ve had a secret union; that has gone adjourn.  Inherently 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 the sand,  And I shall return to some endless shore on;  As I understand © Poet Affaq 

Tumult on the shoreTumult on the shore  The singing stream in a virgin vale Patiently passing with mysteries of the past Like a mellowed female, in grief in glee without any hurry  How fair is her clear flow, sometimes very swift and then slow. On her shore lay the farries in row,  Blowing aroma over Affarwat's alpine grove And rose fairy rejoice in crystal blue murmur,  Looks so fair as like her healers' face,  Whilst the singing stream flow  through the brooks deep,  The moony beams come  through the windy scenes,  To kiss her looks, through this  daily love affair,  Is the beauty and and tumult on the shore. ©Affaq

SKYLARK   ----------- As the calm cerulean sky  look at me invitingly my mind flies out like a skylark to mingle with its vastness...! My sensibilities linger upon its breath for a while...  and its rhythmically beating heart,  and soon my wild esoteric thoughts  yearn to be one with its that pacific blue; Meanwhile... the white puffy clouds all around me shelter me from prying eyes as I fly, high and high  in search of that deepest core, and once I reach, as I finally reach that prismatic land of ecstasy and love, a deep sense of numbness engulfs me... I slowly succumb to that exoticism and a cry of sheer joy escapes my heart. Oh what freedom, such freedom.. I love you exhilarating freedom!! But this prejudiced world will forever remain oblivious to such a pearl....!! Born free are we.. but why does the world never agree..?? © Copy rights with Author  Moltreyee Raju 

OIL PAINTING  A new and beautiful poem  By Charlene Phare Oil painting  Walking through our oil painting  Among textured materials  Brushstrokes flowing perfectly So beautifully ethereal  Among textured materials  Creating greatest masterpiece  So beautifully ethereal  Inner serenity release Creating greatest masterpiece  Glorious peace as tensions fall Inner serenity release Precious rocks, heavenly skies call Glorious peace as tensions fall Brushstrokes flowing perfectly Precious rocks, heavenly skies call Walking through our oil painting  © Charlene Phare Poetry

 are you our pretty meadow gazelle? Here see, great sun is dazzling on the mead, I do see your pasture is shifted into a golf  Ground, once this lake mead was so honeyed. The fountains were booming up pure wine On every side of pasture there was sunshine. Let us ramble round the mead. together, From childhood we lived in this  splendid field. O! nimble lady, whisper to me some story My old companion you must now hurry,  This pasture is no longer safe and free, Wait and see I will tell you a horrible story. Look how it ruby glows in the stone The fairest stream run by him and murmured his moans,  Will run further with melodic tune and  Will  mingle in her journey to some unknown, See, my hand took up the flute to sing Invite all fruits, flowers to come in the ring. The perfume always  comes from the roses side, The true hearts on their ranks never divide. I have painted my image on the mead The field is fenced come and sow the seed. I s...

----My friend! our youthful beauty is a guest  Of a few days, I may waste as I found a buzzing,  ----In my head, these hairs you met are dyed red,  This blue gaze of three days, and muscle- ----So cute, thus please praise!  I am here few days. Haste and hug mine lip, ahh, a wine red. ----Go to slow, and entertain, It's hustle and bustle,  ----Ohh, I waste all the day, all day upon the way. ----This bonnie name, riches And fame, and this way of world is a futile ----Storm, I waste all day upon the way in flame,  ----Come still the breath is warm, and in form,  My friend! can you prevent the arriving storm?  ----That's is hovering over head of this dame!  The rose left the garden to open way,  ----For the gulah's and  I waste all day,  ----On the way and upon the way! ©Affaq Naibe

Wherever you live--- Be every pleasure there. Wherever you live--- Be the life there. These darks are my selections,  I don't see my shades. Wherever you live--- Be the light there. Moon is dimly,  O don't worry,  Be no darks of nights  upon night there. Wherever you live--- Be every pleasure there,  In clouds of despair. We see a rainbow,  We shall surpass,  The suffering nights,  Wherever you live--- Be the delights there. ©Affaq

Humming birds sing the loving words--- A million stars shimmering in the blue sky,  They have hidden stories: the sun and moon And the seven stars fell in  prostration before: the Joseph!  a young guy--- Was terrified by his brother's,  he survived into spring;  Yousef conveyed his dream  To his gray haired father who was musing.  And then Jacob, raised his hand to  extreme  Sky, and rendered thanks to the lord, his child was moving  To the 'Throne of Egypt ' that was run by--  Pharaoh! the former regent followed him, Then blind father received his sight that night,  And divine wind honored the golden crown to Joseph!  By dawn the rising star raised high on the Egyptian sky, And there was a new hustle and bustle into Nile's motion. Ah! humming birds sing the loving words second time,  with a devotion...... ©Affaq Naibe Singh the loving words