Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

Hillsdale where dreams once brightly lay, The floods did rush and nature’s rage unfurl. Remorseful, a beastly tide swept all in its fray, Then drowned the streets, fields, mortal’s pearl. For two long days, the rains did fiercely pour, Crushed the crops ere harvest could be reaped. The people's cries did pierce the heavens’ core, As dreams dissolved in tears, the valleys weeped. One murmured to his mate, "Our sins thus wrought," Next sighed, "we’ve plundered nature's store." And in concord, I did find this bitter thought, When we abuse, she strikes us to the core. And lo, when her wrath upon us she bestows, ‘Tis we who do bear the burden of our woes. ---Affaq Nabilone 

Bang, bang, bang, you are so hungry— Beneath a shady tree, where tender buds Drink the showers of light, no mercy Through the ripened fields so thirsty. You chase ruined dreams of the poor peasant, Hitting the streets where small merchants Sell their second hands, before the crescent Climbs. you've dropped where resurgence Is done, where wounds are healed, And infants know not your hits and thrall. Bang, bang, over the holy shrine, you’ re pleased To decimate where divine light does befall. Bang, bang, your care not who walks the road, Blind men and cattle all shall share your load. ©Affaq Nabilone 

Bang, bang, bang, you are so hungry— Beneath a shady tree, where tender buds Drink the showers of light, no mercy Through the ripened fields so thirsty. You chase ruined dreams of the poor peasant, Hitting the streets where small merchants Sell their second hands, before the crescent Climbs. you've dropped where resurgence Is done, where wounds are healed, And infants know not your hits and thrall. Bang, bang, over the holy shrine, you’ re pleased To decimate where divine light does befall. Bang, bang, your care not who walks the road, Blind men and cattle all shall share your load. ----Affaq Nabilone 

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