Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

My muse, your beauty shines like summer's rose, No painted mask, but truth upon your face. Your golden curls, like sunbeams or like those, A halo round your shoulders, lady of mixed race. You are a Helen, though of different creed, She was public beauty, known to every eye, Not a pagan queen, but whose heart can bleed For those who suffer, and whose spirit's high. She ruled a kingdom, sky-high and wide; No artful paints adorn your cheek so fair; You toil with honest hands, with naught to hide, In every way, you are lovelier than Helen, I declare. My love for you ignites with purer flame, Than any passion the world could claim. ----- Affaq

When sky do weep, each tear a separate woe, How shall my heart from dearest friend be torn? The winds lament, in sighs that sadly blow; How snatch my hand from warmth it hath worn? Lo, the heaven grieves, and fiery bolts do fall From winged steeds, breathing smoke and dread; How may I then from those who love me call My spirit forth, where true-born faith is bred? And the feathered chorister on broken spray Wails alone; how leave my friend in dust? The bloom, forlorn, her perfume stolen away By fumes she made for joy, now foul, unjust. When tender infants in ruin parch and pine, How can I drink sweet sips and call them mine? ------ Affaq  🌹

What words can serve, when clear to your eye, That this poor world in sin's dim pall abides? No soul attends the plaintive, whispered cry, But gazes where consuming suffering presides. The system's fetters, by brute force upheld, Goodness finds scarcely a sanctuary's grace; The humble heart, to nobler fate compelled, Is scorned, condemned to silence's icy embrace. They quench pure visions, with their fires arcane, And shatter hope, to expedite their gain. Why further speak? My friend, you know this bitter bane: The truth-tellers, enchained, bereft of light's domain. Their sole transgression: they embrace what's just, While freedom's guerdon masks its obscured trace -----Affaq

What worth is your palace with tall stone wall Rainbow beams bath in your swimming pool,  Four guards watch the palace that never fall  And the slave girls dance and sing to keep  Your life enchanting, and the wild birds  Are raised there to make your heart joyous  And cars take you to long-trips every weekend  And doctors reach at home to see your pulse  Speed, and slave maids wash your legs with  Warm water of herbs, and hard to find things  Are always at your feet, and french  Hairdressers do make your pretty dress, and  Persian carpets are laid where you lay asleep  But You confirm to me, despite these you  That you Have no peace at heart and joy in eyes  What value holds your palace, stone-clad, high, Where, spectrum dances within your crystal pool? While, sentinels ensure no fall draws nigh, And young girls sway, your daily life to rule; Cherished birds fill your chambers with their song, And swift cars whisk yo...