Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

When earthly rewards, like the rivers, overflow, And worldly wisdom does the mind engage, The parent's pride, a vibrant, eager show, To fill young minds on life's material stage. This earthly insight, shimmery, sharp and bright Does lift us high, to touch the distant star, Or plumb the ocean's dark and secret light, Not man can fault this quest, however far. Well yet, by its side, a nobler path does lie, The spiritual empire, often scorned, unseen, By which the soul to infinite heights may fly, And master stars, and empires of joy convene. Oh well, though doors of endless grace await, We bow to dust, and serve a whimsical state. ------ Poet Affaq #ForeverSonnets #MysticalPoetry

The yellow mustard, clad in a gilded hue, From every clime, feathered singers fly, Do moan with joy, spring's bonnie birth renew, As gentle winds on stream-sides softly sigh. With ruddy fruits, the burdened branches bend, My heart beats briefly, new-born blossoms gleam, Through these fair scenes, naked beauties blend, I do yearn for you, as waking from a dream. O, will you come this day, ere life does flee? My soul ascends, now trembling on my lip, For what avail, shouldst you then come to see These flowery groves, when death my spirit strip? Your phantom faint, in gilded fields I mark, Oh, come with favor, and kindle my fading spark. ---- Poet Affaq #MustardBloom #Foreversonnets 

In midnight's tranquil, a wondrous view did bloom, My mother's shade from realms of blessed delight, Within the cypress umbrage, dispelling gloom, Did call my name and eased her spirit's plight. "Have you now returned where olive branches sway, To view the fruits your toil did bring to bear? And where do grievous toils your strength waylay? Do you seek home when shadows fill the air?" "For you I fear below celestial watchful gaze; May God's own hand your earthly way defend. Do hawks still hunt beneath the starry maze? How can fair women such dire warnings fend?" My tears for you shall fade with earthly cost, Be that blessed vision forever be my boast. ©Poet Affaq  #FoeverSonnets 

Within the verdant pastures of my glance, Your loveliness did ever tenderly gleam. Beyond all earthly measures, it enhance, As the freshest bloom exhales its fragrant dream. What profits were the vast and watery way, Across the seven seas my lonely course to steer. If your dear form be distant, far away? Your presence dispels all doubt and fear. A joy upon joy your sweet arrival brings, A sudden shower of hope before me springs. And in that breath, a world of yearning sings, When our two hearts in close communion lie. What mortal wit conceive not, we shall spy? And like twin flowers, no sorrow shall draw nigh. ©Affaq

Heavenly words, a shadowed doom foretold, The earthly bonds, like brittle glass, shall break. Daughters, with scorn, their mothers' age enfold, And servile tasks their weary spirits will take. Competition's sting, a venomous, sharp dart, Shall pierce the heart therein gentle graces lay. Luck's fickle smile, a hollow, barren art, While reverence and honor shall fade away. The nation's wealth, by grasping hands defiled, A plundered prize for those in power's sway. Greed's hungry maw, whereupon truth is exiled, And envy does steal the glare and light of day. Oh, these fashions reign, a swift and bitter tide, And thus, the world's swift ending does abide. ©Poet Affaq  #Poeyry #PoetAffaq #Sonbets #ForeverSonnets #MysticalPoetry 

Trust we held, like fragile glass, is shattered, Your stewardship, just a vestige of its might, From your house oversight is scattered, No longer shines with truth's celestial light. Your arbiters bend, to your designs they lean, And their self-rule, as like a phantom, flown, Damn, justice is yearned, but only power is seen, The humble plea unheard, the minority's groan. Your censors clamp, on tongue and pen they fall, A tragic theft of freedom's precious breath, Our very thoughts, imprisoned in your thrall, Our days made heavy, burdened unto death. To distant lands, you do your falsehoods weave, Your dark intrigues, the world can't quite perceive. Poet Affaq #Sonnets #ForeverSonnets  #PoetAffaq #PoetryBlog 

A dream of candles, gold against the night, And breezes did whisper tales of river's flow, When lavender bloomed in May's fluffy, gentle light, A rustic rhythm, sweet and downy  and low. The drummers' beat, a distant, muffled sound, And birds did fly, though whither, none could say, While the hills did echo with a magic bound, And strange beasts howled, then faded far away. No harbour's rush, nor rain's insistent plea, But visions held, a passing, phantom show, Of lands unseen, and wonders still  to be, That moments danced, then softly did let go. And as the moon, a silent watcher, rose, The dream did break, and mellow slumber close. ©Poet Affaq  #Sonnets #ForeverSonnets #PoetAffaq