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i saw you standing next to a wall
keen i've seen you
collected dark shy
wiry tall
so i picked you up
took you home
you just wanted someone to hold
that's what you told me
so i was onto you from the start
knew right away
you'd pull and pick me apart
i've got a cast iron around my heart
from days before i knew so well
guys like you
they made life hell
and tears of sorrow
in my eyes swell
and oh i know it's just as well
you'll get yours someday
this is getting old
outsold again and again old
just temporary
ordinary me
i can't make you hang around
i'll throw myself away
just look at me
my misery
a non-stop flow
since infancy
temporary
ordinary me
one night
ruined everything that's al right
i did not request a ring
anyway
not much left to say
it's all over and done with
should've been
could've been
would've been
more prepared
this time a little harder to read
your wants and my needs
you were a catch but i don't care
you only wanted someone to have fun with
then run away
flashing your dashing
doting, taunting, grin
i quit playing this impossible game
no stakes to claim
they're just too high
and i never win
just temporary
ordinary me
i can't make you hang around
i'll throw myself away
just look at me this tragedy
it started with your flattery
just temporary
ordinary me
i found it's better i'm alone
i got a grip
handle it
no waiting for the phone
to say your name
i keep on i write words
that speak my regret and my shame
there is nothing good
guys like you bring
girls like me
just deprive me
drive me kicking and screaming back to square one in a self-medicating
therapy it's over me
and under me i'm done with writing poetry
to get on forget
get over it and let
it roll on and just be gone
because you don't suffer
like i do
half my fault for trusting in
you
just temporary
ordinary me
i can't make you hang around
or stop you when you stray
just look at me
miss fancy free
you smooth talked it
right from under me
and held me close
and kissed me right
with eyes glued shut
i closed mine tight
but now i quit
put my foot down
i swear to it
i'm passionate
i'm not temporary
far from ordinary
you're deaf and dumb
and lost if you can't see
this new a little wiser version
of me.
Form:
This is a tale of love so rare the kind both lost and found,
A story too big to keep inside or even on the ground.
As I traveled the road on my way to work one day,
I read a sign that I saw, to see what it had to say.
On the overpass was left the sweetest note that could ever be,
Someone had painted “I love Marv” for all the world to see.
It was a message too big and real for on a tree to carve,
And I thought that this must be some great guy this lucky guy named Marv.
To evoke such a passionate message to be left on an overpass,
He must be quite a guy and now it seemed he’d gotten quite a lass.
Her unmatched love has caused her now to risk both life and limb,
To dangle the edge while tempting fate to leave this note for him.
Such loving dedication is in this world too seldom seen,
But it is what we are all searching for in this land of broken dreams.
There was something new a few days later when I traveled across this road,
I saw there was a change to the sign and to the message that it told.
It seems that overnight the V in Marv had somehow grown a tail,
Now a Y was there in its place and could be seen from the trail.
The sign it seemed was now dedicated to a lovely girl named Mary,
Marv’s love for her displayed, I hoped, would never need to vary.
It was a great thing and it warmed my heart when I thought of their plan,
To honor each other and dedicate their love by using a store bought spray paint can.
And even though this lucky Marv had only made one mark,
His love was real and could be measured as coming from his heart.
And I’d hoped for them that their love was a long and lasting bet,
This single dash Romeo and his spray can totting Juliet.
But it seems that Marv’s efforts weren’t fulfilling for his one true Mary,
A single swipe from him just wasn’t enough for her wavering love to carry.
Soon after there appeared a change to what the sign had to say,
The Y had grown a leg to the right and it was now turned into a K.
It seems that Mary’s love of Marv must have only been a lark,
For now her heart was given to some other guy named Mark.
Poor Marv, I thought, his heart must have shattered just like glass,
But that’s what you get when your love is displayed upon an overpass.
Young and Old: It is time to
wake up; Young America, there comes a moment in life were it is coherent
that the close eye's of supply and demand will offer a challenge that shall seperate the boy's
from the Man's. And to add to this remark, Women, whether you are white, black, red or what
ever choice that place's you in the catagory of demand. Your emotional fortitude alway will be
an issue, the supplie's of your womanhood, is that the challenge's of tomorrow supercedes
any challenge's of yester-year's because the cause's of determination are often misunder-
stood when both sexes's think they are above their nature and their attitude is to be conc-
ieve as "good". But, "It's not about You". Old, middleage or new, a generation of viper's it is
not about you, not about the clothe's you wear or the self proclaim existence of your supply
and demand. He spoke everything into its proper order of importence, now the evil beast
[satin] and the self centered thought's of people's, have the forces of impurity been given to
a society that's compel to do what they want too do. "Is that You".
