Best Laila Poems
A long, long time ago in the land of Fays,
lived a forest nymph of beguiling beauty.
Laila, the queen of the trees, an angel of joy,
whose mere presence brought spirits to life.
She was beloved by all the creatures of the
woods. Her voice gave magic to sunlight.
The wind from her step brought flowers to
bloom.
One day, while Laila was dancing through
the scented grasses of the glade,
a fanciful dragonfly, on his dutiful rounds,
became enchanted by Laila's song.
Being drawn by the scent of her happiness
and after circling dizzily around her head,
he lit right on the tip of her nose and
immediately started to jig.
The sight of such glee so delighted Laila
that she broke into uncontrollable laughter.
As soon as it was heard it shattered into
thousands of tiny moonbeams and from
that, my little ones, Fairies were born.
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Spring comes, cool breeze flow
conveying the message of peace
with a pleasant and perfumed blow.
Flowers blossom with redolent fumes.
Butterflies worried for their marriage
inviting friends,with paused tune.
Linda, Sandra dress up nice,
Jean, James come with smile,
Andrea, Anne please come in time,
Devnath, don't forget your camera mobile.
Let us rush to Laila Garden, to enjoy
the decoration arranged by spring
the fragrance, main dish of party
served by pleasant wind.
Come with me to bless the couples.
Flowers are brides, butterflies are grooms.
Grass hoppers are there
to welcome us, with melodious tune.
As a beautiful tent, trees stand strong
wearing emerald crown.
To ensure our comfort, earth covered it's surface
with carpet of grass, mild golden green.
I know, you all came with gift
to show your stardom.
Don't worry, I am here
please handed it over to me
without any confusion.
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Written on 29th April, 2016
So you call yourself a rhymer,
you’re nothing but a social climber.
I got better rhymes than you in my sleep.
If you come my way accept your defeat.
I will challenge any male or female.
You're wearing the title belt now,
but look at your opponents.
Step up to me and I will knock you out,
haven't you heard about me I got clout.
I got verses and rhymes that will make your head spin,
step in the ring with me, I know for a fact that I'll win.
I ain't what you call no chump,
you’ll fall on your rump.
Listen up you brag to much,
and I got the Midas touch.
I’m the modern day Shakespeare,
someone that you just fear.
I pack a mean punch,
I’ll send you out to lunch.
Just call me Laila Ali
“I be stinging”
And zzzz’s is what you’ll
be singing.
My daughter`s budgie "Sissie" died a late night
The next morning I told her that "Sissie" was dead
With tears on her eyes and cheeks, she asked her mom
- Is "Sissie" in heaven with God and grandmother ?
- Yes, she is with God, grandmother and the angels
I answer her
Surprised at this answer, my daughter investigate
whether it was true
She walks into the room where the cage with
the budgie used to stand
After a short while, she runs back to mom....
