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Can I be a constant feature
Set you on your path
Guide you when you unawares
And watch you as you toil
Can I be a conscience
Help you on your growth
Your constant life companion
From a distance dazed by eyes
I can be your confidence
When words of tears stream into focus
As a compass I can offer you hope
of a brighter wind at sea
Let me be your gold-plated armour
Protect you as you draw to slumber
When life showers with its endlessness
I'll bear the blows discreetly
I am the one you look to
but yet you cannot see
The one who lights your path so gently
yet you can only behold of me in the darkness
My light does not create you
but yet keeps you in sustain
Rotating about your limited universe
From conception till your biddings breath
I write to you this evening
To remind you plain and clear
That although by day I may be hidden
Yet in the deserts night i can be seen
Don't be puzzled at this letter
As my intentions have been clear
You're the love I seek from a vast plane
Consistently yours, Mr Moon
When the egg yolk sun vanishes away
And the crimson of heaven begins to decay
Moon ascends to the throne of sky
Now fully mature, she is using her strength to untie
Fairies constrained in space by cosmic power___
Finally free, they all take out their wands in delight
Silver fibers spring out from those wands
And cover like a magical shield, the whole wide world
They reaches the Earth and the silvery shield remains intact
Which brings to life even the dormant creatures of the Earth
Earth's inhabitants welcome the ethereal beings,
And In the best possible way, do their biddings
Wind blows through woods to play the music along
The Leaves which sing the most bewitching song
Flowers unleash all their Aromas
Awakening the fireflies from their fortnight coma
But Sea is cold to them like Neptune
For she is in love only with the Moon
And she will dance for the queen of Night
Like a mad maiden in a very huge gown
She rises and falls, rises and falls... oddly
Struggling to somehow abandon her body
To enter the spirit world and to embrace____
The Moon just like matter sucked by black hole in space
So, she dances furiously in complete ecstasy
And never gets tired even for once
In the silver cold magical light
I too watch the show as a spectator, but silent
And my heart gets filled with magic and joy
It goes on and on until the Dawn
turns the silver dark to Crimson again
Horizon ignites...
Moon becomes invisible to sights
Fairies are called back
And the sea finally halts...!
__________________
(Paghunda Zahid
July 31st, 2020)
(placed 1st
in COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (10)any form any theme, sponsored by: Brian Strand)
In America,
every major election year
or cycle promises the electorate
to be the most important election
in the history of the country; that
there has never been a more crucial
time to make one's voice heard.
Every generation
appears to believe that
it is the greatest generation,
and none before the one in existence
had greater causes, challenges, or
issues to control, conquer, or defeat.
Let's leave it to God
and the historians to decide on
Who or what is the greatest generation?
There was once a king named David
who gathered and appointed to his
staff those who had 'understanding
and knowledge of the times'. May our
present would-be leaders do the same.
Notwithstanding, perhaps the real question
to those of us who happen to be in the present
generation is, "What role are we to play?".
Am I just here to be affected by and simply
experience whatever is set before me?
I think not. As we stand at the crossroads,
positioned to make a move, may God give us
'insight and understanding of our times'.
Moreover, do I, or am I to know if I
have been placed in this arena, in this
kingdom, on this planet, for such a time as this?
I believe that, indeed, each of us has been uniquely
placed and positioned by God to do His bidding.
God's call and biddings would apply to
any people of any nation. From where I sit,
in America, there is no doubt that a puzzling
stage has been set for each of us to step upon
and exercise what God has said in our hearts.
011924PS
Porous pride sucked sassy strength leased
b' bounty biddings hoisted hurls greased.
"f two cods, crushed contentions dangled -
their salient stances 'n' hexed dribbles.
Quoth th' first t' twain bis, "Oft would you grudge?
Knowing that ere thou wert torn trudge
hoisted horizon "f pain punctured.
Why ergo thou'rt "n offshoot "f fractures?"
Torn twain b' lanky liquor smitten
which behove with erst ñ ill'sion driven,
hewn haggard syllables 'n' did robe
fractured folly 'n gullible glows.
Anon skipped torn twain like gazelle,
treading lands as waves - lured limbs hexed.
