ISHQ-E-VAFA
ISHQ-E-VAFA KE BADLE, HUMKO KYA MILA?
ISHQ-E-ZAFA KE BADLE, TUMKO KYA MILA?
HUM NAHIN TERE SAR-E-TAJ KE GHAFIL,
TERI RUSDO-AGAHI MEIN HUMKO SALIKA MILA.
ISHQ-E-RUSWA KE BADLE, HUMEIN ZAKHM MILA,
ISHQ-E-FANA KE BADLE, TUMHEIN BAKA MILA.
HUM NAHIN HAIN TERE SHOKH-E-ISHQ KE BANDE,
TERE RAH-E-SHOKH MEIN HUMEIN PATTHAR MILA.
SHARM-O-HAYA KE BADLE, HUMEIN ZILLAT MILA,
SHOKH-E-BEZAR KE BADLE, TUMHEIN ETIMAAD MILA.
HUM NAHIN TERE UMEED-E-FAZA KE KHILONE,
TERE FIRAAQ-E-ISHQ MEIN HUMEIN RAFTAAB MILA.
DIL-E-RUBABIYAT KE BADLE, HUMEIN RANJ MILA,
DIL-E-SHOR KE BADLE, TUMHEIN SUKOON MILA.
“RAHEMAN” SADA HAI RAFTAAB-E-HAQEEQAT PE,
TERE RAFTAAB-E-BATIL MEIN HUMEIN HAQ MILA.
RAAH-E-GULSHAN KE BADLE, HUMEIN ZEHAR MILA,
ZAKHM-O-ZAFA KE BADLE, TUMHEIN HAYA MILA.
RAHEMAN AB NAHIN RAHA MUHAJIR BANKAR,
TERE ISHQ-E-FIRAAQ MEIN HUMEIN AAINA MILA.
Wiley E Coyote
bought his gadgets from Acme
when he tried to trap the roadrunner
his gadgets always ran him over
awkward always alone Allie
bragged boastfully to baby Bertie Bill
clearly clarifying club-footed cloven Callie
deliberately deciphering dairy dung in Dickie Dill
easing eager Edgar’s electrifying entry
forever forsaking flim-flam’s frequent flam
greasing gray grannie’s gentle gentry
hardily helping herself to Harry’s hottish ham
Death defying, Wile E Coyote
Was never a real hero unlike Don Quixote
Wile E couldn’t outsmart Road Runner’s tricks
Not surprisingly he always ended up in a fix!
WILE E. COYOTE
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
With ACME’s ludicrous gadgets galore, in the desert Wile E. Coyote plots
Builds rockets and traps that his nemesis, the Roadrunner, inevitably spots.
*“Beep! Beep!” Road Runner zips past with a dare, and with a tumble and crash
Wile onto the desert does splat; undaunted, he sends ACME more cash.
Poem written for and submitted to Cartoon Characters Clerihew Poetry Contest, Tania Kitchen, sponsor, August 11, 2025
*Note:“Beep! Beep!” This onomatopoeia is commonly associated with the Road Runner in Looney Tunes cartoons featuring the speedy-yet-flightless bird and his constant pursuer, Wile E. Coyote.
(Source: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beep,_beep_(sound))
apparently, an angelic apparition appeared
bedraggled beauty befuddling and beguiling Beau
crafty cadaverous creature credibly crème de la crème
deceptively decent, deferential, deliberately delicate
effortless easing efficacious etiquette and eloquence
fancied phantom fascinating fawns and fey in fairyland
~E B LIKE
E b like
No one cares
No one shares
Where is the love of man?
E B like
No one know the way
No one cares
Won’t even say, hey
But God’s love His grace is
God’s unmerited favor and love
Is more than man’s love?
His compassion and forgiveness
We deserve punishment
E B like
No one know the way
No one cares
Won’t even say, hey
But God’s love His grace is
He’s the only one whom cares
E B like
English verse
8/5/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025©
I Once Warned Ai
That It's Very
Suggestive:
To Cl-Ai-m A
Pregnant Camel
Has Three
Humps.
Humor Is
Simple-E Magic.
-Gray Squirrel
07-23-2025
I have a question (if you'll allow).
How is it that I came to this place now?
My life's path continued to where
below my feet there is only air;
and, the sad thing is, I cannot fly.
At this point, I guess I'll have to try.
As the heat subsided
A cool grayness crept in
Exhausted shadows slept
Limp leaves exhaled hope
Open windows inhaled it
Delirious damaged and deranged
Elusive, reclusive, psycho character
Frenzied, frantic, stalker
Grasping disillusioned damaged dreams
Haphazardly handling his harrowing emotions
Beautiful bonfire
Orange feverish flames
Notable memories
Fireside confidences and conversations
Illustrious shooting flames of oranges
Restful meditative ambiance unseen in other places
Excited campers singing songs in unison
She blooms alone where silence holds the sky,
A tender grace no daring soul has known.
Her gaze is soft, her head is held so high—
A queen within a quiet world, enthroned.
No boastful light, no cry for passing praise,
She walks beneath the noise, untouched, serene.
Her modest charm outshines the sun’s bold rays,
Yet fear keeps hearts from where her steps have been.
They see her not—the ones who look in fear,
For depth and calm are threats to shallow minds.
Unloved, not for her lack, but crystal-clear
Strength wrapped in grace the insecure won’t find.
She is a bloom the world may not deserve,
Yet still she stands, with silence as her nerve.
F I r e burns, blazes
with vigour and energy ,
furious, outrageous,
dazzling in rigorous flames,
exhausting fuel, turning c r u e l.
p r l n
Also, enchanting flares in. ~~~s a k i g
in glaze and glare.
Primitive fire in Cosmic Explosion
Hydrogen is burning in fire ball Sun :
Prime source of Energy providing life on Earth
Molecules breaking into those of Helium
in Nuclear Fusion.
F I R E flights with frear,
makes mind clear
ignites dormant desires,
strengthens soul,
puts head higher.
F I R E The P U R I F I E R
The T in talent are pieces of tampered glass
Subjugated under capitalism,
And meticulously carving out worthlessness
on the talented's carcass.
The A stands for all the crumbs of appreciation
You collect along your way, feeding your right and just pride
Humbled by a dilemmatic correlation
of efforts and proudness.
The L is tricky, which maybe the love
Or the life that seeps into you through your work,
The ingenuity dies as L extinguishes,
and you will bear the blame of the consequences.
Once you are done loving, you get greeted with E.
The empathetic reign you have grown from flesh and dust
Withers and begs for sympathy, waiting patiently
for a high class judgement from the unnamed jury.
All the nihilistic N you preached,
Comes down to your questioning of moralism,
What great have you achieved with your nothingness,
compared to someone sewing life with devotion?
The T in talent stands for the time
A soul wastes on fixing the tampered glass,
But someone like you who knows how to stand up,
start with talent tomorrow, a journey from zero regardless.
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