Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

I just want the extream's of your love- - For, you have set in beats of my bosom- - Your single manifestation turned- - Me like a rock- dove; so tame I'am coming- - To your backyard again and again- - Each glance of your face is cute and awesome- - Not less than the summers rain shower- - My spirit was fatiuged, you've brought,  In it a new bloosom- - Mine humming bee- - Just see, I am your wild flower- - So! stick on me- - ©Poet Affaq I just want extream s of your love

The early spring reach out into sick fields, Long nights of awe and shiver are gone,  Sunshine rivived the life upon rough hills, Rabin start to sing his melody  before the dawn  Soft breeze tread out to clean the atmospheres  With her wings and restored the peace in, Lord ! your gorgeous planet expreses fears  And you've a better wisdom of all the hidden things. Kind lass,  get up and then free your spirit  Out of the locks and ropes of the satanic kings Nothing harm' ll befall to you if you would visit, Your savor for just a minute, it's a spiritual Treat that resides into every loving heart, Lord presides o'er the direction of the winds  Sailing gently as per routine by the valley  So cute' re these scenes like an expensive art. Pretty lass! don't give up your hope but make a fresh start, Sell not your faith; for a cup of red-hot wine,  Sit down, and quench your thirst with beams Of the sun, spring has hailed up, prepare and redesign ...

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...