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Note:
a) of damp drunkards
b) Written apace with Middle English lexis:
i) Hexed - Charmed
ii) Quoth - said
iii) twain - two
iv) bis - twice
v) oft - often
vi) ere - before
vii) wert - were
viii) ergo - then
ix) thou'rt - You're
x) behove - suited
xi) erst - first
xii) Anon - Immediately
xiii) Cods - Men
c) The following are used with no syllabic consequences:
i) b' - by
ii) "f - of
iii) 'n' - and
iv) th' - the
v) t' - to
vi) 'n - in
vii) ñ - on
viii) "n - an
Yore was pulpy pride hoisted oft
that tactic ticker toppled
'n' was absorbed - la-de-da lotion.
"f such tiding tamed Satraps puncture.
Quoth would damp dell conception b'rrowed
when "f voluptuous voyage time "t m' throw.
"Pride thy empress 's", her contention -
felon fury fostered fusion.
But now metamorphosis thrives;
callous cave "f pride - agora sliced.
Damp death with apt biddings had skipped,
b' drooling death borne t' apt azure yond rill.
Pious 'pirit "f YHWH shut callous cave.
'n' ere agora stands I, wits' slave.
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Note:
a) of mystic me.
b) Written apace with the Middle English lexis:
i) yore - long ago
ii) oft - often
iii) quoth - said
iv) dell - a lady
v) agora - place of gathering
vi) azure - unclouded sky
vii) yond - beyond
viii) ere - before
c) The following are used with no syllabic consequences:
i) 'n' - and
ii) "f - of
iii) "t - at
iv) m' - me
v) 's - is
vi) b' - by
vii) t' - to
viii) 'pirit - spirit
d) Poet's vocabulary:
i) The word "YHWH" is represented as a syllable in the poem.
The bard’s tale begins here, without remedy,
This telling of here is, there is, and tomorrow is,
Predestined works of meticulous perception,
A prophetic hunter searching inside the anecdotal,
Over uncountable eons for his vague lucidity,
An eremitic nomad perceiving his journeys path,
Being sculpted and painted upon times medium,
Recurrently seduced by the thirst of obligation,
Into the pinnacle of death’s unabated progression,
Quintessential holy man distorted by august lunacy,
Avant-garde purpose and innate coolness,
A prophet of constant deviating certainty,
An amalgam of the inevitable impetus of here and then,
Derived from the presage of opportunity,
Distinguished by fate to eternally struggle,
As a combatant upon the fields of our history,
Revered triumphancy amongst pain ridden turmoil,
Swathed in esteem and overwhelming omnipotence,
The divine sojourner moves ever forward to eternity,
Polished in the ineffable glow of foresight,
He continues down the pathway to do his biddings
He takes a lone journey leaving out everyone
He looks right, left and right again
Searching out for the faces in sight
He sneaks in the shield of darkness
With smacking and drooling lips
And lustful bulging eyes
Mirroring only scrumptiousness
Unable to wrest his mind’s biddings
He muffles his mumbling conscience
And swoops and heists to the coffers
Scooping the sweats of another’s brow
Smiling derisively with a shaming glow
Today he leaves his heart to rehearse the schemes
Seeing already the bounty bought by the trip
He traces his route to his routine ride
And seeks out to cover the tracts
But the unforeseen scene he ditched, sets in
His hands is trapped in the cookie jar
Everyone is drawn in to the hidden story
A hackneyed love,
now I know,
my heart's a treasure,
I say no more.
your eyes on the chequebook
like ice on a cake,
none you give but loads you take,
Dear you made it look grotesque.
act like a fool I did,
to please your evil deeds,
or more like sweating and bleeding,
a prisoner to your biddings.
you could have said at least
that inside you were a beast,
an argument without closed fists
is not a thing on your list.
using torture as a weapon,
to use my heart as a coupon,
because you knew all the loopholes,
to steal my love was your call.
although true love never dies,
this one was killed by your lies,
it's wise to say enough,
a hackneyed love.
Beware the Jabberwocky my dear…
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
He hunts the innocently late White Rabbit.
And now the Jabberwocky’s searching for little Alice…
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
He craves fresh flesh and lusts for steaming blood.
And now the Jabberwocky’s searching for little Alice…
Will there be a champion to fight him?
He craves fresh flesh and lusts for steaming blood.
The Jabberwocky came through the tulgey wood
Will there be a champion to fight him?
All those in his path have died.
The Jabberwocky came through the tulgey wood
His actions, the Red Queen’s biddings..
All those in his path have died…
Beware the Jabberwocky, my dear...