Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

When the 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 with the rain,  What trees,  What roof tops shall take his dwell, along Stars illumin depart from the royal bethel,  Young jasmine too asleep in her bouquet,  Night crock is nervous, and hungry like lobo,  Will break into someone's sweet home,  A vagrant fowl, beating wings fell,    On land and sad himself  Tender sweet juvenile felt his breast pain,  "O! you red star" I myself've a regret and grief,  In kingdom of birds blessed you are" She opened her window and 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. ©Af...

A paradise lost He sat on the overturned rock Alone but not lonely longing for the past Longing for what's lost For he can't keep pace with the present His old heart yearning for the days When the valley below was lively Missing the singing and whistling As  men and boys herded their flocks He longed for the times  When friendships were true When handshakes were warm And sharing was the norm The streams are now dry All trees and bushes cleared In their place a concrete jungle The singing replaced by deafening noises No more streams  Where clear waters flowed Only streets flowing  With motorists and pedestrians A high population of lonely humans Always hurrying to destinations unknown Some living for the next meal Others for the next deal All busy making a living As life passes by               © Felister Mboya