Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

Ecce, the spring vale in lap of the great Mons,  Here the bird sings salvation song day and night.  Here the camellia and crocus inhales happy  Breaths, here the woodwinds play  paradisal music  With razorbills, the birds of our pearly seas. And amidst these, mine tranquil heart repeats  It's forgotten days of melancholy they have gone  Enough away like these fatigued evening clouds Returning to some unknown Island, And their coming seems to me, out of question. Quite handsome is this dale for penning  A love elegy, it's cut off from the  worlds of  Turmoil, of conflicts between the classes  Of high and low, quite away from injustice,  Inequity, or plagues of envy and  xenophilia. Here, the nature sings round the clock,  Melodiam of harmony and his singleness. My heart yearns to lie on its woven grass, Here is the complete remedy to my frenzy. These little delightful scenes yet unexplored  Would dwell...

Latest poem by Janice Fisher ROOTS The flickering light Of Histories Roots... The wonders held in Disbelieve..  When one treads in backwards Flicker.. Or the past..that peeks into.. A future, that was read as fiction.. So.... very long Ago... In the now...A disbelief.. How one could exist, With no television and a telephone Hanging on an Wall... Where you wait your turn in daily Gossip... Pages turn..in backwards glance.. As ink spills in forward Flips... Was a lesson learned, in gentle Grasp? Doubt forms, in flickering candles light.. Were the past or future stills in Wait... For the turning pages.. Not wrote.. As the elderly fade in sunsets rest.. The youth of dawn, fumble in the Rewrite... Where mistakes.. A learning .. Not erased .. The rain..follows with the Sunrise.. A New day... In flickering light... (c)Janice Fisher 02-29-2024 Photo credit to original owner Blog administrator ---Affaq Naibe 

MY LIFE  my life is clairvoyant  I predict myself, you and me  it settled on my shoulders  and appears happy  it is a carrier of feelings  life bubbles, immersed in the foam of desires  it rolls somewhere and rolls over like the sea  he has too little courage to be born  once again in a better world  it flies up and fades away maudlin  A gust of wind comes in and erases the traces  scatters photos from the album of memories  what remains of them is an unsatisfied hunger  the trace will be the name and surname  carved on the stone love  I look into distant space  I leave a trace in my memory   Author: Barbara Gramza"Sarna" 22/02/2024 Poland --–Review by poet 🌹 Affaq Naibe 

Julia Fille In freezing rain you are shivering like a flower; Your pleasing shade is worth the rising moon. In case of marriage,wealth, moral character,  Beauty, and the faith matters more  Then the color, distance, caste and age. Follow not those obscure schools of thought;  They could lead your pure-being into a trouble. Learn the facts of logic, yet you are uncrowned. Take your wit to work; death gives not the clink. Hear not the rumors; this world is like a fairground Of brutality, disharmony and unpleasantness. And other things like male and female violence. Many corruptive evils like these will get you drown. Man has breached the red lines; thus all seems To be in the ruins, he weakened all the Lord  Has blessed, a wicked angel tamed him  Consequently, he believes in illusions. ©Copy rights with  ----Affaq Naibe 

Lyra visited me Late June evening I took a notepad and pen, She threw the scarf over her shoulders. I quickly went out into the yard, She sat down at the table in the gazebo. Under the light of the magical moon Hastily got down to business. Someone is dictating to me from above My future life picture I hasten to write it down very quickly, So as not to forget half. The plot of my future life They open it playfully. But I know I will for sure Live happily in the future! *** Captivated by intoxicating aromas Under the nightingale trills My life picture I paint without watercolors. Lyra visited me. I prepared a meeting for her... And I don't want to sleep at all Late June evening.   Zoіa Mishchuk June 2017 ------------------------ Меня посетила Лира  В поздний июньский вечер  Взяла я блокнот и ручку,  Накинула шарф на плечи. *** Я быстро во двор вышла, За столик в беседке присела. Под светом Луны волшебной Поспешно взялась за дело. *** Мне кто-то диктует ...

From the ashes of             my failures,         I will rise..         With  my fervor            inflamed,            strong faith,             and enthusiasm,         I will reach my goal            with   fires   of                justified                 accomplishment Written by:  Nancy Fruelda Gonzales  

How swiftly the time pass away, we have no regrets, A fine piece from the time of our youth went away. Life was like a precious piece of necklace  Send to us, which missed away, we have no regrets.  The manhood came with some more worries; Together with enough responsibilities.  Yet, we have a quest to sail over the warmer seas, Time, let the rest be green, thus please lead us. The bosom has gone through the various ills. But duty is duty, we have to carry it with heavy muscles, And when it's a matter of faith, there is no excuse---- ©Affaq Naibe

Zoja Mishtuk Congratulations ! Thank you,  dear poet Mr. Affaq, for the invitation to the conversation. About myself, I was born and live in Ukraine, in the Dnipropetrovsk region. I am a trade accountant by profession. I am a private entrepreneur, I have a small grocery store. She started writing poems back in her school years, but it was probably destined to happen - there was a break of 40 long years. In 2015, a happy event happened in the family - the long-awaited granddaughter was born. Taking her in my arms for the first time, joyful emotions overflowed, and words were already rhyming in my thoughts. Since then, inspiration has not left me. ------ God bless 🌹

YOU WILL BLOOM MORE, MY UKRAINE! You will bloom again, my Ukraine! More stars are shining above you, your language is still the world, will smile another moon to the sea. The sun will rise above you! The storks will return from the swarm, knocking on the window son: "I'm back, mom, from afar" You'll wipe the salty tears, you will put on a festive embroidery, blossoming with flowers braids. Victory will be found on the porch! Again fit in the lush flower of Kalina. Singing the bell the song of the nightingale You will be free to live, Ukraine! Your works will be famous! Zoja 16.10.2024 Zoe Mishchuk Pictures from the net  Composed by Poet Affaq🌹 

Soil is the winds beneath my wings   🏡 ♾️  ☯️  ✌️  🌎  ❤️  🎨   🫂 🤗 🌳  Fear creates the biggest impact  even if I did no wrong  I become guilty with fear In thier eyes I saw no heart thankful song What good men don't do Postive and negative thinking to solve more To see thier evil side For the evil they see is the mirror they ignore Separation from soil nature is city life Cities built to ptotect from wild life No walls keep out imbalanced gut soil No real food no soil of might no just right Giving love is  based on being thankful always great Loose the feeling of thankful  love becomes controling or even hate  Broken cities  Tend thier soil  Unbreak the mind Harmony of souls Never seen always felt  close your eyes Heartfelt  Kindness of wild Grows the soul To feel the heartbeat To find home is soil It's not working hard It's  not a work out of training It's the biology of...