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Imagine or actualize that at the bottom of the heart,
there lies a massive storage of feelings yet unspoken.
There's a room of secrets yet untold as we grow old.
They can only be unfolded if we dare to be so bold.
One room is filled with pain and the other with shame.
There is a locked room within another room filled with hate.
We lie awake with heartaches, desiring to open the heavy-gated
hideaways of the heart before the sands of time say, "It's too late".
Remember well that our hearts are deceitful, and who can really tell?
Like the sea, our hearts cast up dirt and mire as she waves and swells.
Remember well that the heart has a shield and it is blocked and locked.
Like God Himself, everyone seeking entry to the heart must stand and knock.
We paint our faces and hide away any traces, and never do we dare.
Wouldn't it be great if these wounds of the heart were free to share?
Open heart exposure to a stranger is more likely than with a friend.
There is an endless number of strangers, but best friends are far fewer.
No, we cannot Xerox, Google, or Facebook these deep matters of the heart.
We long to open our hearts, even though it's covered with fog and very unclear.
We long to unload our heavy hearts, but who can find a trusting ear?
We need to be forgiven, but we are bound by fear.
We need to forgive, but we are frozen by a tear.
We need The Lord, but we fear to draw near.
Since we can clearly see that access to our hearts is rather limited,
And for most of us, gaining an entry to such guarded hearts is off limits,
Perhaps it's best we realize that we can more easily try to listen to each
other's hearts.
All is beautiful on this Christmas Eve night in my neighborhood
Bright colored lights are flickering on many a lovely home
Charming and enchanting- it seems a fairyland to me
Delicate, fragile snowflakes are falling as I hesitate here and there
Engrossed in the beauty, the snow caresses my hair from above
Feeling a glow growing within me, I ponder the meaning of Christmas
Good thoughts are flowing within and I imagine a baby born, a saviour
Heavenly visions of sweet Jesus in a stable lit by a guiding star
Inner peace, I embrace as I walk the quiet snowy streets
Joy and happiness beyond the doors of these dwellings I pass by, and
Kindness abounds at this time of year, I wish that could last all year
Love is what I remember at Christmastime . . .
Magically, the memories come drifting and I find myself weeping
Nirvana is where my family dwells, waiting for me to come one day
Open-hearted, I share my sorrow, it drips from my pen
Peaceful, oh so peaceful is my wintery world this December night
Quietness so deep, I can hear the snow falling on the bare tree branches
Respect, I have for nature that can change from beautiful to dangerous
Serene lovely scenes quickly become places forbidden
Tranquil snow has turned into a blizzard with wild wind
Utterly amazed I stand in the storm swirling wondering which way to go
Vibrant the lights that still glow on the snow draped dwellings
Wonderful they seem to be guiding my way home
Xerox copies of Christmas songs twirl past and I try to grasp them
Yes, there is my home, all lit up and welcoming me back
Zestfully I run up the path to my door, thankful for the fireplace within
Written: September 06, 2023
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I wander in the night of ebony embrace,
Lost in dreams, heaven, or nightmare chase
Searching in vain for a misty glimmer of hue,
A muted color, yearning to trace through.
My fingers nibble to nudge your comely face.
To glimpse a xerox of your soul in this barren space.
But phantasms and dreams are drowned in tears.
Dreariness and skepticism drench my fears.
Wishes, once vibrant—now unbearably barren,
Each flinch of solace mauls annihilated and torn.
The moon, with a crimson glaze, casts its light.
Uttering the details of this celestial night.
I'm glad I sensed this infamous hue loop.
Yet these are crumbs of an urge to stoop.
They scolded me sternly from the start.
A sane conviction into my flaunting heart.
I swallowed a smidgeon of your spirit.
Silken strings of split that we skillet
Mirthless melodies form a philharmonic of pain.
Sisyphean scarcity smolders at me again.
I waltz to the woeful waiata of weary dance.
Oddments of our devotion, a haunting stance
Alone, I bemoan in the manor of the moon.
Will the sun ever hover over my sorrow soon?
Could the growl as it rains blur a rainbow?
While we witness it from the apathetic row.
Or am I being scolded and rebuked for being alive?
Will the spasm that lends life veer and strive?
In the abyss of darkness, there is light.
A beacon of optimism that shines so bright.
And even if I wander, adrift and alone,
Iffy down, surely my soul will cinch home.
I'll retain probing solace in memories past.
