Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

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...