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Eternal Best Friend Forever
Eternal, everlasting, enduring one God without end
Joins me in jubilant jumping up worship jubilee
Spirit sends a scented sunrise of newborn surprises in songs
Miracles made manifest in majestic melodies
Healer when regret harnesses my hobbled heart,
When I lose luminosity in lightless valleys of shame,
Arms opened wide to the abiding, the ageless anthem;
Best friend forever – I feast on flowing fountains of forgiveness
Gracious gift of grace granted to gyrating inspiration
Sweet sanctuary of sleepy serenades ‘neath slumberless stars
Pictures of hearts pirouette in my praise - parading through my pen;
My constant companion, creator, close colleague of comfort
Pensive I ponder your playfulness – knowing my pleas pledge a peace poem;
Savior of my soiled spirit, of sinners and saints – lover of my soul
My thankfulness throbs – tingling thrill - twirling into my thanksgiving
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Mercy
of
the
earth's
Creator
to
Mankind
Possessor
and
bringer
of
healthy
body
and
sound
mind
Guard
of
the
guardless
on
the
right
path
Light
to
the
lightless
on
the
path
of
truth
Saviour
of
my
soul
from
the
torment
of
hell
A
place
full
of
horror
no
mouth
can
tell.
Guider
of
my
soul
towards
Paradise
A
place
so
full
of
honey,
milk
and
rice.
Those
who
believe
in
you
have
you
to
cherish
Cos
they
know
if
not
they
wil
have
to
perish.
I
pray
to
mine
and
your
Creator
To
make
me
leave
you
not
my
saviour!
You
don't
have
to
travel
a
league
or
a
legion
To
know
Islam
is
the
best
religion!
In an old vineyard
When Jesus was just a lamb
His coat eight years old
Working with the chaste Joseph
His father and guide
As the beloved Mary
Kneeled and prayed to God
In their small and humble home
A visitor came
Golden and shining brightly
Like beams of sunlight
Shooting through the home’s window
Shooting from heaven
Shooting down from the clear heights
Mary beheld him
Thinking he was her young son
Putting off his coat
With gentleness the child said
“Where is dear Jesus
My dear brother and brave twin
I want to meet him”
Mary never responded
In fearful blindness
Thinking he was a phantom
From the lightless depths
Rather than light from the heights
She seized his right arm
And tied his arm to the foot
Of the worn, torn bed
Not wishing to scare her more
He remained at peace
Not saying a single word
During this event
Jesus held an empty branch
Observing the wood
As if it were a mirror
Soon he heard Mary
Jabbering in confusion
With tears raining down
In this dim storm of wailing
Jesus heard the words
Breaking through the whirling clouds
“A phantom has come
Dressed in golden apparel
Dressed in bright lightning
Saying “Where is dear Jesus
My twin and brother
I desire to see him”
Joseph please help me”
Only Jesus saw the light
And heard the thunder
For he had wise eyes to see
And had ears to hear
He proclaimed with holy strength
“Mother, where is he
So that I may see the light
Or should I wait here
Waiting for the bright sunlight
To break through this storm”
Jesus said these words in joy
Joseph was startled
Mary wiped away her tears
They entered the house
And found the spirit at peace
Still bound to the bed
Both the parents looked at him
Then looked at Jesus
And found them to be the same
Mary walked further
And unloosed the child angel
He bowed to Mary
He and Jesus said no words
For they were brothers
They hugged with their gentle arms
Gave a holy kiss
The angel child disappeared
For he and Jesus
Became one white pearl of light
Thus the empty branch
Bloomed with delicious almonds
Bloomed with holy life
Thus this town was sanctified
Crowned with golden, shining grace
Poem based on the account from the ancient apocryphal book The Pistis Sophia, Chapter 61.
A salutory observation, to billionaire deletes, and devourers . ? Er leaders
Of their Nations.? Who are black in sin
Now satans kin..Awaiting destruction
Awaiting is it pain.? The rending of the
Souls in the lightless hell hole.' No measure of depth.' No rights there no-thing, ahead or
Left.! Or way to turn..As denied desires
White hot burn, yet you will not see that
Intensitiy isolation is in the cosmic reach
The ultimate lessons there ( you will teach ) you will apply the torture to what
Was once a soul..You will exist in regret
And be digested whole.' The scenes of joy
You might have known sealed off from
Where' will be your home, if you think the
Twisting of desire is a pain while here? then i
Have some news..Its bad no fear.! As you
Try to deliver your self your desires on
earth and find no real satisfaction..
Once there its well?? In un-measure infernally worse.'
