Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

How swiftly the time pass away, we have no regrets, A fine piece from the time of our youth went away. Life was like a precious piece of necklace  Send to us, which missed away, we have no regrets.  The manhood came with some more worries; Together with enough responsibilities.  Yet, we have a quest to sail over the warmer seas, Time, let the rest be green, thus please lead us. The bosom has gone through the various ills. But duty is duty, we have to carry it with heavy muscles, And when it's a matter of faith, there is no excuse---- ©Affaq Naibe

Zoja Mishtuk Congratulations ! Thank you,  dear poet Mr. Affaq, for the invitation to the conversation. About myself, I was born and live in Ukraine, in the Dnipropetrovsk region. I am a trade accountant by profession. I am a private entrepreneur, I have a small grocery store. She started writing poems back in her school years, but it was probably destined to happen - there was a break of 40 long years. In 2015, a happy event happened in the family - the long-awaited granddaughter was born. Taking her in my arms for the first time, joyful emotions overflowed, and words were already rhyming in my thoughts. Since then, inspiration has not left me. ------ God bless 🌹

YOU WILL BLOOM MORE, MY UKRAINE! You will bloom again, my Ukraine! More stars are shining above you, your language is still the world, will smile another moon to the sea. The sun will rise above you! The storks will return from the swarm, knocking on the window son: "I'm back, mom, from afar" You'll wipe the salty tears, you will put on a festive embroidery, blossoming with flowers braids. Victory will be found on the porch! Again fit in the lush flower of Kalina. Singing the bell the song of the nightingale You will be free to live, Ukraine! Your works will be famous! Zoja 16.10.2024 Zoe Mishchuk Pictures from the net  Composed by Poet Affaq🌹 

Soil is the winds beneath my wings   🏡 ♾️  ☯️  ✌️  🌎  ❤️  🎨   🫂 🤗 🌳  Fear creates the biggest impact  even if I did no wrong  I become guilty with fear In thier eyes I saw no heart thankful song What good men don't do Postive and negative thinking to solve more To see thier evil side For the evil they see is the mirror they ignore Separation from soil nature is city life Cities built to ptotect from wild life No walls keep out imbalanced gut soil No real food no soil of might no just right Giving love is  based on being thankful always great Loose the feeling of thankful  love becomes controling or even hate  Broken cities  Tend thier soil  Unbreak the mind Harmony of souls Never seen always felt  close your eyes Heartfelt  Kindness of wild Grows the soul To feel the heartbeat To find home is soil It's not working hard It's  not a work out of training It's the biology of...

Strange is this passion's story; how did it begin?  And where it broke up, and so could someone Narrate to me about these all-colourful Chandeliers, could someone reveal to me  This gala affair? could someone someone  Speak up to me, something about this festival Of hankering, even I don't know and even  You don't know; I saw a cloud of  smoke blowing From a candle, then a shortened delight shook Up, this dream that I'm seeing since I clung  To the dreams, remain a dream. rejoice as  You emerge in someone's ardor,  being so close  To me; you have gone too far, and bewitched Someone's love, though you would set up  A new pleasure’s universe, mine cheers  To you, but whenever this melancholic  Night will take a rebound, you may summon  Me in your fancy, then those  forgotten days  Might again ignite, and you know, the passion plays. ©Affaq Naibe . .

And I have to rise after a long slumber,  On that day, from an airtight resting place. “It will be a day of tremendous leaps" May I get time to wipe mine drenched face?  The unicorns must be following the drummer. My verdict might come in scourge or restful sleep; With this trepidation hovering over head, I collapse. The paths are narrowed, but I have to pass By a razor-thin bridge, between care and curb. I do hear in my ear a sonic, even my journey Was a severe ascetic; only an error affair  Occurred in love’s celebration, quite early. On that encompassing day, who would  Like to hearken to my unease? laying under  My tender lips, dear my lord,  we’ve weakened  Our ties toward you, tenderest, like you, none is  So majestic, dynamic in and out , severe-mild. Clear eyed, Eden's delight, upon you I’ve sheer pride. © Affaq Naibe 

The steps of mine, the glimpse of mine, they lay In your way, wherever you live, dwell well. You may celebrate the spring's sunshine,  I do see your star in the skies elsewhere. Lurking like you are somewhere In me, It's like pollen in a flower, through  your breath is  My reverence, what lies except your eyes? In this universe, apart from you no one is here To stand firm with me, I hear your  moans  And it shines from a thousand miles, When you lay with laments when you lay With smiles, out of time, out of place---- The steps of mine the glimpse of mine, they lay In your way, wherever you live, dwell well. By: Affaq Naibe