Cronos Poems

Well I’ve got high hopes that When I cross the river Styx and Land on your island you will look On me with favor in your eyes Like a diamond in the rough All I have is a heart of

Journey of Life is flow of intermittent tears woven around sorrow and happiness While it is the flood of tears during sorrow It is the trickling of happy tears in Joy It is only deep breathing while in mingling it

Her presence was like being breathless; skydiving over a foreign land you’d only seen in photos but admired, longing to visit in the cool unfamiliar majesty of a new landscape. She looked at me, and before anyone else could move,

How I wish, I could, Break away from all shackles That bog me down, And fly in the expanse of the sky. Free to express myself, Without fear of being judged, To free my soul, Of all my thwarted words.

Well I got an Rx from Marie Lave au In the backwoods of New Orleans… A sacred blue voodoo MO JO BAG She said I made this just for you, just For you now Bo…carry it in your left Pocket

“Dedicated to my niece Noura” Sleep my darling Have sweet dreams Sweet little baby girl The most precious pearl Wrapped with my love Wrapped with care I pray your life Is joyful and fair I long to see you Climbing

It’s one of those mornings that welcomes whiskey and soda with open arms. The Sun and I, more or less, feel the same way about getting out and conquering the world. ‘Well, it’s not our turn today’, we tell ourselves.

He returned empty hands. Death was casually running around on charred bodies. Was lank poetry of a ruthless god. The house was on fire after selling its children. The days were becoming longer than life. Casus belli, whom do you

From chronic sort tedium must rise above to explore Life beyond old drudgery since long not felt before While in indulgent misery the core had twisted askew Time to rid of past clutter to rewrite lost verve anew Dump affecting

My body chills, This is my final croak. I thought I’d have thrills, But I fear his black cloak. His face, nothing but bone. His stance is but a leader. He had such a sweet tone. His breath was like

A mother and son returning from the school mother carrying the heavy bag and the bottle in one hand, another fully extended— covering the child’s head with a palm overworked lending little shade from the scorching Mumbai sun her own

I saw a child Playing in the mud Red hair Glistening in the sun Twinkling eyes, Reverberating the sea. Hands clutched the dark soil And out came a dimpled smile, Enthralling me. As I looked on She metamorphosed into an

I was crawling deep down the wood, Flowers of love blossomed on head, Red, yellow, blue, green leaves smile, Waiting to greet the lovely dawn for a while Looking at the bounty of burning sun Warming in his strong arms

She waited it out as time passed by, looking at the world from the corner of her eye. They came and went like a passing tide, as she stood there silently by the side. Another rippled by her feet as

There are no haunted places, Just people haunted by pasts and presents. There is nothing not worth expressing, For no one has lived without falling. Not everyone can dream so celestial, For most people’s understanding is but elliptical. Not everyone

My inability to get hurt Like dead flesh It doesn’t hurt like a fresh rose When stomped Dead flesh sees future Of being hung After cut for steaks.. It doesn’t complain or Can it complain after being dead? Feathers ceded

Family first, And old saying, As if from a western, Almost sounds rehearsed. Yet when I tip my cap, On this dusty afternoon, I appreciate the folks, Whom without life’s a lonely moon. When carrying across, Metaphorical plains, Dry and

It’s a beautiful town. a hobo in dirty gown He smiled at me he lives near alley he kinda smelly he looked so holy it’s shivering cold snow and rain never heard him complain he played violin gave him watermelon

Curtain call yet once again. Time to track the boards. Greasepaint hides the shameful faces. Lime-lit shadow-play, Pantomime dames, Evil stepmothers, Monsters behind The innocent eyes That focus on the fool. So I enter the game; It’s the only one

So, I came back When emotions gave me a whack, And I fell down, Days of despair began, Which I should have known, Will not go away with any new dawn So I fall down, Waiting for now, And I

You bloom in my heart like a beautiful rose in summer. You cherish my spirit and give me the sense of delight. Your innermost dreams and incredibly zany desires Are so fantastic and bright. Your radiant smile is wonderful, gorgeous,

Meaningfulness of life is experienced by understanding the life around us A human being constantly remains heated up in the fire of struggles. that fire not only burns him but also melts him down heartiness and blaze are virtues of

Evil whispers to darkened hearts Seeds of destruction; plans for death Kill a mind, a heart, a life By choices of darkness or light Blind arrogance They can’t see themselves in the dark Lips speaking crooked lies and deceit. The

Not everyone is nice and kind But everyone will get hurt sometimes Occasionally, someone will cross the line Some will even become insensitive at times But we all have mountains that we must climb So often life is like being

Relieve me of this cruel Subterranean passion Or douse dispiriting reason Cast out the angst Heart distressed Regain your soothing rhythm Return to me Resilience Revoke this grim oppression Please recall Lost resolve Compel its requisition Don’t consign me to

Well and it’s once in a lifetime reinvention magic kinda like a secret superstition miracle of a the souls great salvation love found me just in time, the kind I thought I’d never find the kind that only happens once

At dusk, a gentle breeze rustles the leaves on the trees in my front yard. Birds chirp as they settle in for the night. Clouds drift slowly across the sky. And a star twinkles from the galaxy. The Moon is

Coffee// By: Fareed Ghanem **** Here I am, just a handful of water taken from the last raining season. Since the last Bedouin had poured me into his pot, which had been dyed by sand and smoke, and laid over

Wake up little soul and watch life go by, People coming, people going, Each day with a sigh! Wake up little soul and spread some cheer, Life is too short, To waste in tears. Wake up little soul and dare

Love is waiting for me to choose. What do I want? Do I want you? The past is pulling me away from my future. Fearful steps forwards or backwards; Do I want to win her heart or remain a loser?

I haven’t been able to sleep. What you said, perhaps just offhandedly, perhaps not really caring at all, has me wide awake lost in those silly impossible dreams and longings that overtake my being so often. You cannot know how

Sitting by the river bank letting my thoughts float too. A frog hopped off a lilypad, sat beside me and said, “hello you” Me being polite I replied “Hi, Hello you too” “Release me from my bondage girl. Just a

Beyond the monstrous face Beyond the fenced feelings Beyond the dark night that came after our sun. Beyond the tongue that turned our lives, Into an orchestra of fights and we bowed for the end. Behind the screaming silence Behind

What do you do when you can’t stop the tears, when your mind is overwhelmed by your darkest fears? When you dread the day that will very soon come and you reach the end where it all once began. The

With a singing heart and basket in hand I skipped my way for my weekend store. Dreaming of cinnamony muffins and freshly baked loaves The smiling farmers selling all their veggie and fruity delights. I passed by the quaint and

In a manic trance May seem insane at first glance But in truth I broke the bonds I am no longer society’s pawn My purpose here is clear Emancipation from the fear Sever these shackles that bind The ones transgression

1st July 1916   The roses of Picardy are blooming Red like the blood we will spill The sun shines onto the yellow wheat That drifts and flows in the summer breezes. We face the Saxons, brothers-in-arms, This quiet landscape will

Some of us have it Most of us Wish we could just touch It for a second But few have any idea what it really Is or even how It’s formed that pulse You feel when want or desire so

Yo the crazy thing that I have been ignoring for the longest Is the pure truth behind It all whether it’s with me Or you The connection is still stabilized The thoughts of what if Continue to ponder While my

Long since the time has gone.. and the world has lost its meaning.. I wander in the noisy crowd surrounded by the silence.. With the mind that follows the brainless acts and the heart that’s low on blood.. I feel