Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

KEYBOARD WOES Kissing, more intimate than a wedded pair Ever clashing making a sure-fire flare Yelling you are, the statement declares But no I say, it is the torrid affair Of the pinkie and the caps-lock square Always engaging in lip-locking fare Rushing to hug and wed causing glares Darn keys are nestled together as groupware When this happens we mean no harm Only the tightness of keys dispel the calm Even on keys is the reason for a cuddling bomb/balm So to those I offend, I learned on a typeface sans rom ~PLS/PCS~8.4.2021

On way to Goristan https://youtu.be/m0hdD1U8-tM On way to Goristan After long days, we reach to you in the rosy dawn  Still the morning star is in his twlight mission And In these dense lights; we took a stroll Believe this bosom is burning with a passion  How do you do in this hush hush cavern?  Lo, about you, that unfair event still slays us Some lofty dreams appear in procession, Then they begun shortly to scatter away  Sweet breeze roaming in meadows of heaven  My grief lies hither; a decade has gone away  We're devoted to that pledge we gave, Though some doubts came up along the way Tonight come in moony beam to our dream we crave With just a glance I may feel morefirm and brave. © Poet Affaq 

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