- Mom, mom.... God has not only taken "Sissie"
- God has taken the cage too
This is a true story - - - from gold child`s mouth
dedicated to: Laila A.Mjelde
10.05.2012
A-L Andresen :9
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I thought poetry is
-name of Mesopotamia which was the first civilization to emerge in human history
-ancient cave peoples surviving life struggle
I thought poetry is
-an immortal love story of Yousuf- Zulekha, Shirin-Farhad, Laila-Majnu or Romeo-Juliet
-a telephonic or open love conversation of smiling postmodern girls
-drying wet colorful clothes of beloved in the courtyard of the house
-haring of beloved with tuberose garland before a mirror
I thought poetry is
-lizards chirping from the deserted house; cockroach flying
-quarrelsome cats in the black dark or barking dogs
-the struggle of mosquito for human blood
-traveling of the arrogant indecent animals all over the night
I thought poetry is
-thrilling venturous ghostly stories of J. K. Rowling
-self-expression of known-unknown writers
-unspoken tale of a war-wounded soldier
-the regret of the thousands of dead soldiers
-the unwritten fantasy of an isolated poet
-the lonely guitar or ektara of dead singers
I thought poetry is
-without reel tie an independent flying of a kite in the sky
-in the blue sky sovereign flapping of birds
-movement of invisible winds everywhere
-hearing story of fairytale crossing of green forest
I thought poetry is
-handmade airing of newly married girl to a new groom in lunch time
-dyed hands of nubile girls by mehndi,
-captivating sounds of jingling anklet and kamarband of dancing damsels
I thought poetry is
-classic music of Pandit Ravi Shankar
-immortal tune of Ustad Bismillah Khan's shehnai
-compilation of humanitarian lyrics of the legend Bob Marley
-heart touching reciting of the Holy Quran of Qari Abdul Basit
I thought poetry is
-unforgettable philosophical discussion of Socrates with his disciples
-the philosophic lineage of learning such as Socrates-Plato-Aristotle
-immortal scientific creations of Newton, Galileo, Einstein, Nikola Tesla, Hawking
I thought poetry is
-unremitting prayer or worship of any prevailed religion devotee to get heaven
-inhuman history of bombing on the Hiroshima and Nagasaki or brutality of 1st or 2nd World War
These all are just my thinking,
my thinking is free
on my path
but poetry is poetry,
more than any thinking, many more;
on its path
Poetry is independent fully
-June 27, 2019 Chattogram
She's pretty tough for one so small
When things get rough she stands so tall
With a bundle of Love so beautiful
Good things come in small packages
God not her farts they smell like cabbages
Or rotten little darts of poison radishes
For a life so short what she's seen
Been through lows same as me
Even grown her own branch on the family tree
As her peace gets disturbed by a little wailer
The beast who deserves her halo
My sweet little niece I Love You Laila
If you knock her down she'll buckboard bounce
In her way back up she may just pounce
If you fill her heart with Love she'll never renounce
Of all the siblings near or far
You little sister are also a star
Just don't let her near the cookie jar
She's the only little sister I have got
I'm really sorry i'd hit her and often taunt
She's the only little sister I would want!
I don't think I tell you enough Tacey
Though your heads full of "stuff" an your totally crazy
I'm so glad to be bruv, you really amaze me. Xx
A very famous champion,
an inspiring enthusiastic man was he
Who has now departed , yet is quoted,
for many pearls of wisdom
Vociferous king ,
of the boxing ring
A sports star
And such a sport too.
A motivating peace star who shot up to deserved stardom
The earth be proud of such mortal "clay"
Who swayed and reigned hearts,
as well as the pugilist's kingdom
Notes: about the boxing Great:
These below are the selected facts about Muhammad Ali that I personally found very interesting:
First of all that he had the same birthday as my beloved bro Alihur i.e 17th Jan,
The info below is copied from Wikipedia:
Muhammed Ali Clay
Other names
The Greatest
The People's champion
The Louisville lip
Children9, including Laila Ali2]
Awards
5 time Ring magazine fighter of the year3-time lineal heavyweight championSports Illustrated 'Sportsman of the Century'BBC 'Sports Personality of the Century'CSHL Double Helix Medal Honoree (2006)Presidential Citizens MedalPresidential Medal of Freedom[4]International Boxing Hall of Fame[5]Hollywood Walk of Fame[6]
Cassius Clay was born and raised inLouisville, Kentucky, and began training as anamateur boxer when he was 12 years old. At 18, he won a gold medal in the light heavyweight division at the 1960 Summer Olympics in Rome, and converted to Islam shortly afterwards. At 22, he won the WBAand WBC heavyweight titles from Sonny Liston in 1964. Clay then changed his legal name from Cassius Clay, which he called his "slave name", to Muhammad Ali, and gave a message of racial pride for African Americans and resistance to white domination during the 1960s Civil Rights Movement.[12][13]
He was known to for freestyled with rhyme schemes and spoken word poetry, boxing and as political poetry for his activism,
Little Laila was on overnight visits to Grandma
Early in the morning Grandma made Sunday breakfast
Little Laila came into the kitchen where the smell of
freshly cooked coffee, freshly baked bread....and "boiled egg"
Little Laila does not like eggs....and says to her Grandma
"I do not want eggs - do not like eggs"
But Grandma had not boiled eggs
she had farted and it smelled like eggs
Grandma got a good laugh
And I hope you will laugh at this too.... :)
True story
09.06.2012
Anne-Lise Andresen :)
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(5th in the contest)
MY DARLING VALENTINE
Oh my darling Valentine,
how you make my days o shine.
