Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

While the Teufel comes to enchant you, dear boy Go straight to your book shelf; there lies a sheer joy. Or near a willow sit along hear the clear voice,  From the Isle of youth, moreover  share the sweet joy. Dear, sit near a swan river-daisy in "Mystic Bond." Furthermore write down your Christmas card. Nature teaches you invisibly it also corrosponds  My dear heart, don't disjoint your spirit from virtue, If everything goes away from you,  Let it go, let it go  But hold up the truth in your summer of youth. Sometimes in life's flow, you need to untie, The wires of your guitar so all  may love you, My dear, the Teufel who tries on, to enchant  You would become mute, obey, and I luv you........ © Poet Affaq

How wondrous was my brief life's early stage? Like smiles of buds in the backyard of petals. How majestic was that eye pair of my mother's? Like twin stars, shimmering ever in slow rhythm. How delightful was that lullaby night like Stella Sleeping in the lap of the moon at the twilight dawn  Since the spring time in the shuffle, the brain  Roves unaware into some oblivious vale, and  Sorrow swallows the soul, but seldom the long  Makes a plea to the soul, waste  not in the dawn  And at dusk, "my heartbroken friend,  walk and walk  Further with steadfastness for your pilgrims. Journey, so you may hail to another vale of ecstasy Although it's far off but a more better" ----Affaq 

Every man and woman has a little angel on their  Soft shoulders. still, most men and women Are quite unaware of such an adorable angel. A little angel seated on your shoulder is like a custodian. Who records your every routine act, right or wrong And conveys his study to the Lord of the universe,  This mystery is between Him and his peers so be careful And try to be generous; this verse is not from the  Greek mysteries or books of myth, but clearly  Listed in the end time book of whose text relieves misery, Dear Charlie! you' re richly gifted, but what one  Can do if you have an incorrect belief or have your Sense of feeling the heavenly things cleanly shifted. Begin a new, and respect between occult and profession of faith. ----Affaq