April
This month is the fourth, an illusion
New feelings, imagined perspectives
Lie, only dream, a recurring phenomenon
Nothing else, nothing special, trapped life
Yes, life radiates from the swamp, dark light
Swamp vapor is a sharp darkness. Dark sharpness
This is my April. Walking in a lightless landscape
There is sunshine, bird chirping, new greens, spring life
A bench is still there, in life, in my life, a loved place; love
I'm just sitting there, remembering the past, here the first time
Time, the evil guard, soldier of the passing time, killer of my life
Good to remember the deleted and destroyed theatre of shine
It is so far an illusion, it is so far this illusion, time got past
Time is April, but rolling film reels from the past, months, years, times
This bench is a time. The lake is a life. Names on bench. They passed away
I found them on my smartphone. Lived in London. Here. Not too far. Artists
Their life was noble. Man and woman. I respect their marriage. I sat on their bench.
Goodbye April
Goodbye time
Goodbye present
Goodbye life
Spring life, feeling
Birds are singing
Lives again lives
The sky is blue
Time, time
Don’t do this
Please
My life is far
Goodbye
My True Love
You have come into my life like the spring,
Stay in my heart forever as love
You are setteled into my eyes ,the answer to a thousand dreams,
Stay in my heart forever as love
Each flower bud was veiled, it had yet to be poured into colors ie, blossom
And the winds were neither lively nor fragrant
Now what an intoxicating season has come upon us!
You have come into my life like the spring,
Stay in my heart forever as love
The city of my spirit was empty: the branches lay dry and withered
The city of light Karachi was lightless & colourless.
You became the rain, and pattered down
My Future partner, my true lover, be by my side always
This world will change, but don't you change ever
Remain with me till the last breath of my Life.
Decorate my forehead in the guise of a thousand stars
You have come into my life like the spring,
Stay in my heart forever as love
If I get angry, then console me
Now that you have accepted me, now keep your word
Do not leave me after making so many dreams with me.
True love is a sacred flame.
That burns eternally.
And none can dim its special glow
Or change its destiny.
True love speaks in tender tones
And hears with gentle ear,
True love gives with open heart.
And true love conquers fear.
True love makes no harsh demands
It neither rules or nor binds ,
And true love will hold with gentle hands
The heart that it entwines.
I am with you Always
As you hold me close in memory.
Even though we are apart,
My spirit will live on ,
There within your heart….
I am with you Always
When you lean on trusted friends
And their caring hugs enfold you,
Within their loving arms,
I will be there to hold you….
I am with you Always
And Beyond the Far Horizons .
When we will finally be together.
Where love will be eternal.
And life will last forever.
I am with you Always.
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran
I’m so greedy,
I’m nothing but a monster,
Reading stronger then I should,
Someone like me shouldn’t be loud,
I’m just a weak and honest fool they said,
But it was Beacues of them I became greedy.
Greedy for eyes,
Greedy for attention,
GREEDY ONLY ON STAGE,
When i perform on the stage,
I hope for nothing but one goal,
TO DEVOUR EVRY SHRED OF LIGHT,
To leave you all blind and lightless like me,
Like me when I’m not on stage like this now,
I plan to be the only light you’ll look at all show.
I know I’m greedy,
But that’s only because I’m pathetic,
A sin born from there up-comings.
-Kitsuko Dragonstar
A fast drive through highway
speeds a country landscape.
Music blares loud, gliding on wheels,
with windows down, worries dwindle.
A fantasy flies in a pastel sky.
A bottle of soda opens
a cocktail of champagne,
to drive off that bridge on to that lake...
to slip over that cliff on to that water.
Grip of steering wheel maneuvers
zigzag chasms of adulterated dreams.
Skidding sideways on jagged stones,
lightless lanes, murky headlights dim.
Rules of traffic and chasing police,
fine for parking and driving wrong side.
Potholed roads in ramp of Life's ride,
Love sits close on left and behind.
Journey of survival is a Driver of Victory,
Rear view and Windshield to see along,
till a Red Light says, Stop, you've won it all.
Dated 14th June 2019
Sponsor Julia Ward
Contest -Driver of Victory
All the bold and strong
wilt when left alone,
any African Violet puts them to shame
for such hardy blooms thrive in the shade.
The mighty, the celebrated, need the sun
the very same sun that shines on us all,
they crave the bright light only for themselves,
that is why -
when they find themselves un-illumined,
they may turn into a little Hitler
or some other needy grim reaper.
Even poets go mad
when the world acclaims them too much,
see how they scribble in the gloom
of a lightless moon,
see how they ponder upon their genius
growing darker and weaker
day by day,
word by every anemic word.
silenced may be the words of she
yet through the echoes of minds she walks
with the weave of thoughts you let her in
where shadows of night behold her beauty
she'll wind down paths you may not like
make no sense in the suspense of these or the
whereas darkness plagues like lightless night
yet you listen to what she sternly speaks of
until tears rain from a mind that's cloudless
and emotions peak like blades in spring's climes
your mind, it bleeds like morning rise and
your eyes, now opened wide, appear less starry
then these clouded overhead darkened skies
your mind less blank, your paper now full, and
your muse herself ... she spilled it all
ruthless, relentless, that's
emotionless at best
you shiver at what she speaks of
in the depths of thoughts so dark
yet you awake from her grasp and
see a clouded mind more bright!
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Lord Byron – She Walks in Beauty