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Beauty

The twinkling of stars,
The birth of a day,
The humming of insects,
The flowers of May.

The fragrance of the rose,
The freshness of dew,
The innocence of mankind,
The pleasures of few.

The passions of Venus,
The power of strife,
The extent of dreams,
The wonders of life.

The strive for subsistence,
The flight of the deer,
The courage of the lion,
The meaning of fear.

The words of a prophet,
The chimes of a bell,
The  beliefs of humans,
The messages of hell.

The rich and the poor,
The basics of need,
The fraud and the mockery,
The elements of greed.

These put altogether
As beauty in a verse,
Tell us no other tale
But that of our Universe.
 

By Doc Mccurdy

A mark of my Sobriety (erotic)

We  cuddled together as one,
in  an unusual circumstance, in the weirdest of position
drawing in energy,
both, intimately and ethereally,
from each other.
To sustain purity, 
and give life to soul

We tried heartily.
Orally. Imperious and dominant,
locked  deep in competition, 
to please, yet to receive,
the spiritual gift.

My energy now draining,
contemplating to let go,
the desire overcoming me,
to release, not take in
Succumb to the pleasures,
of the physical,
and deprive the soul.
I tried to struggle hard
Consolidating.
Putting on pressure.
Yet, her dampness,
and her endeavor
overcoming me.
Come the release,
and she savored her lips,
A thin wry smile.
Nonchalant and calm.
Once again,I had settled
A worldly compromise.
The pleasure; 
mine to consume,
The gain; hers to keep.

By Doc Mccurdy

Solace

I look towards her and she starts to cry.
Tears run down her cheeks and vanish.
She turns to me for solace, I can offer her none,
I say, pray to the Lord, and have patience.

I know now she has her doubts, but she waits.
She has been taught to believe, she has patience.
For she sees no way other, so she prays silently,
She hopes for miracles, but there are none.

I realize she is susceptible, so unsure of herself.
Should I take advantage, I now ponder.
I could shatter her beliefs, show her the truth,
My truth. The way I look at life. My way.

I am not what it may seem, just a realist.
I see life as life should be, not as is.
For I feel truth has been distorted, to suit people,
And I have found it, discovered the right path.

But then who am I, to bring about this irreverence?
I am just a mere being amongst hundreds,
Why should I be the one chosen to lead,
To disclose to people when they prefer blindness.

So I turn away from her, and she stares on.
She feels I too have left her in her time of need,
She is left speechless, only her eyes speak,
Alone and lonely, the way of this world.

I feel I have let her down very badly.
But I did what I thought best, I am no prophet.
If I was to create this world it would be unlike,
But then there'd be no world, and where would I be?

By Ayadh Farooq

The Beauty Of It All

The twinkling of stars,
The birth of a day,
The humming of insects,
The flowers of May.

The fragrance of the rose,
The freshness of dew,
The innocence of mankind,
The pleasures of few.

The passions of Venus,
The power of strife,
The extent of dreams,
The wonders of life.

The strive for subsistence,
The flight of the deer,
The courage of a lion,
The meaning of fear.

The words of a prophet,
The chimes of a bell,
The beliefs of humans,
The messages of hell.

The rich and the poor,   
The basics of need,
The fraud and the mockery,
The elements of greed.

These put altogether
As beauty in a verse,
Tell us no other tale
But that of our Universe.

By Ayadh Farooq

The Agony, The Ecstasy

Her sparkling blue eyes, like a vast ocean,
Is inviting me to its utmost depth,
To a new destiny...but...without any experience
Then I am just a poor sailor...drifting aimlessly.

Now I am sinking...I am drowning deep...
into the whirlpool of those enchanting eyes..
So aid me..redeem me from this ordeal...
But, alas, for surely, now there is no retreat

By Ayadh Farooq

Let Me Pass Away In Peace

I can feel the presence all around,
Of people alert, while I
continue to wither in this dream world,
playing no longer the part I should.

I hear the laughter in some voices,
yet feel the tears in others,
But they are all of this living world,
while I waste away in time and tide.

The dream is endless, yet it continues,
and I breathe, as I carry on,
when it is quiet, then I know it's night,
for return the hustle, another day is born.