Satin: has taken over the Churche's: God created life: Mankind in its procurement to out-do
the essence of God himself, have accepted an abonminable disrespect unto himself and who
are the one's that suffer: Our Churche's, as an uppity blandent society of worshipper's, that
knows no God, has allow itself that the place of worship has become a dend of permissive be-
haviour. "It's not about You". It's about God (Jehovah) the name of Emanuel speake's that he
is the Lord of everything. And the attitude of the peoples can not change one thing. With eye's
wide open and the spirit of love is resussited in generation upon generation recieving the
blessing of the Son; Young and Old, Shout-Out the cidditiness from your lungs. Accept and
believe. "He is the One".
Let the Bible speak's: Forasmuch as ye know that ye were not redeem with corruptible
1 Peter 1 18-19 thing's, as silver and gold, from your vain conversation recieved
by tradition from your fathers: But with the precious blood of
Christ, as of a lamb without blemish and spot:
~
She looked in the mirror, a frown on her face,
her mind filled with worry and fear
The sorrow she wears, she just can't erase,
her cheek finds the loneliest tear
For beauty it seems, at least to her eye,
passed her up as it made its way through
She knows it is fact, reflections don't lie,
she wished she was somebody new
She walks down the street, her chin to her chest.
with nothing to offer her joy
When then she does see, a calico vest,
worn perfectly snug, by a boy
"Hello," she now hears, she cannot refute,
his smile it could light up the dark
"I'm new here in town, I think you are cute,
can I walk with you down to the park?"
Her heart skipped a beat, this just cannot be,
there must be another behind
Now peering around, no other to see,
at least that her lost eyes can find
"Um hi", she replied, "yes, that would be nice,"
while thinking herself quite a mess
"That's great!" he exclaimed, "I've noticed you twice,
I was hoping we'd meet, I confess"
Well, this made her smile, her heart understands
these two, headed off down the way
She giggled, he grinned, they were soon holding hands,
a beautiful start to the day
He said he was sad, they had moved from their home,
it was something he hated to do
All his friends left behind, how he felt all alone
and had hoped to meet somebody new
Then he asked, "tell me why, your head was so low,
each time that I saw you outside?"
She sighed for a bit, then said, "I don't know,
I'm not pretty and just want to hide"
Then he spun her around, "I don't see what you see,
you are beautiful, that is the truth"
"Your eyes hypnotize, your hair, like the sun,
your smile, well, there is the proof!"
She felt her pulse race, her breath quickly leave,
her knees weak and feeling quite flush
As he walked her home, she tried to believe,
that he did not notice her blush
When later that night, alone in her room,
she picked up her mirror and saw
That somebody new, a beautiful bloom,
turned out to be her after all
~
Last year I thought I’d start something new…a new custom…a new tradition…
It never caught on but I’m bringing it back…this year…with a few revisions…
My idea is to celebrate December 26th!
like Christmas, it’s filled with joy and love and laughter
but has the disadvantage…of arriving one day after.
If not…I’m afraid December 26 is fated to remain unreckoned…
doomed to stand in relative obscurity with its neighbor…January 2nd.
I think it’s time we celebrate those days…days that could have been so great
if they hadn’t been ill-fated…..to show up one day late.
Do you know the name of the first man on the moon?
Of course…everybody does?
But do you remember the second…Ed Aldrin…his family called him Buzz.
Buzz Aldrin… the second man to emerge from the Lunar Module….
his history forever destined to be blurred…
Just like the groundhog who quietly emerges from his burrow…on February 3rd
Mt. Everest is the tallest mountain in the world…the second is almost as high…
yet K2 remains an afterthought…kind of like the 5th day of July.
Everyone knows Amelia Earhart, her story is one of courage, strength and devotion.
She was the first female pilot to fly by herself…across the Atlantic Ocean.
The second was Geraldine Mock, and at her even more accolades were hurled
for she kept going after crossing the Atlantic…and flew around the world!
Isn’t it funny how life works, for no one could have foreseen
that Geraldine would be a footnote in history…just like the day after Halloween.
