Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

One-way ticket to the pasture’s glow, Let’s wander now, the night is ripe for dreams. Thru memories where vibrant moments flow, Muses sing softly, lost in moonlit beams. Recall the days when bonds were forged in light, Thru storms we stood, our loyalty a shield. With lullabies that soothe the silent night, Your gentle song, a promise never healed. How hard you strive, yet joy is destiny; Each deed you carve will shape your legacy. Shun all dark musings, let hope take flight, In beauty’s arms, we find what’s pure and free. So seize this chance, and let your spirit soar— This one-way ticket opens every new-door. ©Affaq Nabilone

Sometimes you wear a smile on your cheek, Like the marigolds that shine in early morn, But other times, your brow is sorrow’s peak, No-good, a caged bird weeping, feeling all forlorn. At times you toil like winds that clouds do steer, Gathering fruitful labor from the high-sky, And often you tire, like clouds that disappear, In slumber 'mid the heavens, drifting by. I praise you still, and no blame to you, dearest, For all these traits are part of nature’s way. To alter or not, in most of cases, is inherent, As you know, shaping fate is not an easy play. Unless it bears a blessing from above, Ordained before our birth, by heaven’s love. ----Affaq 

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