I am not jealous, not feel the hatred
to be in such a state, as I
But then, why not remove my life supports,
and let me pass away in peace.

Perhaps I have lived and loved my life,
Maybe not as lucky as some,
But no one can ever cheat destiny,
One day or another your time has come.

As now I struggle so helplessly, in this
world, not here nor there,
So why not remove my life supports,
and let me pass away in peace.

By Ayadh Farooq

Reminiscence

The sounds of waves crashing,
The misty, foamy water splashing,
In front of me, my youth, flashing,
My spirits and my nerves dashing.
The thoughts of happiness streaking,
The cries of innocence shrieking,
The weary, age worn limbs creaking,
My wants and my needs, freaking,

The sights of little children playing,
The Ministers and Disciple praying,
The guilty, for his sins, paying,
My visions of being no more, fraying.

The feelings of solitude forsaking,
My feet, on the burning sand, aching, 
My fancies and my beliefs, shaking,
My will and determination, raking.

The taste of salty brine, retaining,
My concepts and reflections straining,
Reminiscence of yesterdays remaining,
Reminiscence of yesterdays remaining.

By Ayadh Farooq

Rage

Bottled up inside,
the shadows of death deep within,
all at once; to break out;
Knowing no limitations, no boundaries.

Life: formidable experiences,
seen through weary eyes;
castigated and chastised,
left reflecting and contemplating.
Now dormant; a rude awakening;
Knowing no limitations, no boundaries.

Dejected; mind at unease,
tough; a man's rage,
weighing; event after event.
The explosion,
tearing apart a dream,
Knowing no perimeters, no boundaries.

By Ayadh Farooq

Night Time

Night Time 
is such a good time
for making time

for passing through
without a thought
of where you are

the pavement stripes
a blur
on time and place

and leaving
like ariving
are happenings
unrecognised.

By David Jolly

A part of me

I am living, loving, breathing you
with each day passing
I have made you a part of me
I dance under the moonlight for you
although you can not see me
I have carried us so far away
In my mind
You have been there for years
I have mounted stars
And rode them with you
Hoping you would feel me there
I have been open to you
With each day passing
I have made you a part of me

By Cyndi

Consuming You

My heart is afire with the thought of you
The look from your eyes burn a hole through me
My mind is tortured with every thought of our distance
My life has no other purpose, only you
My only wish
to be your need
To own your thoughts and steal your life
To haunt you until your heart and it's key are mine
Every moment of consciousness and every dreaming second
To fill your empty place.

By Cyndi

Circle of Sin

an innocent child, crying out for her mother
so unexpecting, so helpless and lost
a strung out mother, crying out for a fix
doing whatever it takes, no matter the cost

the child cannot help herself
the mother cares not
the child just needs love
mothers love is lost

sold to the highest bidder
who will pay the price
unfortunately in this world of selfish living
the baby pays twice

By Dan Hoppe

(This Poem remains the property of Dan Hoppe NO part shall be reproduced in any medium without the expressed written consent of Dan Hoppe. All rights reserved)

STONES

Here were stones
Of varied shapes For us to see
When we came that afternoon Long ago.
The sky was lean
The clouds were distant runners:
You with your sudden manhood
And me with passionate intensity.
The stones I picked up
Were shaped oblong,
Rectangular twisted and Sometimes sandwiched
Between two kinds of reality.
I took his hand
"Let us be true," I said
"The stones will teach us,"
"And we will love"
"And never doubt each other."
It was harder to live
Than to say
But I love him still
And he is my own,
my best And truest love.

By Nancy Closson

FACES

When I look around myself, I see faces,
When they converge, then, my heartbeat races,
I tell myself to wake up, they are just dreams.
For of reality I can find little, but only traces,
It's so difficult to live in, these confined spaces,
Oh to be able to flow, like unabated streams.

I live in a dream world, by myself alone,
A world of fantasy, of men made of stone,
I shun from the living, I stifle my screams.
Those ambitions of mine, the wind blown,
And I remain to the world, hidden, unknown,
My visions are darkened, yet my eyes gleams.