But such is the way the calendar unfolds, be it September, October or December
some days, like people, are destined for greatness, while others we hardly remember.
I think it’s time we change all that…and give these days their due
For I believe ‘days after’ deserve their place in history too.
At the very least ‘days after’…I, for one, think you’re great…
If nothing else you’re four times luckier
than February 28!
(Bal-e-Jibril-151) Javed Iqbal Ke Naam:
(On receiving first letter of Javed Iqbal(Late Son of Dr Allama Iqbal) in London)
https://youtu.be/jGv1lCDjHEk
Senior Justice Javed Iqbal (5 October 1924 – 3 October 2015) was a Pakistani philosopher and senior justice of the Supreme Court of Pakistan. He was internationally known for his acclaimed publications on philosophy of law and modern Islamic philosophy in international and national journals.
He was the son of the poet-philosopher Dr. Muhammad Allama Iqbal, who inspired the Pakistan Movement. Javed authored various books on Pakistan's nationalism movement and political ideology. Apart from philosophy, Javed had a prolific career in the Judiciary of Pakistan and was a former Chief Justice of the Lahore High Court before being elevated to the Supreme Court. He received the Hilal-i-Imtiaz Award in 2004.
1.Diyar-e-Ishq Mein Apna Maqam Paida Kar
Naya Zamana, Naye Subah-o-Sham Paida Kar
Build in love’s empire your hearth and your home;
Build Time a new, a new dawn, a new eve!
2.Khuda Agar Dil-e-Fitrat Shanas De Tujh Ko
Sakoot-e-Lala-o-Gul Se Kalaam Paida Kar
Your speech, if God give you the friendship of Nature,
From the rose and tulip’s long silence weave.
3.Utha Na Sheesha Garan-e-Farang Ke Ehsan
Sifal-e-Hind Se Meena-o-Jaam Paida Kar
No gifts of the Franks’ clever glass-bowers ask!
From India’s own clay mould your cup and your flask.
4.Main Shakh-e-Taak Hun, Meri Ghazal Hai Mera Samar
Mere Samar Se Mai-e-Lala Faam Paida Kar
My songs are the grapes on the spray of my vine;
Distil from their clusters the poppy-red wine!
5.Mera Tareeq Ameeri Nahin, Faqeeri Hai
Khudi Na Baich, Ghareebi Mein Naam Paida Kar!
The way of the hermit, not fortune, is mine;
Sell not your soul! In a beggar’s rags shine.
Kalam e Iqbal(Answer to First Letter of Son of Dr. Allama Iqbal By Himself).
Translated by Aliza Kashmala Kiran.
When she smiles the whole world lights up for her smile brightens up the world
when she is around all those around her has a brighter day for she is a very
wonderful person.My mother could make anyone think when she was around
them for she always would listen to anything they ha to say for she never new a
stranger.Those who needed help knew they could turn to my mother for the help
they needed for she was always there even in hard times and good times she
was always there.When she needed help all came to her side to help for they
knew she was there for them and now when she needed someone they could
return the favor.Her smile was always very bright and full of life and always warm
she could turn the worst day into a good one no matter what it took.All those who
knew her always had a good word for my mother they never sad bad things about
her or my father and when they came around they always minded there manors
and was always very polite they always said mam and yes mam and no mam
they always had good and kind words for my mother and my father for that is
what my folks showed them.The wait my mother smiled made you want to smile
yourself for it was one of them smiles you could not look at and smile yourself.
For it was warm and so full of life and all those who seen her wanted to smile
with her she was a very warm and loving person. when you read this i hope it
shows you that no one on earth can go without a smile so when you meet people
on the road of life give them a smile and show them that no matter what everyone
needs to smile.So always wear a smile on your face for like they say a smile a
day keeps the Doctor away plus keep smiling for it makes the boss wonder what
you are up to.When you go through life with a frown and all that no one wants to
be around you for they know you are a sour puss and they want no part of you.
