1 o'clock morning morning moonrise shining, poetry in my mind. Is it a sign of a masterpiece? What will I ever be besides a poet. I write to right the songs. I am a poet. I think I know I show it. Nothing more than expert experience and exceptionality in my reality. Aah! Chilly out here in the brisk night atmosphere
Categories:
exceptionality, city, dark, moon, night,
Form: Free verse
Such beautiful clarity is within my life line
No longer asphyxiated by darkness I'm fine
Experiences come frequently with bold exceptionality
I find myself expertly escorted into a new spirituality
Giving and receiving affection on the most simplest of terms
Finding flowing Infinity with perfectly banked turns
Finding deep tranquility in the here and now
Giving my ideal love to all that let me show them how
This has never been a journey without darkening
But in all those that have crossed my path what I've learned has been starkening
With all the words spoken that I've sealed with a kiss
All the verses to paper that my pen does never miss
If your reading this then I humbly invited you
To see the reflection in what I write too
Feel it's meaning as if it was meant for your eyes only
For I possess enough love for the entire world to never again be lonely
Categories:
exceptionality, appreciation, care, cheer up,
Form: Lyric
S ubsequent period of flashbacks sunbath my heart
Acccosted my adjourned remembrance: got me intermittent
More laughter in disguise not to divulge the obscure
Stormed me in the cloud of memories that trigger apparently
Oh until those seem concerned appaer treacly
Nagging in the hospital of less or no patient
At your own best, your presence were felt to a fault
Krugerrand in making with no jetney-like behaviour
In no reluctancy of delegating resp. to Ina
No one has the great and genuine love shown after demise
When will there be menopause?
Ullage of good turn around preserve us
Most awesome possibility equisitely manage the emotional tug-of-war
It will take exceptionality to discover them in my treasure chest
OLABOSOYE_RIP
Categories:
exceptionality, art, crazy, death, deep,
Form: Acrostic
When you step back from the painting
and an exactness appears
being just as it is
inexplicable
then add nothing
or the soul of the image will be lost.
The ghost in the canvas
has revealed the ghost in your mind.
It has come through to be
an exceptionality.
When that happens
throw the brush away.
Categories:
exceptionality, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The mostly read book
What are in it all are true
Writer has challenged
No one has found any fault yet
Such great book only one in earth.
Categories:
exceptionality, truth,
Form: Tanka
Folding myself everyday with new looks
Changing my psyche every day, at each case,
It’s you, just you, who melted me
As the wax is liquefied each day
Without any exceptionality.
To make new shapes, new look;
As the artist wishes to heap all over again,
And proof his own creativity he regained;
Are you such an artist, to unfold me always?
Is it love that kept still me in your cage?
Or, is it my weakness as I’m afraid of being free?
I don’t know- still why do I trust or rely on thee!
I’m unaware of thy soul, thy cruel personality,
I dare to know why I embrace this comical brutality.
I feel, my weakness brings you fun and immense strength,
Providing you capital to create your art for bringing fame.
My question is, why me? Why have you chosen me?
Is it for-I don’t have a soul anymore, who will feel shame or infamy?
Tasmina Hayat Khan
8th November 2015
Categories:
exceptionality, character, confusion, for him,
Form: Ballad
Never Trust Statisticians...
They say that lightning never hits the same spot twice
Ha! I’d laugh at that if I could.
I lived my life, an exception to the rule
Never falling into stereotypes.
Yet I lived happy with my exceptionality.
Now I cry “Alas that I had to be so different!”
As I made my way home through a crashing thunderstorm,
Lightning hit the ground in front of me
And threw me off my feet.
“Whew!” I thought in vast relief, and rolled back on my knees.
Happy-go-lucky then, I began a whistling tune.
Feeling safe and secure in statistics,
I went on my merry way.
Alas, alack! I took one step and ZAP!
The lightning bolt hit twice.
Categories:
exceptionality, death, funny, nature, parody,
Form: Epitaph
A beautiful Flower is growing here
In the sunny, and neat, and tidy place.
Its leaves and petals seem fine and clear.
I dream to pick it gently and embrace.
But the Flower doesn’t belong to me,
And someone else will enjoy its odor.
Someone’s hands planted it under the tree
In the fresh, crystal clear air.
I can’t resist its exceptionality,
And leave it indifferently, and go on.
I look at it with curiosity
While it seduces me in the sun…
Categories:
exceptionality, life, love, flower, flower,
Form: Lyric