Best City Of Light Poems
Lemon meringue sweet-laughter-light
fills shadows cerulean blue.
Café de Flore’s summer hot night
where dreams tangerine rendezvous.
Six strings strumming lavender notes
tones, violaceous lilac lace,
heartbeats' delicate music floats
on fanciful lilts ears embrace.
Conversation thrills with saffron!
Hints, amorous in coral blushed sheen,
lashes flirt, lush fluttered chiffon;
intentions are aquamarine.
French liqueur sipped, yellow chartreuse,
City of Light, summer hot bliss.
Inner glow - inhibitions loose,
watermelon lust; wet French kiss!
4.
Now things started to become clear,
Both Alahsar and Salahmar in the same space,
One would find Victory, the other, leave this place,
light and dark in the eternal battle.
Alahsar, of God's light,
Salahmar, of dark's evil joys,
which of them would wane away?
Devil's fear, or Heaven's glory.
For Alahsar, the city of light,
mortals, their lives laying down,
numbers falling as Algahrs push forward,
is this the end of light, hearts filled with hate.
From the golden gates a mighty moving,
women, they come forth with speed,
hate filled eyes and trembling cries,
yelling out their cry of war.
Still the foe were many more,
the Algahrs always to the front,
mightily they begin their push,
the might of dark within each beast.
Too hold the foe would take great strength,
strength was fading, ebbing away,
the Algahrs now did mighty push,
death and destruction on Badicha lay.
Still mortals stood, though blood did flow,
man and woman, power decreasing,
children watch from mighty walls,
as parents and friends meet their end.
Dark Man fighting, vengeance dear,
Warrior Queen spreading fear,
the bloodiest scene before the gates,
blood for blood,by sorrow's river.
Utamol, with almost life of own,
cutting, slicing, stabbing home,
Dark Man with his awesome grace,
Sends evil from this land of light.
Warrior Queen with power and speed,
destroying all this evil seed,
cries of pain are everywhere,
so many lost, their dead eyes stare.
On the plain great dust clouds rising,
screams of mortals and beasts fill the air,
lightning flashing, thunder crashing,
onward the struggle of life goes on.
Within the heart of living terror,
weapons crashing, teeth a-gnashing,
will miracle come to Badicha?
Shall mortals halt their slow retreat?
Alahsar's own are falling back,
dead and dying are underfoot,
now mortals they must hold the foe,
forward warriors, toe to toe.
No battle ranks or strategy to follow,
Hold position and strike down the foe,
Dark Man now in heat of battle,
Arlaghs feel the hate of Utamol.
In this time before time,
sorrow's song, the last song to be sung?
Strike with rage, power and might,
Become battle Gods, the power of light.
Cry goes up, "Walk in the light,"
the arms are weary, still fight for life,
still the battle crashes on,
what end shall be, before the dawn.
To Be Concluded..........
THE EIFFEL TOWER
In the city of light their aspire
Was to build to a climax higher
Gustave Eiffel you see
Said just leave it to me
I can satisfy all your desire
Monsieur Eiffel seen with affection
By Dames de Paris for perfection
Of his manner de Gaul
Mais plus ca most of all
For his grand magnifique **ection
21 April 2020
I watch the rain flow backwards,
back up into the sky.
I was soaking wet
and now I am dry
All the moisture is gone,
sucked up from the ground.
Reversing rain,
it makes no sound.
The flowers cry,
tears joining the rain
As the moisture is lost,
do the flowers feel pain?
Their colors exhaled,
only dust remains.
The trees look angry,
gnarled branches are bare.
Colorful foliage no longer there
Leaves like breath,
have blown away.
The birds have left,
no reason to stay.
The world we know,
reaches it's end.
Back to the sky,
life's blood ascends!
With each droplet,
we make amends.
Back to dust,
we do descend
Our crimes are many,
the earth cries out for blood.
We become part of,
a different kind of flood.
Now rejoined to the earth,
us foolish men of mud.
Questions answered,
as we rise from the dead.
The Earth is restored,
by rivers of red.
Fountain of life,
no more need for rain.
True Joy makes way,
ending human pain
Blessed are the forgiven,
God mercifully reigns!
Waking in a garden,
within a city of light.
We are clothed in garments,
of brilliant white.
Sins now forgotten,
like dust blown away.
Night and darkness,
replaced by this new day
Gifted new bodies,
we're no longer just clay.
God's promises are kept
He has the final say!
In tailored suits that hug the form,
A businessman strides, exuding charm.
Briefcase in hand, he’s on his way,
Chasing the dawn of a brighter day.
Polished shoes click on the city’s grind,
With visions of fortune and power in mind.
He navigates crowds with purposeful grace,
While the world sees his polished face.
He buys a cup of coffee to wake him up,
But just a block down, in a world apart,
A homeless man sits with a weathered heart.