When I look around myself, I see these flares,
they stalk me at all times, like alarming nightmares,
Entering my mind and body, that's what it deems.
Yet, when I gather my spirits, my substance scares,
Strength that once possessed me, no longer dares,
Then have I lost my senses; or what it seems.

When I look around myself, and see these faces,
Then freedoms round the corner, to take me places.

By Ayadh Farooq

The call of the Sea

The call of the sea is so tempting and wild,
The brine that flows, yet refreshing and mild
How I wish I was just sailing away,
Through the morning mist and many a day.

We watch as the waves splashing the deck,
Our boat in the huge sea, a mere speck,
The salty water continues to spray,
The fishermen begin to kneel and pray.

We join together to sing out loud,
As the sun peeps from behind a cloud,
It's time now to get to the task,
O fish beware, the bait's a mask.

Night sets in on the angry sea,
the waves rock the boat with glee,
Sending messages of love and despair,
It talks of hope and then beware!

We huddle together the whole night long,
listening to tales of old and strong,
While the wind mercilessly lashes out,
Our survival itself is gravely in doubt.

The nets are out and the prizes galore,
thousands of fish and maybe more,
We must now return safe and sound,
till another day, till another round,

I look once more to the sea again,
My heart beats, the call is plain,
I just can't wait till another day,
When we pack our bags and sail away.

By Ayadh Farooq

THE END OF THE ROAD

Those sleepless nights, tossing and turning,
Thinking of her, twisting and burning,
Her pretty face now clouding my eyes,
My love for her, crossing and yearning.

The happy moments, pondering and lashing,
Her ravenous eyes, twinkling and flashing,
the loving smile covering her face,
now remaining a dream, bruising and crashing.

Arm in arm, swinging and dancing,
Breathing the air, shaking and prancing,
Along the field full of flowers and weeds,
The beauty around, moving and trancing.

The older we got, basking and daring,
life's sweet moments, loving and sharing,
Her presence in life, always by my side,
and those empty days, her nursing and caring.

One fine day, she, ailing and sinking,
Heavily breathing, frailing and shrinking,
Now finally at sight, the end of the road,
Where to my destiny, fearing and thinking.

Sounds of emptiness, scaring and swishing,
A need for affection, searching and fishing,
a final desire at the end of my life,
A place by her side, hoping and wishing.

By Ayadh Farooq

WHAT WILL NOW BECOME OF ME?

Some nights back I dreamt of thee
I thought the whole world was with me,
As I am blind and cannot see
Oh what, what will become of me.

From the day that I became blind,
No remembrance of you could I find,
But I hope you have thought of me,
In love you have sought for me.

`Tis saddening to become blind like I,
`Tis like to say to the world goodbye,
Yet I beg that you won't forget me,
In my love, you will never desert me.

Then ,in my dream that night I thought I saw,
That in this poetry there was a flaw,
For you had already abandoned me,
So tell me, what will become of me.

`Tis like I am lost at sea,
And no one hears a blind man's plea,
Oh, what will now become of me?
Oh, what will now become of me?

By Ayadh Farooq

COMING TO TERMS WITH LIFE

I am so happy, I am so glad,
These are the best moments I've had,
I have come to terms with life,
Now I shall be no longer sad.

I am so happy, I feel so wise,
This fresh sensation is on the rise,
It is like a brand new beginning,
Harmony alone is worth the prize.

I am so happy, this is so true,
I have found the right path through,
Though the wounds took time to heal,
At last I shall start life anew.

Oh, I am so happy, I am so calm,
I have now crossed the first alarm,
Perhaps, only if time could tell,
I could even recover my old charm.

For I am so happy, or so it may seem,
I am swimming in a heavenly stream,
What one speaks of as true happiness,
is only there whenever you dream.

Yes, I am so happy, I must confide,
Now I have nothing more to hide,
I have realized this state of euphoria
is yours only when you have died.

By Ayadh Farooq

As Time slips by

 The sun has set, now the stars adorn,
Till morning comes, a new day is born,
Life breezes by, Time's not far ahead,
Soon, the living man; All but, he be dead.

The fields are green, the flowers dance,
Spring is here, a second chance
Spring is here, a second chance, Live our lives, not just merely exist,
Raise our heads, above the morning mist.

