When your eyes get wet from within,
Ghazals mellow get from within.
The why for this one just is that
Tears well in eyes, set from within.
Clothes on washing thinner may get,
Scarce muslin fine get from within.
Doubt, mere wordsmiths make good pen,
Comes that innate skill from within.
Let smoke, like hate, smoulder for long,
It can’t emit light from within.
Each, every kind of carbon soot
Can’t like a kohl bat from within.
Sky deludes as Nature’s false roof,
Get on floor, create from within.
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Ghazal |16.11.2024| poem, poet
The sun is shining. Rays of light shine upon my skin, and my inner light within assists me in me being incandescent. I emit light. I am luminescent. Reminiscent of the morning star I shine bright, and brighter than light itself. I know myself and it is important to know thyself. I breath in the Earth's air, and I yearn for the sweet taste of my favorite fruit , a pear. The taste of the fruit tickles my tongue, and I hear myself giggle. The juice from my pear trickles down my chin, and I see I have eaten every part of the fleshy fruit, once a beaute, and now all that is left if the core. The core of me, the part of me that is central to my existence, is living. I can smell the fructose on my breath. My appetite is not pacified, but it is close.
Beneath the azure, where dreams take flight,
There lies a treasure that emit light
It's not a jewel, with sparkle and gleam,
But a radiant soul, like a timeless dream.
The beauty of her face is a wonder to design.
With a flick of her wrist, the stars would align.
A heart akin to a symphony's tune,
A melody of kindness that hums through the moon.
Alas! This treasured gift is rare.
Come and witness her magic and care.
Then your spirit shall soar,
Above the clouds, where all burdens are shared.
R-ays
O-f
S-un
E-mit
L-ight
Y-ielding
N-ewness
A-s
N-atural
T-winkle
A-nd
L-oveliness
A-bate
N-ight
Topic: Birthday of Roselyn A. Antalan (December 21)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Fundamental five virtues of wisdom, truth, goodness, justice and love
In tune with five senses of taste, smell, touch, hearing and sight
Vibrations of the five sided pyramids draw power, and emit light
Elements of water, fire, wood, metal and earth each share their worth
Simply the luckiest day of the month for one’s birth!
September 2, 2013
He sits on his throne made of cobble and bone
Pleading the 5th as his mind sets a tone
The sound is haunting as he shouts with pure moan
In the mirror he watches as he splits from his clone
Planting a seed that was plucked from his heart
A tree grows in place as it is now looking part
For He does not know why resemblence is true
As his claws emit light as it is passing through
From this tree lays an evil fruit
Pluck from thy soul he intends to remove
First bite like a kiss as if he must prove
That he is better than the spawn thats improved
Second bite knawed from his razor teeth
Blood pouring out from the center of the seed
As blood touches ground a figure will heed
Look as Satan sees himself without all the need
The clutches of hell now forming a fist
As fire emits from Satans split wrist
The end will be near for the spawn of better twist
For Satan insecurity will end all in bliss
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