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I remember well that sweltering summer. Sky bright at 1 am, no breeze to blow the dark in, blackout blinds and fans whispering. Still sleep was difficult, years before whale-song tapes and Victor Meldrew. Though we had our own versions.
You are golden Like the mysteries Of a lost, lonely jungle, A photographed crowd At a Victorian ball, A heatwave in spring, The laughter of wild animals, A winding ancient path That leads to a fortified town – The clown
Your cheeks, in red ochre rouged In dimples, the scarab dew slurps Eyes and teeth, a white flash sleight Stretch marks, varicose crossed, like The Anaconda’s swallowing strains. Your life restless, the nose suffocates Dawn disrupts as the feathers ruffled.
A waft of misty enchantment, Created a magic in the air, A butterfly unfolded its wings, Kissed a beautiful flower, She gracefully opened her petals, Giving in to its gentle embrace, Surrendering itself in abandoned joy, Gifting its nectar of
Carrying a satchel all along inside of which are , decisions un-taken I run up and down Scaring away my evil cravings and all the immoral that the world taught me I focus too much on not doing bad (wrong)
A pristine smoke was pointing the where of pawns abetting the glacial runaway. Emblemic, he was the last man on the stairs ready to jump in the lake – when night arrives. Now this was the tipping point to stand
I toil ceaselessly in the Summer, to store in barns beneath the Earth for the winter. I get scorched by the tropical Sun for a colony made sufficient, yet without exhaustion, for my instincts make me efficient. I gather, heap,
I am now estranged from everything I once was The very simple things that change because A lover loved someone and then was crossed I sat and cried for hours and something in me now was lost No more sunshine
I hid my face securely between the soothing palms of Mother Earth, And passed by, the world without caring, taunting and laughing, Some do stop just to ask, “Hi joker, feeling pity for your maker?”, But I stay as dead
Curly reveled in gamboling meadows where all was bleating purity and colour rare with buttercups. With snapping at her heels she led a skittish huddle In senseless panic, Into a world of roasts and hedgerow sauces. A blade, sharp to
There is a life lesson found upon your lips. A secret to life transcendence. No longer consistent to the thought of what happens next. This is the value of your lips. A connection of where dream becomes reality. Curious to
The Innocence that you carry in your eyes.. The rationality that you shower on with your words.. The kindness that you show with your smile.. The helping nature that you display with your actions.. All are the results of a
Give them love, show them understanding- make them feel the person- they once were; their dignity, never take away from them, their self-respect, without hesitation you must maintain. Memory may be gone, storage and retrieval mechanism may have collapsed; like
Without being abandoned in the darkest room Incandescent light would be a mere shade Without trial and experiments Success would be worthless Without birth and death Life would be stagnant Without love and compassion World would be void. Without springs
Hope an upward slope to a panoramic view where the scope of fine imagination waits for you unbound dream-seeing vistas crisp and clear surround potential seeming new though always here waiting as seeds of inspiration to conceive and raise the
When you entered into my barren life, My heart felt happy with your illumination. A chapter of new beginning was written, And new chapter was meant for rumination. Seeds of relationship we sowed yesterday, Now seem to be curious for
“The voice that sings your name is sweeter than the midnight sleep, or the sweetest melody; The mind that drives me to you is dearer than the intellect that is deep; The sweetest melody will turn less sweet, Deep introspection
I reached into the depths of my soul Plucked from the carnage The vestiges of my humanity Around me my brothers like bricks fall Yet not a flicker of emotion sustains Concern me this should Yet all that remains Is
T’was late at night when a knock came at the door: Not much could be heard, but the sound of a snore. When the old man suddenly awoke to his feet Angrily screaming and cursing, like never before. “This better
Along the way to Washington, a red Indian is still holding in his hands his scalp and a quiver filled with stock exchange, while not comprehending why European prisoners carried old Athens on the ship of Columbus and settled at
That puppy, puppy on the floor. seems little sleepy but devoid of any door. That puppy ears, little sad puppy eyes, little puppy with no fears, That puppy with lots of tries. That puppy, staring somewhere seeking someone in the
A Colored Moon// By: Fareed Ghanem (1) A moon is red in three moods: When the ladies of high society kiss windows and walk out without lipstick, or; When white color is called red, or; When roses bloom in your
If I forget spring, bruise my face with grass to meld with soil in prescience of later ritual. If I forget summer, drip on my tongue the blood of fresh berries, and the insolent taste of mint. If I forget
He is an old man now, no longer tall, Shoulders hang, stoop low, as does his head. Hair is sparse, hardly covers his scalp, Teeth are worn, loose, and faintly yellow. Legs once firm and straight, now bowed and shaky.
for Joan There was the smell, the smell of film, as I popped the lid, removed it from its plastic canister, and loaded it, all fingers and thumbs, threading the leader, winding it on, praying it had caught, but scared
I am a warrior, fighting the battles of life’s challenges, tripping over the cracks on the sidewalks, drinking cold coffee, listening to sad songs, working on taxes, calling in borderline sick, and driving the combative zone of rush-hour traffic, what
Chirping birds awakens thy soul Dew drops falling on green leafy plants above and below Freshly cut grass, does thy scent behold As the sun slowly raises and flowers unfold Soft fluffy clouds floating in air Animals of nature frolic