The summer, the heat, a welcome change,
The fun, the merriment, all within our range,
The Nightingle sings, those songs of joy,
Come let us have fun, come let us enjoy.

But, when winter comes, dark and drear,
The sky is grey, Man learns of fear,
The fire is warm, but hearts are cold,
Is it too late now, are we getting old?

Years have gone by, I ask myself,
Dust has accumulated all over the shelf,
Life has passed by like a meteor,
Will I ever find what I'm looking for?

By Ayadh Farooq

Life!

Awaken; Early in the morning,
A walk in the woods,
Drawing deeply, the air so fresh,
the sense of exaltation, of fortitude.
I could do with that.

Immersed; In deep golden foam,
A feeling of solace,
warmth flowing, eyes unblinking,
The top of the world, the pinnacle.
I could do with that.

Satisfied; all the world riches,
strewn at my feet,
Desires fulfilled, wants exceeded,
Every wish a command, an order.
I could do with that.

Yet, I couldn't do with that.
How could one have everything.
What could he do with it.
In true sense to live, not just exist
That! I could do with that.

By Ayadh Farooq

THE MOMENT I SAW HER FACE

I had thoughts of beauty,
Of styles and of grace,
But I entered new dimensions,
The moment I saw her face.

Beauty in the form of roses,
Twinkling of stars in Space,
I put all that behind me,
When I looked into her face.

She looked so serene, so calm,
A product of good race,
The magic now surrounded me,
Was the power of her face.

My whole life had thus changed,
Since I held her in embrace
She was then only ten years old,
And cherubic was her face.

I met her one sunday morning,
Alas the mortuary was the place,
Her hands and feet were cold,
No warmth was in her face.

She lay so still, so quiet,
Of movement there was no trace,
How I wished she could live again
and cheer me with her face.

Lord, I beg you tell me the truth,
Just isn't this a disgrace,
For, how come you felt so jealous,
It was you who created her face.

To take her so young and innocent,
Is difficult for me to brace
All she gave was joy to the world,
With the magic of her face.

I shall never forget her beauty,
As she lay in that white lace,
And forever treasure the memory of,
The moment I saw her face.

By Ayadh Farooq

LOVE LOST

When I perceive and imagine,
I find love lost,
The picture of vanity,
Of hopelessness and despair,
My imagination wanders, and I ask
Is life now fulfilled to its entirety,
Or is love waiting to be rediscovered?

Even time is motionless,
When the heart flutters, it does so in pain,
Not free, the want to wander,
Toward the unknown,
For everything is now known,
And nothing more to achieve
Physically alive, yet, mentally inebriated,
So, is love waiting to be rediscovered?

Perhaps, now it’s time,
To give up the soul
For it no longer bears to sustain
Energy at levels to perform,
Physically handicapped to retrieve,
Levels of promise, then I wonder
Can I wait for love to be rediscovered?

By Ayadh Farooq

Tsunami...a Nightmare

Winter vacations jubilations were on,  People were resting, Lying exhausted,  Just after Christmas celebration and waiting,   
New years dawn to welcome and collected,  
On beaches of Far Eastern countries,  Away from homeland and beloveds,  
But close to Destiny's Serene World,  
Just to witness, relish and make terrific   
These Golden moments of the year.  
The whole year was spent,  To plan the very trip, after much debate.  
But, no one's aware of his lot.  No one knew, he will never return home,  
When saying Goodbye to dear ones!  
No one knew, on this cherished journey   He is  on track to eternity,  
Which will conclude in a Quiet Dale,  
No one knew, kind kisses to babies,    
And hug to beloved ones, to be the last one,  
No one knew, deferred tasks for vacations  
Will never  be completed by them.  
No one knew, his aspired dreamland would,   
Soon be a valley of death.  
No one knew, Catastrophe is lurking there  
On glittering golden sandy  beaches.      
No one knew that the death messenger "Tsunami" would erupt  
From the heart of bouncy alluring waves,  
And will decree jubilant people,   
Beyond any warning and alert,  To ride on  death's  cart.  Leading to Pacific Realm.   Submerging humanity in uttered cries and mourn, 
 No one knew, No one knew,  Tsunami would be Nightmare for the living and unborn.  

