IN AND OF MISSING BELOVED FRIENDS
Need no more troubles,
Stop following Satan’s way;
Be in that of God’s:-
Don’t you miss God’s peace and love?
They didn’t leave you; you left them:-
Jaun Elia:
She came to my grave with her new beloved,
Who says that one cannot be burned after being buried?
Mohit Rahinj:
I did not die among the people of this world,
Someone killed me.
It was my beloved’s ploy,
A conspiracy to burn me even after burying me.
She did not let me live while I was alive,
Nor did she let me depart in peace after death.
She is burning me even after I have died,
She is not letting me find peace even after death.
She did not let me live when I was alive,
And when I was on my way to paradise, she did not let me go.
She is still burning me even after death,
Look at all the things my beloved is doing for me.
My beloved, you have already taken my life,
Now, must I surrender my words to you as well?
I filled the night's chalice with knots of desire
to let spill in my heart your boundless love
and wash all the petals as your emotions bloom
unfolding in a pageantry of quiet beauty
spreading a fragrant perfume
as you breathe life into the orchid of my heart
found in the soft ambient light on your face
glowing within our beloved realm
of purity and romantic grace
we'll pay homage to our interwoven souls
moving in silent rhythmic enchantment
lifted on magical wings of tantalizing dreams
that pulse through our universe of firmament
when feelings cascade in a glistening waterfall
from our dewy eyes
drenching us in a glorious harmony of tender touches
where our longing opens gently
like dew-soaked roses
revealing warm sensations of delicate ambrosia
where dreams of a candlelit hall
is filled with the grandeur of blissful ecstasy
offered as an opulence of pleasurable contentment
from the generous majesty of love shared
so pure, so true, so intimate, so beautiful
As sung to the tune of
Help Me Make It Through the Night
The Original song was sung by Kris Kristofferson
Once gold was my long blond hair
But summer's changes turned to fall
Now there's wrinkles on my skin
Lines of memory of it all
Yet you're still here by my side
Love by day and through the night
Flyin' fast, our walk-through time
Hand in hand walk in the Light
And we're still singin' our song
Though baby, I don't understand
How yesterday's tomorrows,
On earthly plains, somehow must end
Many tomorrows are gone
That were once far outa' sight
With you, I've never been alone
Lovely days of golden light
Lord, I'm grateful for this life
Lord, I'm grateful, I'm his wife! <3
Happy 49th Anniversary Jerry, I love you!
A 49th Anniversary song (Sort of a parody!?) to my beloved husband Jerry, from his loving wife, Betty Jo.
As sung to the tune 'Help Me Make it Through the Night'
Original Songwriter: Kris Kristofferson.
Kaduna my beloved city
My bedevilled hometown
In a duel with itself
Held by the jugular for its
very soul
A fight for the life of my beloved
A vice grip has caused splinters
into
Arabia and Jerusalem a great divide.
Oh! how I mourn for my beloved city!
Countless are the duels fought on the
streets of the city
The hustle and bustle drained in
dusk to dawn curfews
Moving within the old city with fear and
trepidation.
Kaduna my home city gone awry
Once the cradle and star of the North
Now on the threshold of decline.
A shift to the south of the Kaduna river
Oh! how I long for the former yonder years
that the.nights were like daylight
Never a dull moment
Friends from across the river divide
such friends now an anathema
Now only whispers of their names remain.
Kaduna, my beloved city oh how i long for
your return to the peace and tranquility of
yester years
(Written on the 28th of October, 2015.)
Wooh a woo
Come, come, beloved, come
All tha way home, boy
Come all tha way
Long ago, you're a rome
Come on home
This house your home
Walking them these streets
Hearts of those you meet
You carry the Kingdomship sweet
Every soul you meet
Beloved come
Come
Come
Come unto me
Breathe into mine arms
Come guide me along
Carry me home
All tha way haus, boi
com all tha way
long tey, you're a rome
com on top haus
dis haus ya haus
walking dem dis streets
hearts for dos you meet
you de cari di kingdomship sweet
everi soul you meet
beloved com
com
com
com unto me
breathe into mine arms
com guide me along
de cari me haus
7/23/26
Written words by James Edward Ler Sr 2026
I can’t imagine a life where you do not exist. I do remember the time before you arrived, and back then my eyes were not trained to see light. You must have been somewhere then, just waiting. Floating in a ripple-less sea among the stars shining as bright as they do. With metallic scales and half formed flesh, eyes shut and a mind frozen in time. Before your mother plucked your star from the sky and held it against her belly, and so you fused harmoniously. Spending seasons knitted into one another. And finally we were so lucky to witness the birth of a star and welcomed you into our home.
my Qasim, the star.