It must have been faith,
that led me to your gate.
All things we achived together,
makes me not to leave because of stormy weather.
In the name of love I pray,
for both of us to stay.
Together we are standing tall,
and never for us to feeling small.
You do never have to fear,
I always will be you near!
Written by Eirik Andresen Mjelde
A tribute and best wishes to my wife
Laila Andresen Mjelde on Valentinesday!
PS: I LOVE YOU
for dd's contest "enter any left over valentine poem you have....Any valentine poem will do"
Long soft gentle strokes confidence
on fire that makes you feel sexy
red nail polish
Entered contest by: SandyIvy Davis
Natural/nature sexy Haiku
11/10/2012 Laila Andresen M.
Mr. Anxiety man knocked on your door,
you opened, and there he was.
You slammed the door and then you realize he was still there.
He looked you in the eye, he watched you run,
you tried to hide.
Your heart almost stopped,
you tried to scream,
but your anxiety made you freeze.
You have faced the beast before,
but now before you managed to close the door,
he got his foot inside, again.
You closed your eyes and feelings,
to tell yourself that this is just your imagination,
your mind is just playing with you, but for you it's real!
You feel that he comes creeping up from behind and takes over you body,
your body starts to shiver as if he were a ghost,
your internal fights resumes, you fight for your life inside.
This is all his fault, the Mr. Anxiety man!
You are blaming him for that your tears taste so salty.
He transforms the finest rose to a faded stalk.
You will kill him in the end, you're just not ready yet.
Then it will be quiet again.
You've killed him once before!
Shhhh!
Laila Andresen Mjelde
entered Gail Doyle's contest Stranded or A Ghost Story Of Your Choice Any horror movie!!!
She was born in a upper middle class family
Laila was her name given by her father
Her father had four wives accordingly,
She was not welcomed there.
She was only a girl in that big house
Rest of them were her brothers
She had to stay inside like a tiny mouse
She was allowed to study a few letters.
Liala had a high ambistions for study
When she became fifteen
A show maker who was fourty already
Wanted to get married a girl under eighteen.
When Laila heard that news
She was collapsed from the sky
Because she had different views
She started to cry.
But her sound could never reach to her father
He was completely silent,
There was no one to support her
She lost her mother who was a serious patient
After a few days she was got married
She left her father's house forever
She was determined,
She would never come back here.
After couple of months she became pregnant,
Her husband was expecting it would be a boy
For having a boy her husband was arrogant,
But it was dead before touching the toy.
Three more times the same thing repeated,
Her husband told that it was all Lailas fault
She could't say anything but cried,
She suffered a lot before being an adult.
Dear God, honestly
our inner divine deserves only a small "g"
we need to open our eyes and do something about it
honestly, before it's too late......
Laila Andresen Mjelde 17.11.2012
When I got my hamster,
I was really happy.
I couldn't keep my happiness in.
I loved my hamster
As much it can be loved
She looked at me,
She squeaked at me!
I named her little Laila!
I kept her, and gave her love!
"A”
A
Real strong pillar woman
Super endless powers woman
Phenomenal take over the globe woman
Round the clock 24/7 woman
not A
Runway model inches of mascara woman
Heels to high to walk woman
Picture perfect Mrs. Cleaver woman
Stop watch reset clock woman
Who do I admire who do I thank who do I applaud…mirrored womAn
Enhanced senses of Keller, determination of Earhart
Flawed, realness, heart of Hepburn and Monroe
True beauty icons not pimped on billboards
Fight of Susan B. Anthony, outspoken voice of Rosa Parks
Strength of Laila Ali, heartfelt hands of AKeys, eloquence of Maya
…mirrored womAn