Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

And once on my arm, a little rosette lay, Leading me from my home when alone, Rosette, a kind light, kept all harm at bay, And told me where to roam under the moon. In Eden’s robe, her eyes could weather see, Forecasting the fear of spiders near and far, For me, whoever she was, but a feathery A marvel, with shining eyes like an evening star. She showed a soldier's bar, in her pink jersey, They marched to the sea from Eden's gate. She spoke in my ear, they’re not earthly Fairies of envy, but as flowers.  like a mate  Dearie Rosette, knew my strife and aspires, When in a mystic mood, she sings in twilight's fires. ©Affaq Naibelone

On one side, you stand at peaks of modern might, Where artifice and thought in robots blend, In every field of life, their hands take flight, Fast nets and webs our lives they swiftly mend. Yet olden laws, like ancient chains, still bind, A hurdle in this path where the futures lie. These laws, so rigid, halt the march of mind, They need be changed, or else this age shall die. Let your institutions flex, adapt, and grow, For a balance in this era must be found. Those jungle laws, with swiftness, must let go, For progress thrives where liberty is crowned. In this new age where man and machine merge, Our laws must change to match the coming surge. --- Poet Affaq  

"NIGHT WIZARD"  with whom I identify.  If you think you would see  another one, write it down. Barbara Gramza  Poland 🇵🇱 NIGHT WIZARD  it's dark in thousands of windows sleep doesn't come thoughts plunder the brain before he can hit the keyboard I feel the cool fingers of the night on my temples lamp lit I labor over the table carrying white sheets of paper writing perhaps his most important poem I go deep inside myself and I'm taking out a ladder which I awaken with my words and warm with my breath I'm checking if it can live its own life now  appear to the poem to the night creator show me if in your narrow eyes there is already light  whether you already have a good voice  don't shout, speak as an adult, stand up straight  stop at the edge of my poem among the front lines where thought fights against thought  busy sleepless stop I beat my heart at the dawn at the door the next day I fold the envelope with the finished poem every poe...

There will be a day... Author: Kozma Barnáné Dandé Valéria Hungary  There will be a day when you will be happy then I will be happy with you.  There will be a day when you dream and I will continue to weave your dream.  There will be days when you grieve and I will comfort your soul.  There will be days when you cry I will wipe your tears.  There will be days when everything hurts I put my hand on your shoulder.  There will be days when you are afraid then my hug calms you down. There will be a day when there is no hope but I'll give you a hand.  There will be days when you want silence then I will listen in silence. By  Kozma Barnáné Dandé Valéria Hungary  Blog administrator  Poet Affaq  

Greed spreads like wildfire, blind and fierce, Each day it gains more unyielding strength, Prices for night’s repast will only pierce, Labor day champs must not ignore, at length. Plague of greed would ravage all we hold, In politics, in trade, and stocks, it thrives. God’s supreme law alone can justice mold, Apart from that, our short-lived life deprives. For sin did lead to man's most dire descent, From Eden’s grace to endless fiery chains. In veins it runs, a horror never spent, Both day and night in restless, mocking pains. Oh Lord, behold his dark, unholy feats, Deliver us from greed that never retreats. Poet Affaq  

Love reigns o'er the wealth, and fame's domain, O'er chariots, bands, with a steadfast gaze, O'er stately homes and castles' grand array; All nothing but hollow shells if love's in vain. No learned leech can fathom love's deep pain, A tender ache its, which lips cannot portray. It's no mere whim, for swiftly love can claim The heart, and lead it where it must obey. O'er the rivers deep, where fates of lovers soar, Dearest instruct your babe in loves tender art Thus, shall he grow, with love his guiding star, And treasure most what wealth cannot confer. If there is any lengthy tale most melancholic  It's the loves tale, mesmerizing and symbolic. ©Poet Affaq  https://www.instagram.com/p/C8weDarJUHF/?igsh=MXR6OW9oZ3V2NHQ0Zw==

In April, when the bright flowers do bloom, I wandered forth to drink the fresh, cool air. Beside fair ice-stream, amidst perfume, In reverie, I found beauty dwelling there. An old friend of mine in his native costume  Did hunt the trout while it was still dewy. Young wives with baskets, to the hills they flew For to gather the wild mushies and hilly  Dandelions, their tales of love they shared; As breezes from the isles brought new joys. In the early April, past memories fond arise, Beneath the moon, on grass of silver hue. In sleep on dewy ground, I found my peace; As April's charms and memories never cease. ©Poet Affaq  https://www.instagram.com/p/C8uKNyVpaQb/?igsh=MWQ2ejdmMzJuY3Q4ag== Instragram