What's more to life then life it's self. The times of moving forward can be hard when you separate yourself from the norm, the moment's and hours it took you to become you, the old habits of ways Slip's into the darkness as a new light starts to form right in front of you. We carve for something new, a journey to a adventure we only dreamed we lived, I wasn't in the right state of mind but it always comes back sooner or later. Why must we push away the people that's behind us, Is it for pleasure or pain? Cross ways with something that means the most to you, love is deep, feelings are real, and words are the most damage that kills the soul. We are more then this, explorers, we love to explore, adventure off into the world. Something we haven't seen before. Take me where I want to be, their voices has been heard for miles and still no Peace. Careless thoughts, there's no room to walk away, just to give it all up. So many are poisoned, the heart love, love will love again, you are the missing piece to the puzzle that I am. Love will love again. Don't cry when I die life wasn't never promised to me; dear life, you are a crazy one, we all wish to live out our dreams. Tears, rivers of tears around the world, what's tied up in happiness doesn't last long, prayers praying they last forever, smile's that cover up the pain, successful, popular, shattered dreams. Friends of love become enemies, and there's nothing in life that last forever.
What's been shared in time can never be forgotten, and what comes and goes will always be a lesson learned. If I die today I will always be with you, heart, mind, memories that won't fade or go until your last breath in this world. Lean into fear with action, today your are stronger then ever before.
What's more then life then life it's self? Love can overcome, love pushes the will to forgive, love to love, love will live again.
the prayer:
Quickened once, this seed uncrucified reclaims
Against the dessication of faith in my drought
And root dry tortures of decomposing doubt,
Against it all, a sudden impulse in the kernel flames
Thanks to my Divine Intervener, sweet love undying
Shattered falls the broken web to free my wings
The lung tarring vice, defeated, can no more clings
I joy in this, from doom and death returning
Sprout me again, breathe in me new a new day fresh
Water me with prayers of thanksgiving still, sun
Me fruit joy and grain, bless me where my Jordans run;
Unyielding Christ, out of thy grace, I rise to love afresh.
the testimony:
And I through travail of night to birth again
Carried you slumberless into faith of day
And I torn and shredded by sin's foul pain
From prayer to prayer wept against decay
Those years, distant, dark, void and cold
Those fears when death yawned wide iron jaws
And you my lamb staggered from the fold
O how I raged at life, and veiled despotic laws
That broke us into splinters with our dreams
I did not see today to sing again, doubts tears
Blinded me, heaven seemed silent to my screams
But today, you give me back my hope of years.
And I was not there to hold your hand, absent
From the cuddling moment my love had planned
And yet, devised by faith, I stood full present
For I am the jar of clay in the Master's kind hand
And you my child suffered it all, to bring me
Back from a superficial walk with love, and we
O let us rinse the skies with praise, let us
Walk, nobler creatures called from a common dust.
celebration:
Give me space to seal a kiss upon an embrace
To pour my joy before your pleasant face
Give me space to thunder with belief and stay
Exiled in ignorance, and clothed in wisdom when I pray.
The breaking of dawn
and I start my day off with a yawn,
the dew covered the lawn,
the cool air blowing through my window
as the streets still soaked with the nightfall rain
comforted the scene of a beautiful sunrise
a gorgeous start to a new day.
See the flowers covered with droplets of dew and rain
feeling no such thing we call pain,
Dawn breaks,
as the sun rises with its powerful rays
that blind me in the far East,
the purple midnight skies go away,
and are replaced by ocean blue waves
and marshmallow, puffy clouds
that hold no more rain.
The sky idel upon a canvass of life
as the morning comutes travel down the steps
with coffee and newspaper in hand.
The women walking their dogs,
men catching the morning buses to work.
No use for pork
when you can't catch the morning train.
And then it starts to rain.
But the sun still shines,
and the moon is still out,
this moment, as dawn breaks
we are stuck in a parrallel between two worlds.
Such beauty in a morning sunrise
as the blue, dawn covered streets shine
as the sun reaches high over the Eastern treelines
and the lions roar and the birds fly south.
Waking up to a new, broad day
next to you, as the sun shines upon your sweet face.
I compare you to a morning sunrise
as Dawns break into a silent worldpool of a new beginning.
Something tells me that I am going to have a good day.
Waking up to a new, a new dawn
with a loud and relaxing yawn,
as I smell the dew on the lawn
See the moon and stars fade away,
and purple twilights go to sleep, on some other part of the world
Love for a sunrise in a morning dawn
that is the most beautiful scene any man has ever seen!
For the Contest: Morning Poems
Sponser: Poet Destroyer A
Written by: Christopher Boskovski
P.S. A poem for you my lovely Linda, I hope you enjoy this lovely and beautiful poem about the break of Dawn! :)