By Sajid Ghazi

A Magical Moment

The thoughts are alive in my mind,
Dancing to the rhythm of my heartbeat,
Burning with desire, and ecstasy,
Reminiscing that magical moment.

That magical moment,
When we were last together,
Walking arm in arm,
My hands brushing your 
bosom,
And the heart missing a beat,
Wicked thoughts a flashing,
To hold you
dearly,
Crushing my lips against yours

By Ayadh Farooq

A Time To Live, A Time To Die

The gaping hollow cold and deep,
Yet, seeming so calm and peaceful,
My mind a
wandering, and I keep
My thoughts so refreshed and revived.
Inviting and
mesmerizing,
The notion of this timeless sleep.
Just to become a part of
eternity.

I could lie down for hours,
Contemplate and wonder,
None to disturb;
no bars.
To remember, and re-collect
Memories, and to alter them,
And to ride
the wind to the stars
On this eternal, everlasting journey.


I awaken crudely;
my time is not,
As they lower the body to the grave,
His journey has ended; his
spot
For the rest of time.
Yet, I have to go on, I just cannot;
A day to live,
and a time to die.

By Ayadh Farooq

TONIGHT I CAN WRITE

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
 
Write, for example, "The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance."
 
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
 
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
 
She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
 
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
 
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
 
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.
 
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
 
My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
 
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
 
I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
 
Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
 
I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
 
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
 
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.
 

By PABLO NERUDA

(Translated from Spanish into English by Marisol Grijalva)

OH DAD!

When I see your face
On the mantelpiece,
I ask myself this question?
Oh Dad, was
that what was to remain,
Just an ornament,
A frame on a shelf,
Only to remember
then,
A faded picture in a frame.

It wasn't that long ago,
As you took a final
breath,
In my arms.
I wasn't to let go,
Hold you back, for me.
For what?
To be
bathed in misery,
And pain.
Then its better, just a memory,
Like the faded
picture frame.

By Ayadh Farooq

ETERNAL LIFE

Intricately be-jeweled, the moonlit sky,
Gleaming, twinkling, eye to eye,
Shining bright the stars go by,
Into the moonlight, the night birds fly.

Ruffling, shaking, the palm trees sway
Whistling. weaving, the fronds so play
The rose's scent all around thee spray,
Until the morning together we stay.

Splashing, frothing, the oceans tide,
Gripping, clutching, our hands by side,
The lapping sound, for ever our guide,
Together we promise to remain abide.

Gazing deeply at the dusk so pale,
While another day around us hail,
When morning comes without a fail,
Just leaving behind, a lonely trail.

Wondering, dreaming, the days of glory,
Wanting, yearning, and never be sorry,
For eternal life together, our story,
Eternal life, forever our story.

By Ayadh Farooq

THIS IS NOT TO BE

This is not to be
A mark of my sanity
hidden between creased lines
on an otherwise smooth surface.

Of beliefs and understandings,
for love of pain, 
the aftermath a solace,
tranquility and peace
------------------------------

By Ayadh Farooq

PAIN

O' What a beautiful sensation,
Pain,
Piercing, Stabbing deep,
within the
depth of one's heart,
full of sorrow, 
then pain,
the only relief.

O' To live
the burden of living,
true happiness is death

Only pain reminds,
only pain remains,
until the final moments,
until the last breath,
thankful for the pain,
to be able to rest in peace.

By Ayadh Farooq

YESTERDAY I CRIED

I cried for all my lovers
for all the fake lovers
those who are gone
and those who wont return.

I cried for my passions
my envy, jealousy,
my little fortitude
and all the indecisions.

I cried for my mistakes
my very secret fears
for all my weaknesses
and my disillusions

I cried for my memories
for my disturbed past,
my present and my future
for all my wasted moments.

I cried above all
the so undesirable,
feared and everlasting
my immense solitude.

