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brown eyes that sparkle in the sun
inspires me to take turns i thought
i would never take
i thought surely that there must have
been some kind of mix-up in God's Master
Plan
however i never questioned or challenged
his logic, meaning, or purpose
instead i just go with it and let the unsung
art of presented discovery overtake the
homebody philosophy which was my norm
when i just let go my eyes became saucers
of surefire delight
there were times when i had to pinch myself
and wear green for personal reassurance
now i live life happily with my head in clearer
clouds
instead of searching for a temporary escape, i
now search for the second, third, fourth, fifth
take and beyond.....
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There is a difference between what is wrong and what is right.
World War Two was fought by men and women who were prepared
to die for our way of life.
These people lived in a world that we at best can try to understand.
They stared into the eyes of death and died fighting evil to defend
the hopes, beliefs and the children of this land.
I see a man who lived in a world I did not know. Though relatives of
mine were there with him defending all we know. Their stories always
recalled with a solemn painful sorrow. Not a hint of hatred or racism,
just not prepared to let evil overthrow.
The life this man has seen. Stood up to fight one of histories most
evil regimes. The people he will have seen and known, some of those
smiles never came back home. Now he walks for charity. Raises millions
for the health service of this country. I can not find the words to state
my pride for his selfless dignity.
This man is everything right about this country. Though some would
use the spirit of his memory to forward their own philosophy. Can you see
the wrong and right without staring too intently? The real hero who fought
for our country being a soldier for the health service we all need.
Or is it just me?
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I do not know?
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I do recall to the best of my ability,
as such dreams
Such a day, along with highs and lows
Lows as in the weather climate, or wither slightly
rain with the sun anonymously seeking forecast by least
Least it's not forecasting bad philosophy and
"ha hum" you get the analysis,ect, (hopefully)
Hopefully,
this days tribulation to such goodness may
forecast dreams such as labeling
Such of an awful day hastening catalyst dreams
Dreams beyond and above,
considering challenging theories
upon thy self exploring as such
Such dreams may be explored by
nightmares or sweet dreams by as such
Dreams of the opposite noun describing this
open channeling of (un) or just conscious(ly)
Conscious(ly) your mind cycling at different speeds of
light you cant avail
Avail your day, you cant
as for availability towards being dominant
of somewhat inquiry within a degree
Degree, (excuse me), I
meant "Do you agree?"
Agree
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Concerto of the Enchanting Night
Arabic Poem by: Fadhil Aziz Farman *
Translated Into English by:
Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
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You suggest the songs
And leave me deep
In the splendor of the rhythm and melody.
Drag my day out of the dream to wakefulness
I have not known
But the philosophy of dreams
In all my days.
You suggest the songs
And leave me floating in a wave of fragrance
Showered down By Lynol Ritchie
With his love songs
Or by Yanni with his tunes.
And dance
Do the tango
Do the waltz
Do the ballet or the jerk dance
Dance as you please
Or spin around the Earth-pole,
O symbol of amazing taste,
Rouser of lightning in the sky,
And crown of all beauties.
Here I am intoxicated
By the melody pulsating in your figure
And by the bashful roses
On your cheeks,
O sweet wine in my chalice and my vats.
You suggest the songs
And at the end of the round
Put your head on my chest,
O child of my poems,
And listen to my heart singing them
With the virgin tears of joy
Flowing down the violin’s cheek.
You suggest the songs
You suggest the melody
And hint the sweet words
They’ll come to you
Then hold me to your chest like a child.
I will need your ear
To whisper to you
All that baffles my heart
And my tongue
You suggest the songs
And strew them
Such as roses
On the desert of my life.
What remains for us
Of all our years,
But joy
Strewn like roses
And like dew
On the seconds?
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Translated by Em. Prof. Inaam Al-Hashimi
USA
* Fadhil Aziz Farman is a poet from Iraq
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The original poem in Arabic https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10202962662165969&set=p.10202962662165969&type=1&theater
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there are a thousand ways I can express my love
hurting you is not one of them
But every man woman and child need someone
Just to think things out find a way to overcome
unhappiness to suffer some trials and tribulation
Not forever but only for a moment so in the end we can find ourselves make our life better
Ask for in a relationship not forward but only for a moment so in the end a man can find himself make his light and with the woman beloved forever happy you are that woman
It can be there can be no such apathy
there can't be there just can't be so much empathy
there are not too many people happy
and naughty enough children laughing
where is all of this philosophy apathy
To give a smile is more valuable than gold
they're always be there will always be so
there always will be, there will always be
Apathy they are not enough people lovers loving
Instead darling they are hating and hurting
that just not me to give love is me
the greatest gift a man a man can give
I am told there are no other women
there can be No Other Love I can't be condensed
I don't intentionally mean to hurt you
because darling I love you
I just have to think things out
find a way to overcome this unhappiness and doubt
suffer some trials and tribulation
Alone not forever but only for a moment
so in the end in I can finally make a difference in this life
and the woman he loves forever happy there can be
there can be no such apathy
it can't be there's just can't be so much apathy
there are not so many people happy
and not enough children laughing
you give a smile is more valuable than gold
to give love to someone is beautiful I'm told
4/24/75
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 1975, 2019
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