Tattered clothes drape his weary frame,
Invisible dreams wrapped in silent shame.
His eyes tell stories of battles fought,
Of lost opportunities, of hope for naught
On cardboard canvases, he sketches the sky,
Each faded star a whisper of why.
He steals a bottle of Vodka to warm him up
Yet as the businessman races toward the prize,
The homeless man watches with knowing eyes.
Two paths diverged in a city of light,
One chasing fortune, the other, the night.
In a world that prizes the polished and bright,
Both carry burdens, though hidden from sight.
For wealth and for want, they share the same street,
In the dance of existence, where heart beats
In the streets of the city where duality glared
Two strangers, same humanity shared.
Paris is a neon city of lights, color, and myth,
where people go out on a Friday night with
enthusiastic faces.
Eagles of Death, metal band were rocking it
at Bataclan Hall with oldies and their latest hit,
covering all their bases.
Happy voices and music mingle mid-air
for the city of light doesn't have a care
life moves merrily on.
And yet, all of that is soon about to change
their world will become bazaar and strange
their dreams all gone.
A human bomb tears into flesh and bone
but that suicide bomber did not come alone
the carnage has begun.
At multiple locations near and in the city
people are brutally murdered without pity,
by madmen with a gun.
Men of fanatical faith, filled with hate,
using religion to kill, choose their fate,
martyrs for a cause.
Innocence slaughtered in Allah's name
bought ISIS scorn and infamous shame,
and fickle applause.
We commiserate with the people of France
that was more than a depraved act of chance,
that was an act of war!
To prevent more atrocities, countries must unite,
and eradicate ISIS bases with a military might
the world's never seen before!
(Rhyme)
11/23/2015
This beautiful breathtaking city is not near the sea
It is in the sea
Like Venice it has sublime majesty
With water channels stretching for infinity
But with one difference while in Venice people travel by boat
The one used to sail across river, sea or a moat
People of this city use huge Victoria lily to keep them afloat
People sit in this lovely flower and are carried by sailors that to carrying others time devote
Above the city in the linen blue sky
Protected by basilisks that beneath it will fly
There is something that through ages will never die
Something ornamenting the cities’ azure sky
It is like a spider web of crystals made of light
To the eye it is delight
The way it shines with more hues than are found in human normal sight
It allows one to see entire spectrum of energy not just visible light
The web is huge and light like honey dew
As it turns from one color to different hue
It was touched by very few
Its surreal mesmerizing beauty is as if air got denser and in it spirit actually weighted pound or two
And that is what it is after all
Beyond mathematical living reflection of the soul
And after all
The only place where one can truly be free is in deepest essence of the soul
When I entered into the city of Light,
No betting odds among dawn and twilight,
The vitality is alive, well and bright,
Oh beloved Karachi, a marvelous sight,
Every affiliate for you is momentous,
The sun rises upon us as gorgeous,
Alpha to omega you’re vivacious,
And the symbol of superb glorious,
To walk on the shore of Hawks bay,
To touch her mud and clay,
And meanwhile to run or lay,
Won’t I forget all never and nay,
On the pier of sea view we dabble,
Hither, thither and wabble,
Conduct a race o’er and scramble,
Capriole there and babble,
Your alleys and ways may remain shine,
To the eternity, so I pine,
And desire for harmonious fine,
With countless blessing of divine,
May your liveliness long forever,
May you be the land of peace ever,
May Almighty protects your inhabitant from clever,
Scums of evil ,so they harm you never.
Shahid Hussain Chouhdry
A Redneck Visits the Eiffel Tower
By Elton Camp
I hadn’t never been over to that Paris before
And I shore don’t care to go there no more
Most of those folks look like some sorta kook
And they all talk in this strange gobbley-gook
Them Frenchies, they call it the City of Light
And I have to admit they’s got that part right
But that tall tower that they like to brag about
If they’ll ever get it finished, I have my doubt
They started building it over a hundred years ago
But only got as far as the iron framework though
They better get some walls added to that thing
If they expect that any rent it’s going to bring
It’s tall enough that it could have a lot of floors
It would hold a bunch of apartments and stores
Unless they close it in, that iron’s gonna rust
Then whoever’s stalling around will get cussed
If in building it, they are never gonna get through
Then it seems to me there’s only one thing to do
I can’t see how there can be any really good excuse
Not to tear it down and give that iron a good use
There was a meteor shower.
And I did not expect it,
but in the quietest of moments,
I saw a star rush down to meet me in my cold walled city of light.
And though my life has been comprised of wishes and the desire for cliche,
in that moment, I forgot my wish.
I forgot my first chance at the magic of a real wish,
as custom dictates beyond birthday candles and eyelashes and dandelion tufts.
