Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

Some folks say, "The night is peace's goddess." And seizes all the charms of the dusky eve,  Whatever lies in the dales, deserts, and waters is God-sent. And He, "lord of the universe, is begotten by none." Well, if the night is peace, why is it not for harlots?  Or for the night thieves and for the wolves,  Owls, bats, and hyenas, they move in darkness. And thereupon giving a moment's silence to all of us For inner peace, ah, what the heaven brings, Is sheer truth, behind God's every creation there is  Specific mystery, so awe, out of tiny things  Sweet bells jingle if you show me integrity. Then, naturally, I am able to give you the kiss of peace. ----Affaq

In the middle of the night, I said, "To the twinkling stars," Did you see my Amor?  The reply came in non  And then I beg to the moony beams Did you saw my Amor?  Again the reply came in Non And then I said to the morning breeze Did you saw my Amor?  Again the reply came in Non At length, I request to my own bosom The reply came in 'Yes' Its somewhere around closer to You, just feel. -----Sonnets

Run, run, run Where the water runs Summer rains came After the long wait           Run, run, run  Aah, glee entered. into grain fields. Don't look behind It's my mother. She rushes with my  forgothen lunch          Run, run, run  Where the water runs  Don't look behind It's our duck. With her duckings.        Run, run, run Don't look behind  It's someone  may be a drunken fell on the road  a hundred tonne      Run, run, run ©Poet Affaq 

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Delight has taken the flight down from fountain sight. Aye! a brave falcon is sailing in an azure delight,  Along with his youthful son in flattering light,  When shall the glory return? I wait with aspiring eyes. You have foresight of the highs, and knowing  As how new stars emerge from the hoary skies,  The rainbow appeared with marvel in the sky's fair,  And the sanobar is shedding an aromatic tear. O! falcon, convey to the Lord seated on a high chair  Our salutation, our plea, our dumb luck, and then  Return hurriedly while singing through the altar,  Bring with you a healthy rain shower without hitting one. You are a king of sphares of the setting sun. And knowing the ailing condition of the earth getting sucked. Written by  Poet Affaq