Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

Alice, convert your sweet cottage like a shrine, Every day begins with the song of the purple martin. And an early guest to you is like the sunshine  The musk roses grow only in fertile gardens. Meet the guest at your door with a laughing, Of course you have a right to raise a good question, In feast or famine or in the blessed month of fasting  Service to humanity has its reward in the resurrection. A glass of raspberry juice that you offer to one  By your sweet hands in the days of your unmarried youth  It's as like a merry tune in the beach sands On the floor of earth there are few days of amuse  And entertain, and then only doom and gloom  I am glad and wish see the prime of the moon  ® All rights reserved with poet  ---Affaq

When the strain goes away, and that time will come again,  I shall see you, It's my pledge, so bless me fine.  When love flows like a fountain with its hum hum,  I shall see you, let there be thunder, rain, or a storm.  Nothing will harass you, if the heart is lovesome. When passion is moving, at bottom of the bosom,  Salt, like a thing, doesn't beset a standing sea. Nor would the ship sailing on its waters cause disruption. The time is always eternal for those who truly love  And remember, it's very long for those who mourn  Would any one have a complaint with time, absolutely none  And in your sleep of negligence, it again warns  When the strain goes away, that time will come again  If your senses are active and your mind is awake, Rights with Poet  ----A F F A Q 

How quickly the time passed; I have no regrets  A fine piece from the time of my youth went away. I have no regrets. Nor i have  any heroic quests Neither I nor they would like to define them today. My youthful days vanish away with no redness, The manhood arrived with some more worries. There was once a desire to sail to some warmer seas, Time, let the rest be green, for the worthy deeds The bosom friend too has gone through serious ills. And here I m lined with some mystic things. It's a duty I have to carry out my day with weary muscles, In relationships and responsibilities, there is no excuse. This small island is also prey to serious bugs  Time has tied us up, and there is no way to join an aerobics class. ---Poet Affaq

Alice & Adin  There was a man herding milk goats in the pasture. And he was a handsome herder and a good flutter. Singing all day like an Asian  quail in blue  Amber, one day he found a lucky number in the summer Remember, his name was Adin; while he was sleeping, In crimson ceiba tree, a pink maiden came and  Sit around him and then disrupted his twilight sleep,  With a pine leaf, her face was as like a pink rose;  And the man like him; she had never found,  Hastily, she veiled him under her pink robe The fairy said" Adin, right now let's ride on white  Horse towards my villa of mysteries and you Will find there emerald and ruby stuff everywhere Until you hold my gentle hand it's buried there  For a fairest married pair and that's us  my dearest !  Adin! was stunned when he saw a picture palace,  With the perisian carpets on its  carpets on its First floor then in central hall, he saw the expensive  Paintings of ...

Every beast or bird that the Lord brings has a reason. like a calm, pretty deer with groomed bones. is always known for its great sense of smell. or cuckoo, who lives in the backyard of Ruth Jones. sings quite early and then leaves with a tremendous yell. A flower bee that fills comb after comb just for you or the green lacewing, which flies in the calm night. A glow worm that holds yellow-green lamps under its tail Harm not the bush quail; she lays the painted eggs. and looks back at them with the painful tears, or the  Beetle with its shuttered wings praise to lord  Who teaches us all these pleasant things? Alongside his free grace is a pensive smile. ©Poet Affaq 

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