escaping the queen’s lair was not easy
Freline the faerie made a forever friend
I can get you to France, the ladybug said
If you fit on my back, we can leave at six
They traveled under the leaves of the forest
it surely comes as no surprise, environmental demise
Maybe the scars have
Meanings-
Not pain,
But proof.
Each mark is a map
Of what tried you
And failed.
Runes of survival
Lit by Oldumare 's breath.
Pain fades
Truth stays
Every scar says:
Still here
Look at the water
Look at the sea
Look at the seagulls waving at me
Look at the sunshine
Look at the brine
Look at the fisherman casting his line
Look at horizons
Look at the cloud
Listen to birds chirping aloud
Listen to the rumble of cars up ahead
Listen to sensible words that are said
Listen to music
Listen to sound
Listen to things you hear all around
Listen intently
Listen remiss
Listen to poetry, listen to this
sweet aroma of orange tea brought the fuzzy worm in from the cold
“would you like a bit of chocolate cake?” this inquiry never gets old
she has to put on reading glasses, to see the words in the book
the story is about Peter Pan, Wendy, and her favorite, Captain Hook
She settles down in a gold recliner, forming her own cozy restful nook
Sitting in his car
Judd Monte was counting stars
Enjoying his sedative place
Displaying a happy face
Then a disgruntle spinster appeared
Lunatic possessed dear
Judd Monte knew her from grade one
Elementary fun
Recess under a soothing sun
They say,
On her birthday
Moonlight shining bright
Instigated her to fight
Until this evening
Judd Monte committed not leaving
Armed with wine
Glasses to dine
Fully subscribed
Judd Monte tried
Presenting ways to win
Against the angry sin
“You see that planet out there
The moon, it is not supposed to scare”
Judd Monte’s Spinster debated her mission
And listened
Showing an immersive trance
Choreographed by those who dance
Judd Monte made the peaceful advance
Turning the uneventful sight
Romantic not a fright
Entertained by the moon
Playing a jazzy tune
Next time you cannot see
Just believe
And turn on the moonlight
It will guide you through the night
grass
meadow
thistle weeds
hay allergy
yard
To express through words,you
dance with poetry
You strike a chord and you sing
With a low, soft voice
a gentle humming sound that drifts into the clouds
You sing a love a song for your beloved
Sing,sing for your beloved
Just like a bird platmying melodies
The rhythm, the rhythm of the song
As a sweet,the beautiful melody
Wake up
You soothe your voice like a bird
That chirps
You play a beautiful melody
Starting a song all of a sudden
dancing to songs of joy and celebration
A short time filled with happiness
Humming always with pure joys
A song to put a body to sleep
As a sweet,beautiful melody
Wakes up
evening constellation show was totally tight
not quite contrived, but amazingly bright
the stars were blazing, beautiful white
Kansas crescent moon was gorgeously light
spacemen were in a bit of an Earthly plight
ominous feeling ever since today’s twilight
spaceship was enduring its eightieth flight
amazing sight in the sky, this October night
aliens experienced a bit of an unexpected fright
caught in the beam of a larger space craft’s light
their headlights flashing colors like a giant flashlight
Let’s get off of this planet yelled the first mate McMight
So, they zoomed off into the atmosphere, McMight and Kite
Kite, the captain, was glad to see this planet shift out of sight
Let’s not go back there, he said, something was not right
They never returned, but many had seen a sight that night
Dilbert the donkey was thrilled with his new friend Mr. Slip
They were inseparable from the beginning of this relationship.
Running toward each other to bray and bark, bark and bray.
Frolicking in the meadow, we heard their joy a mile away.
Unlikely friends? Not if you knew these enthusiastic two.
So thrilled with each other, they barely knew what to do.
They visit each other all day and sometimes sleep together too.
Dilbert the donkey and Mr. Slip, as thick as Elmer’s strongest glue.
As a Cowboy, I've tuned a life
One time, 2nd time more than five
term, I've tried to make home
With my heart, with my soul
I've wanted to win every time
But life isn't ever prime,
it's defocus—make puzzle
Kidding us.
Life : you are bird flying in the way
Life : you are fable as heaven bay.
To Made me as a boatman
I've knocked on your door
I've sent era send messenger.
But You've promised too deep
You could not break sleep.
know that you aren't forever
Know that life makes us liar.
A reputation like mine
Ain't born in the afternoon
It crawls out of the alleys
Where whispers sharpen
Themselves
Into pocket-knives.
I walk through rumors
The way old gods walk
Through storms-
Unbothered,
Unmoved,
Already knowing the wind
Never had the final say.
They throw accusations
Like stones at a monument
They different build.
But I'm carved from a truth
That remembers every strike
And still stands upright.
Integrity is the currency
You can't Counterfeit
Noise is cheap.
And when they try to rewrite
My name
With their shaky little stories,
My reputation answers
In a voice older than their
Shawdows:
I was built to outlive
Your version of me.
Like termites, grief crept in and quietly grew,
A smiling face hid what the heart went through.
A lifetime crowded with memories untold,
I spoke just one name—and my heart lost control.
A dream stayed alive in my eyes for so long,
Till the fire of your memory burned it all wrong.
The branch where hope had built a nest so bright,
Was swallowed by autumn and stripped of its light.
Among those I called mine, I still stood alone,
As every soul changed in the molds time had shown.
The rain washed away every face's disguise,
And a city of deception changed before my eyes.
Then came the miracle born from the art I knew:
The pain in my heart became words that rang true.
Sagar, what a strange twist this life had revealed—
One lie brought the heat that left my whole home peeled.
© Sagar Haider Abbasi
X the morning out saw several lines lights the runway lights lights Mexico.
Open Mind Words
In this year through my poem,
with truth, my friend —
Viewer,
you who respect a picture that heals,
look.
Reflect the appearance of a mirror.
The explanation of a step
brings the face forward.
You resemble good news
of humanity.
Stand still.
STOP.
An example of doing like that —
reflect so I can look.
You turn around
so I face backwards
to find for myself
the feeling
that I am a real person.
These are my open mind words.
Nna le wena, mogwera,
O tsweletseng Seiponeng
Mantšu a gago a
Ke eme ka maoto bjale.
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