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The Masnavi of Giti and Saeed - Part 18, 19 and 20

Part Eighteen — The Counsel of Saeed's Relatives

They came to Saeed, kith and kin,
Their faces pale, their hearts within

Full of concern. They gently said,
"What sorrow fills your weary head?

You've cast your soul before her feet,
Forsaken all for love so sweet.

You've lost yourself within her spell,
A wanderer in love's deep well.

You've severed ties with all the

18 sokatore oi kadichhe sokole

Earnest a teary congregation, heavenly father, heed us in our prayer in humbling a fearful soul  
Response in  supplication, soul builder say, in a pristine may ,within cosmic and mundane role
The longest miriam word  is rousing astounding intimidation , often a nihilism and so, fanciful
Raised hands in supplication , in praising a

Rum n Raisin 18 - One Rainy Day

“I’m so very bored,” Raisin said with a frown
“Me too,” said Rum, “but with rain pouring down,
It’s not like we get to go out for some fun.”
Raisin said, “Will this rain ever be done?”

Sat on the window sill, tail swinging slow
Rum said, “Dear sister, I really don’t know.”
Raisin leapt up to sit next to her

Wolf Howling Moon - Hiku 18

Written: June 10, 2025, for contest by Brian Strand

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Late Springtime Hiku 18

                           Late Springtime Hiku 18

 late springtime glaciers

               drifting in Southern O ~c ~e ~a

18 Ejaculations

My Eternal God and my all
Sacred Heart of Father (Fr.) Christ
(Please) have mercy on us
Mother of Mercy (Please) pray for us
Mother Mary
Father Christ
 St. Joseph

Poetry Form: Free Verse
Date Typed: May 19, 2025
Time Typed: 9:54pm

18 Wheels and Away

Blank stares and wide open spaces
wrinkled lines on work-worn faces
Sleep deprived on overload
wide awake in bed alone.

A thousand miles between us still
The worries and stress are real
The pavement clanks on old, worn tires
burning diesel in the midnight hours.

Months feel like years in a flash,
Home for a few days, that doesn't even last.
The life of a

Plagued by Memories - Apr 18, 19

how long and sourly sobs the lonely heart
depends on how grave the weight which grieves the tears
pouring from the despondent spirit’s pores.—
a witness, too, will know the surly sort

of rain that beats down harshly on the court
called Sorrow Drive.—sure seems like nothing cheers
up the—nor nothing soothes the—nasty fears
nesting in somber nooks.—no, only art

comes close to

Heavenly Body - Mar 18-24

I’ve seen it, late those myriad afternoons—
A twilight blush, first waiting patiently
to welcome back your scintillating beauty,
next succumbing to your mild midnight swoons;

Your sapphire eyes then gleamed as glowing moons—
Though here facing me, near enough to see,
distantly they shone, reflecting the glee	?of more divinely animated tunes;

Yet, stretching out, I could not seem to reach
your spirit,

Queens of Quasi - Mar 18

The quivering quitters, quaking and quacking
In quite a quizzing quagmire, quietly
Quash their qualms. The ***** quest they have acquired,
Is a quandry of quantum quantity.

hiku 18

dawn breaks
a burst of sunshine ~ 
birdsong alarm

Day Trip 2 18 2025

chill to take my breath away
the tailpipe streamers
this day trip must take place

a cozy talk
heater on sun-strength
Dad bundled up

dust, sweep, mop
clean and sanitize
drop and talk

olives stabbed
martini sipped
Dad dips
his glass
to Mom’s ashes

preheat air fryer
flipping burgers

preheat oven
turning frozen fries

drop and talk
my Dad’s alive

this day trip must end
with tailpipe streamers
wall to wall traffic

and a warm smile
and a hand
as

Poetry Challenge poems 16, 17, 18

                                         Number 16
            

Proverbs 18:2

A fool has no delight in understanding, 
but that his heart may discover itself.

I delight in both of those things.
Am I a fool for wanting that?

Or am I wise?
Or maybe, just maybe, 

I'm myself, and I have no excuse
to abandon my own heart.

because if my heart can't find itself, 
then who will?

18-11-2024

1.) 
“The same waste stays un-cleaned”,
Something like that was said. 
And I’ve spent time missing, 
Must’ve thought I was dead. 
The boy says the man’s unseen, 
Technically a teen but still “man” works instead. 
Unfiltered cigarettes hit, 
Spinning bottles cause we’re too afraid to easily break bread. 

2.)
Wouldn’t it be great to just be the

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