Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

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