My beloved God
You gave us a wonderful world
For us to live
After you made heaven
And earth
The earth you made it
Very well
With flowers by the
Ocean
Also by the Ocean was
Plenty of trees
Some birds you made
With your holy hands
They already fished their
Food to eat
Now they are resting
On the tree branches
And also singing for us
Their beautiful songs
I personally enjoy hearing
The birds singing
Now the end of the day
Arrived fast
The sun went down
And we all saw the sunset
Now the night arrived
The birds went back flying
If You were to be my final ballad,
bold and blazing,
bleeding ink burning eternally
would the book of my life
be closed on a death bed of bliss,
sealed with a locket of Your lovely longing,
perhaps left open upon my chest
to where You and I confessed
that our love is a natural obsession,
that torturous distance
made our passion more deft,
that Time was not an enemy,
It has been an ally
towards the evolution of our devotion,
the last heartbeat of a Poet Man
haloed by phoenix quills of love,
If You were my final kiss,
tight and liquid hot,
let's have our lips hold on long
to a breath immortal
unfading as faith fearless,
reverberating into the Valhalla
of Love ever living,
If You were to induce my final tear,
searing and falling
into the open mouth of my truth
It will be voicing an ultraviolet
cymatic oval
pitching into a promise
that is already realized,
If You were to be my final fear,
let It be that I am scared
of not being scared
of lovin' You all the way...
J.A.B.
Letters from Thrídrangar Lighthouse
I stand on top and wave to you across the sea,
From the loneliest house the world has ever known.
Like a lost star hung over the cold north.
Silence breaks when storms hit the stone walls,
Moon sends his light and calls my name for sure.
The air is freezing on the roof, I feel like a sinking boat.
I am the keeper here, in this white-walled place,
Writing you letters, my beloved, in short.
One day you will read them and send flowers back.
Sometimes I seal my words inside a bottle,
Throw it from the tower where the ships go past,
Hoping the tide will carry it to you.
This light shows ships the way through the vast sea,
So they will not be lost when the night grows black.
But my letters are lost in the weight of the sea.
A lighthouse is the last hope for those without direction,
The one thing that calls them home again.
I keep the light. I keep waiting.
this One is for The Mighty Mighty,
A great lovely and most loving Pet Cat.
I called her Mighty when I found her;
A very scraggly little kitten left stranded and motherless
A Lonely Beauty At The Back of Esmie's shop.
I told Esmie Let us look after her.
We were here parents and guardians.
She grew Big and powerful and mighty brought forth 3 beautiful kittens.
One go sick and died, and one was given away to a mutual friend of ours.
Today, June 25th 2026 I got sad news.
She was rolled over by a vehicle and died.
Rest in peace and in pieces dearest Mighty.
See you in the other side.
We'll Meet again Someday, Sometime.
This one is for those of us who have lost a dear loved one or loving pet.
Do not despair, that pet is like a guardian angel watching over us,
Protecting us, from evil, from evil spirits;
With a vigilance and ferocity that is unmatched.
Peace sought my heart,
Her calm touch, a gentle start.
Her care brought sweet relief,
Like cool rain upon dry earth.
The feeling of love and care,
The warmth of joy,
A solemn expression of happiness
She is a caregiver to weary souls.
With each new sun
Comes a brand-new start,
A new dawn of life
To take the knife from my hand.
Do not take peace for granted.
When she comes, she brings happiness;
She is the doctor of my soul,
And her love makes the heart whole.
Dearly Beloved, I’m Longing For You
The night is so gloomy
Dark, blue, and melancholy
I’m sunk into a deep despondency
I dream of you night and day.
When will I see you again?
My hearth is lonely, deeply sighing
I wish that someday we will meet again my dear
So this bleeding heart will be eased by your love so tender.
Its been a while I haven’t seen you
I can no longer fathom the ocean of solidarity
I am lost and don’t know where to go
Dearly Beloved I’m long for you.
I want to see you!
I want to hug and kiss you!
I want to walk with you in the silvery moon
And enjoy flying with the eagles and falcons.
I saw you only once.
You were draped in a saree,
The cerulean colour of the sea-waves,
Your hair was in braids,
Reminded me of the darkest cloud in the rainy season,
Your face was devoid of any embellishment,
Your body was not adorned with ornaments,
As if you, the woman of my dream, my treasured beloved,
had risen from the bottom of the ocean,
Only for me.
I felt numb when I found you,
You are the one I was searching for all my life,
an image of perfection I envisioned,
You are the one who I want to cherish all my life,
You are the one I feel fortunate to be with,
You are right in front of me,
But you are not mine!
Where were you so long, which corner of the universe?
Why did I never have a chance to meet you?
May be on the sandy shores of Arabian Sea,
Why not in a far corner of Thor desert?
Why didn’t you appear to me under the canopy of a starlit sky,
wiping all darkness from my life?
You are the eternal gift I waited for,
I saw you once, only once,
We never met again!
Beloved my heart
Do not lose your possession
Be tranquil, be cool
Enjoy all your nice neat time
Be patient when it is hard
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