By Shadia

Sell Me A Dream

Music and lyrics by MIMOUSKA...( Aimee' Pecile ) * Note* ( My first try in English )

 
If you come back, to rock me off to sleep...
Give me your hand, a smile, a STAR , a SONG.
Life is a Dream, awake me and I die ...
Don't let those old ghosts rise.
Please...sell me a Dream...
Give me your hand, the night is dark....
Cradle my SOUL, with your lovely soft voice.
Tell me the Tale of perfect LOVE...
Come back my friend...
I still need YOU....!
Lullaby soft, frolic breeze of your Voice...
As a violin, the strings of my Heart !...
O Memories....Knock at the door!...
On My feelings, MELODY PLAY...once MORE...!
****--Please SELL ME a DREAM...****

By MIMOUSKA

(Music and lyrics by MIMOUSKA)

What Did I Do Yesterday?

I shall do so much in the years to come;
but what did I do yesterday?
I shall give my silver in a princely sum;
but what did I give yesterday?
I shall speak the words of love and cheer;
but what did I speak yesterday?
I shall bring each lonely life a smile;
but what did I bring yesterday?
I shall feed the hungering souls of Earth;
but whom did I feed yesterday?
I shall build my mansions in the sky;
but did I build yesterday?
I shall reap such joys in the by and by;
but what did I sow yesterday?

By Najma Saeed

(author copyright)

Various Poems By Ibrahim Qaed

Ebrahim Qayed
May 2006 

SWANSTON(04 May 2006)

Head gone
Words lost
Hands shaking
Shivers he got
Hallucination
Pulled billies
They wanna incarcerate
Through the allies
Hide behind a bin
Calculate
No next of kin
But what for
Count is nil
Nothing to fill
A hungry man
An angry man
They walk by
A sound out of the pockets
"Let me out! Let me out!"
But no one hears
Like in a dream
Sit and hope
Still no notice
No one sympathizes
Time passes
He is sleeping
This time it's long
Like a Chinese fighting scene
Long, lasting and mean
Fatal like naval
Long like a techno song
Words can't describe
But the beggar ain't alive
He's dead He's gone
Still no notice

 
LONELY (04 May 2006)

Like a see-saw
Looking through the horizon
Silence prevails
Whispers, Whiskers
Little steps and tick tocks
That's all you can hear
That's all that's near
Fear of loneliness kills
Nothing fulfills
For the time at least
It's like a beast
It haunts
Daunts
Dispirits the last Mohican
Demotivates a brave heart
Later on, a new start
Something knocks your heart
"Knock"
People? They're new
Who sent them?
Not a clue
Treachery, betrayal
Nothing new
Just a tape replaying
They said old is gold
True, True
Black despondency, dejection
Desolation
Need to be in isolation
More and more
Treachery, betrayal
A real portrayal
Leaves me in despair
In the dark corner
Still rocking on the chair

 
DREAMING (05 May 2006)

Darkness falls
No illumination
Phone didn't ring
Need an explanation
You thinking of me
And I feel it
So I wish on a star
Which I dubbed as ours
That out there somewhere
There is the one
Someone deserving to be a hun
Once she appears
I'll express my love
With a poem
A bouquet
A song at midnight
On the balcony
Not a felony
No weirdness
Just my faithfulness
Embodied in actions
In words
In different ways
Different combinations
But only one message is conveyed
"I love you"
From the beginning of the day
Till it's curtained
Black scene
But my love is certain
Given to one and only one
Shall it be soon?
The future is mysterious
But after then, there's no harm in humming
"I love you"

Ebrahim Qaed is a UAE National living in Dubai and a member of the PAL5 group in NBD

By Ebrahim Qaed

What Lies Yonder

Learning  to cry, and then laugh,
Childhood for some.
Born with talent, and desire to learn
Education for some.
Progress in life, and fluttering of hearts
Romance for some.
Ups and downs, and lonely moments
Heartaches for some
Travesties,  and sleepless nights
Learning for some.
Age follies, and desperate times
Tragedies for some.
At crossroads, and what lies yonder
A mystery for some.

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A LOVE POEM....

You move along in majesty, 
Your potent presence conquers me. 
Against your spell there is no man 
Who, once so smitten, then can stand. 
Visions of your magnificence 
Linger for many hours hence. 
When midnight skies are sparkling wells, 
I'm still enveloped in your spell. 

