Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

Soil opens all doors .  Soil is like the hot pad to pull out the burning hot rack without being burned. When we tend soil she works for us so we can do our best.  We only have life, not things  Not a job Gut soil, I tend, gives me life's wings Misfit feeling I did not tend my gut soil Hating self, I ignored my gut soil Not loving my body, I starved  my gut soil Soil is my source of life she tends my soul Soil, she keeps me in the here and now  To have learned from the past Remembering pain-free My wisdom at last  She allows me to not ge burned  by perfect knowledge of God  She creates my advanced biology Soil is the source of life for everybody, that's not odd, I tend my soil I fit in I feed my soil, I understand  I connect to soil first, I love me I love me,  I can l Iove everyone Yes, I can A simple soil artist, I Am Alchemist Chef Kynthia  Relationship with Soil Caring action to make it happen  Clarity and Wisdom...

I am a bard of the spring fields. where pleasure  and beauty yields, I am a philatelist. From the merry land, to lead this "king of hobbies" To its glory, is my firm stand; I am  a wanderlust,  I don't go with people who are racial and unjust. I am an artist. I paint with the music of my heart. I am a Galah and sing my melodies to roses And daisies on the meadow, ah, above all, I am a lover, travelling on the cascades, Beorg and duns to discover my beloved... ---- Affaq

Alex, don't leave me alone, mine angelical soul, This could be a severe setback for our lonely lives. Why should I live in this sinful world order?  And how wailful would be, that ghastly night. Alex, don't leave me alone, mine angelical soul, My life's companion, this rosy life, now slowly dies, Till yesterday, this princely life was indeed all mine. Within the rotation of time, it has shone full. Recall, there is a word between you and me,  Which bound us together in those tearful times. It was yummy, funny too; you've woken me up, I do feel like a fearful child, mine cheerful light. Alex, don't leave me alone; I request you  Three or four times, there is  mist and haze  Over the main highways, you will  not see me,  Nor shall I see you in those storm tides. Alex, is not it a twist of fate, we figured out this Momentary life and its glimpses, but a little late. ----- Affaq

Ma-in- law  Along with a dying femme, pale and puny,  She treads forth early in the afternoon. Covers herself in a solemn veil. the way to go  Is the harbour of wolves and the typhoon. She gathers around little parched offshoots,  With her shivering hands on her knees To warm her balcony, while the spring pulls  She takes labour from her twin young bulls. And among the locals she makes  her day  With her folk poems, in return to  her cakes  And ale, she receives their aid and honour. Her son's wife Kate stands the next door With her two, In the bowers of rivershore,  Chewing the sweet gums and doing  The puzzles all day along with her new. ----- Affaq Naibe 

Sweet Liberty  Where do I start with? how bitter-sweet is this love story? A journey of pleasures and pitfalls that lasted forty years. An inside story of strong feelings and naughty things. This is just like an ocean's depth, one must not hurry. Where do I start with? how bitter-sweet is this love story? What's at the end of this journey, O sweet liberty?  When you are with me, there are no scares or worries. As like the divinity, it's also a responsibility. Where do I start with? how bitter-sweet is this love story? The time mocks me; come, liberty, and abide with me. Listen to my heartbreaking inside story; you must hurry. What is this tumult in my nature that provokes me? Hurriya, you  must study it with fair certainty, Where do I start with, how bitter- sweet is this love story. ---- Affaq Naibe 

Neither I have a complaint with you nor a petition. Be in peace; this is my prayer, quite worrisome Are these love's ways, let's walk; I  already come. In your company, indeed I had seen some Illume, and somewhere heavy gloom,  Here, the fortunes of candles are decaying. And there they are burning in the front room. Greetings to your heart's world. I'm praying  Ooh, don't be panic; it was out of our reach,  Neither I have a complaint with you nor a petition O' warm sun, our dream, our fortune faint away Without more fun, Is it here's tradition? ---- Poet Affaq .

Ah, green valley in the lap of the great Himalayas,  Here the bird sings the salvation song night and day. Here, camellia and crocus takes happy breaths in minus, Amidst these mine heart repeats its enlightened days.  Here, the woodwinds play the paradisal music With razorbills, the birds of our pearly seas. How handsome is this dale for penning love elegy,  Away from any turmoil of upper or lower class, Or any sort of injustice, inequity, or jealousy. How wonder the nature sings round the clock,  My heart yearns to lie on this woven grass, Here is the complete remedy to my frenzy. These scenes of unexplored snowy peaks  Would dwell forever in my keen memory. ---- Affaq Naibe