And when the childlike wonder coursing thickly and wildly through my veins finally settled back into a steady rhythm,
I felt the child in me smack myself upside the head and berate me that we missed our chance,
-to find real love
-real magic
-to fly
-to wake up in the morning with some extraordinary supernatural power wrapped up in a neat little sack beneath my pillow,
Because "Starlight star bright,
first star I see tonight"
will never work if I continue to see the millions before the single.
And I know they are all there where I am looking,
even though the light drowns them out,
but when the quick white trail of spirit dust and wonder is set in motion before my eyes,
I regress into the wistful yearning of an optimistic fool.
But if I am space dust,
and a body made of particles from earth and time,
then surely this echo, this passing mound of metallic fire is also me,
and I must grant my own wishes.
In a city of light
where they go off suddenly
then a hissing thunderous sounds
of creatures ravage the streets
pa pa pa... fear summons
the hearts of the inhabitants
like the doomsday
people seek their gods favor
they wail bitterly and anguishly
since there is just a moment
for them to depart
a world that is lifeless
they await the ancestors crown
which has slain them
from time immemorial
but this time the anticipated
turns into the unprecedented
their faces drop and crawls
their hearts fades and shrills
the end is certain who can tell
suddenly its a clash of titans
where the vampires mortality
is restored with the ancestors crown
who ever thought
it could have been possible
for a vampire to show love.
Jacob Osae
Vampires
The young and naive question their fate;
expecting love, unprepared for hate.
Armored with lies, defending the truth,
a warrior lives: inside each youth.
Scars and tattoos display anger's mark:
insipid badges; oft crude and stark.
When pain morphs into panic and fear:
Hope vanishes, replaced by a tear.
Memories store what feelings impart
deep within a troubled teenage heart.
A ramshackle look drains one of pride:
frightened inside, unable to hide.
Bodies of friends ingested by Night:
traced in chalk, by a city of light.
Surviving the streets, your dreams erode:
as nightmares travel that lonely road.
Terrified moments are frozen in time
another Black Friday inks history
as fear gripped innocence wrenching
it ripped it from their astonished eyes
Then lights turned off on a Tower
normally filled with life and love,
Mothers wailed as Fathers filled
with anger petrifying their hearts
Now knowing a magnitude of loss, grief,
The Country of Love weeps for what was,
steadfast, noble yet still abrim with hope
candles and flowers stop missiles of hate
So vast is this outpouring of love
the whole planet shines in tribute,
with ribbons of blue white and red
streaming unto the heavens above
we have cried with you, and for you
we've said prayers of protection,
I Daydream of peaceful saner days
when humanity can be in solidarity.
Showing humanity at its very worst
and at its utmost horrifying,
this act of barbaric monsters
has stoked the fires of Justice
Erase them from the pages of our age
it should be as if they never were,
like the Nazi's they should be hunted
the Federation of fellow man shall rise.
Love will always conquer hate filled minds
tomorrow faces a thousand ways to evil,
let compassion and common decency
win the day, lets again know a gentler time
In the long grass, fear is only a concept
and humankind no longer knows only greed,
In these days to Love your neighbour
will just be, I'm just a dreamer maybe
The City of Light is illuminating the world
with Grace and Fortitude their shield,
and by their side the sword of the justice
is rising ready to strike so they can RIP.
Songs of Louis
Capart
-by Bob Atkinson
simple phrases
satisfy
although messages
pass me by
deep within the
voice of sentiment
moves a heart toward
contentment
driving again down a
road
ample farms of crops
unknown
to Dijon up from
Paris
could have been just
any place
City of Light still
inspires
six story limit
gives up an aura
expanding
possibilities for
space
room for sidewalk
dining tables
Treff am Rex written
on pages
a story told of
feckless craving
someday bright
screen will show
how heart's desire
grows and grows
Capart's voice
transcends my mind
could be from any
decade past
language used to
paint the sun
drives in toward all
meanings of
past good times or
future fun
satisfaction sipping
a coffee cup
successful endeavor
or busted run
no matter, has all
been fun
no matter now, all
will wait
for this album to
run its pace
settled feelings of
quiet grace
all bodes well, no
wild cast rage
thank you Capart for
morning mood
of my time within
mind's groove
language meaning
escapes my thought
yet this feeling
ever locks
me into awareness of
satisfaction
allowed this morning
from reaction
to words describing
your desire
to entertain with
heart filled fire
Dreaming through the day in her hands
On the shores, awaiting her calming smiles
Ready to unveil the glowing light in eyes
On this day, a queen was born
... True to time; it was the month queens march
Here, in the city of light, she will reign as much
Yes, she is a queen, and a queen she will be to her match
A letter about the queen, the writer writes
Many that behold, admire her rosy fragrance
On top is how her beauty arrays in her skin
Among the many fair, she is fairer
Know her passion and Christ it will be
On this day, a beautiful bride she will be to her master Christ
Your lovely
Asiedu Michael
A.K.A one Mike