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

        A Baby In The Night- - - ,  Sleep my cute Babe sleep:  the night is relieving still and smooth. I shall bring for you a posy,  from the olive fields of youth. Over hill tops of the marine seas,  from shades of the elm trees. I shall bring for you the merry dreams,  girlish lovely, comely like the moony beams. Sleep! my silver baby, your star gleams like a blossom on stem,  Like a pigeon, in his nest. like a quail, in her cactus beach.  I will bring for you the plums tomorrow,  luscious sweet, and some for your brother. Cover up your laughing eyes,  It's the summers weather,  Moon is shimmery, looks like newly wed,  May! sweet smiles of night soar over your head. The lovely night pass away and blue fox,  also fell to asleep beneath the brook.   Like the jasmine, in her banquet,  like the blue moth in lavenders twig. Only poor Stars!  are yet labouring over night,  Into...

A song bird, the resident of honey suckle bush,  One day the coldish weather shook her motionless, Underside the tallest hill of the hindu kush, The dusky evening drew to her a despair And the toilsome night sneak off in her eye. She under went the moments like a solitaire Within her tight skirts she was fallen,  With her silver head down towards the bush, And waste out all her golden pollen, By the morning, when a poughman passed by the bush. He found, a cry in her dim and dull eye. The gentleman pointed her way  to his sleeve by a push. Afterward the warmth, the bird felt like a parental  Love by one eye. and hung on him like a pet cat. On the next day when Ploughman, Went out to plough his barley field. The warm bird stayed on his shoulder, He was a solitary man and did bore none, Chanting, spring songs all the day,  the charlie! learned: And he groomed and loved her the year long. The plougman's nickname was painter Jan,  And this way, all his sorrows f...

I feel a crying chill, I can't work my will, Oh! angry rain drops let me cross the Maggie bridge. Let the lily river hide the moving ridge, Till I reach my dream villa. I do see an angry gale, flying over a frenzy dale, through rosewood into winter's pale. I see a ghost of clouds, not any cheering crowds I see a foreign quail, robbed on road, and crying a loud-- I am a wet fairy, walking hurry hurry, I feel a fever in my liver. green river go with glory, The wild wind made me tremble and shiver, Is it rain or the firestorm? I do naught see a lorry, Mercy, I have my umbrella, and I escape rubella. I sing my way mine own sad story, My days which were best dull and hoary hoary, Fate,  you've got my maiden heart in some unfamiliar territory. © Affaq Naibe

You are fairest in your affairs and this song refers  When first time; you came up to my sight,  You had long hairs shining like the coral heads. Which excites the eyes and are high priced. You are fairest in your affairs and this song refers.... You've faught a long battle against the injustice. In context to liberate your people from the slavery,  And have upheld some of your rustic values, A single lady carried life's mission with bravery. You are fairest in your affairs and this song refers.... A fair shape, fancy wear and  the hair gray,  Selling the flowers on her little barco  Into the shadows of hidden sorrow. O fair Maid!  You are fairest in your affairs and this song refers.... Nobody pass away empity hands by your street,  From strangers we heard your beautiful treat, Aye!  you've costumed your cottage clean and neat,  That guard's it's walls into the oak trees, You are fairest in your affairs and this song refers....

Strange is this story where it begin with,  And where it broke up, could someone,  Recount to me about these heavens ?  Could someone recite to me about this gala- ?  Could someone reveal to me about this Festival of hankering on the heaven- ?  Even I don't learn, even he feels not certain,  I saw a smoke that blow up from a candle,  And then a shortened delight shooke up,  This dream that I'm seeing since I clung to the dream. Rejoice with you emerge to someone's ardent,  Being so close you went away so far and,  Bewitched someone's love,  Though you might set a new universe,  Behold, whenever this melanchlic night  will take a rebound,  And you will summon me up in your mind,  And would kindle a candle of loving... ©Affaq Naibe  .