When sleep has taken me at last, 
Your sorcery still holds me fast. 
As if through ancient, haunted halls, 
In dreams, I hear your silent call. 
I see the dark flames of your eyes, 
Within me, all resistance dies. 
By night or day there is no rest 
From chaos raging in my chest. 

I want you, fear you, pray you'll see, 
How just your being masters me. 
Yet, I must view you from afar, 
Unreachable as any star. 
My hand, if stretched forth, could have grazed, 
Your awesome form, yet it's not raised. 
My words, if uttered, could have broken 
The silence; they remain unspoken. 

No man have I seen in years, 
Who devastates and brings to tears 
A fighter, a woman like me, 
Who bears no chains, whose heart is free. 
And now my heart is free no more. 
You've blasted fortress wall and door 
With all your perilous appeal, 
As dark as night, as strong as steel. 
You took my heart one night! 
You show me the light.. 

I will follow you to the end of time! 
------------------
Mimouska the little fairy ......

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CONNECTION OF TWO HEARTS

Love is the connection of two hearts.
Love is understanding. Love is accommodating.
Like one soul with two opposite bodies.
Come, my love, take my hand, we too fast.
Inside there is a soul that loves to dance.
Love is the connection of two spirits.
Love forgets, love forgives, love never gets old.
Before I opened my heart for you.
I fell in love with you.
Your love came into my life.
My heart is still crying.
Love is the connections of two souls.
I could express my love forever and ever.
True love comes only from the heart.
It hurts when you are away.
Now that you have stolen my heart.
Love always stays young at heart.
Love is the connection of two hearts.
 

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What Did I Do Yesterday?

I shall do so much in the years to come;
but what did I do yesterday?
I shall give my silver in a princely sum;
but what did I give yesterday?
I shall speak the words of love and cheer;
but what did I speak yesterday?
I shall bring each lonely life a smile;
but what did I bring yesterday?
I shall feed the hungering souls of Earth;
but whom did I feed yesterday?
I shall build my mansions in the sky;
but did I build yesterday?
I shall reap such joys in the by and by;
but what did I sow yesterday?

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If You Go Away

If you go away on this summer day,
Then you might as well take the sun away;
All the birds that flew in the summer sky,
When the day was new and the night was long,
And the Moon stood still for the nightbird's song.
If you go away, if you go away, if you go away !
But if you stay, I'll make you a day.
Like no day has been ,or will be again 
We'll sail the sun, we'll ride the rain,
We'll talk to the trees and worship the wind.
Then if you go, I'll understand, 
Leave me just enough love to fill my ..hand.
If you go away, If you go Away,..If you go Away.
If you go away, as I know you will,
You must tell the world to stop turning till you return again,
If you ever do, For what good is love without loving You;
Can I tell you now, as you turn to go,
I'll Be dying slowly till the next hello.
If you go away, if you go away, If you Go AWAY.
But if you stay, I'll make a night,
Like no night has been, or will be again:
I'll sail on your smile,
I'll ride on your touch,
I'll talk to your eyes, that I love so much...
But if you go ...go. I won't cry.
Though the good is gone, from the word "good-bye."
If you go away, If you go away, If you GO AWAY...
If you go away, as I know you must,
There'll be nothing left in the world to trust;
Just a empty room, Full of empty space,
Like the empty look I see in your face.
I'd have been the shadow of your shadow...
If I thought it might Have kept me by your side.
If you go away. If you GO away, IF YOU GO AWAY !
** HO! PLEASE...don't GO AWAY...!**
 

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IN TRANSIT

~ IN TRANSIT... ~

 
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Give me another glass--
Vodka, with a drop of blood.
Take away the sting of life.
One more time, before the
Designated driver comes.
Once again.
Just one small guzzle,
Of my One last luxury.
So grateful for my sin.
Give me my sweet elixir.
To burn his name from my throat.
To erase it forcefully from my
vocal chords.
And just one more.
The Driver is late.
He won't mind waiting.
Sometimes, he likes a glass for himself...
SO...I will drink to....ETERNITY....

  Mimouska the little fairy...!

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