They are the fragments that will ever last.
Yet throes may abide, and anguish may resist.
I'll cling to my optimism that love will persist.
Love is an odyssey full of swings and turns.
But, at last, it is an affection that returns.
So I'll betroth myself to the dreams of the past.
They sang to me over the glorious time I cast.
Alabaster snowflakes scattered over
Brindled patches of frozen forest floor
Cover Autumn's fragmented tapestry.
December fluffs up Winter's white duvet,
Eager to embrace the bitter cold and
Fierce winds, snug in a thick blanket of snow.
Gone are the crinkled crimson and gold leaves,
Hidden under a glistening coat, an
Icy glaze that sparkles like diamond dust.
Jesus, it's said, was born in December,
Kindling the celebration of Christmas.
Long nights and short days bring families close,
Marking this as a festive time of year.
Night skies are encrusted with twinkling stars
Offset by the deep ebony of space.
Pines and cedars remain green year-round, so
Quail and Partridge shelter in their branches.
Ravens caw, illustrating the profound
Starkness of Nature's hypnotic beauty,
They feel compelled to give voice to their awe.
Under crystalline skies of cackling blue,
Vistas of evergreen contrast with the
Washed-out monochrome landscape and faded
Xerox copies of an elapsed moment.
Yet, such pristineness is what fuels our
Zeal, to confront Winter on Her own terms.
From the heart of green naïve village
surrounded by corps field, mosque, ponds,
ancestral grave yard, school, college,
madrasah (islamic school) etc he is
brothers, sisters with parents, a beautiful family
with relatives, neighbors he had
learned person he was, full memorizer of
the Holy Quran and institutional study was 10th grade
but dreams touched his eyes, his breaths, his veins
the dream in the hollow eyeballs of him
flaring dreams have been gathered in his sight
dreams touched his ideality, his mediocrity, his learning
against the holy verse
dreams touched him inseparably
dreams touched him within vain clothing
dreams touched him within flirting industrialist mind
dreams touched him within merciless sky scraper building
dreams touched him within fake benevolent charity right hand
dreams touched him abortive assurance giving to others in generosity smiling
dreams made him blind to the path of income
small income once made up him happy with family and relatives
but leaving small, come to big on the lame stretchers dreamy boat
he did not understand- dreams in lazy hands is
misfortunate hell for upcoming every steps
dreams made him luxurious ambitious as
the begging bag before learning how to beg
dreams made him laughter in garrulous argument
as happiness of billionaire under torn blanket
in biting cold winter dreamy night
dream made him foolish dandy in business world
as Xerox machines copying activities
which has no personality to make another root
to survive with it as parasite
dreams made him passerby the dark path
dreams made him lonely walker
dreams made him lonely resident on title-less building of hill view
dreams made him unknown religious in the eye view of unfamiliar him
dreams made him a dark horse in flattering broker world
dreams made him hilarious land lord in his verbose copying documents
dreams made him a beggar in heavenly real eyes of the sun,
crystalline day approved him he was dreamer only
from the dreams he made his journey to be great
benevolent helper of relatives and neighbors
he was dreamer but in paralyzed bone and indolent veins
and this dream awakens him in tears of mysterious death
(Written on my Maternal Uncle Hafez Abdul Allam 4th July 1962-29th July 2018, who was inactive but great dreamer, but sudden death of him makes us heart rending cry)
Alpharhymitize
(the first alpharhymized poem – by definition)
By Franklin Price
2/26/2017
Alpharhymitize - I think I've coined a word
Because it is most likely, one that you have never heard
Can you think about it? Have you heard this word or not?
Don't believe it is a thing, thought I'd give this word a shot
Each word has an origin, thought I'd give this one a go
For you to make one also, just think and make it so
Get in your mind, a thought or two, a new word you can make
Have a definition also, to make some sense, for goodness sake
I don't really give a crap if it's stupid or it's quaint
Just don't present it as a new word, if you know it really ain't
Kangaroo is taken, so is aboriginal digeridoo
Look elsewhere to find another, to find something that is new
May find it as a new name for a plant or element
Not always found on purpose, some are found by accident
Only by trial and error, can you make a word that's new
Preposterous or simple, it is something you can do
Quit trying hard and slow down, you will find it in your head
Remembering is very hard, you should write it down instead
Simple words or hard ones, are for you to perceive
Then go and find some other folks, whom you can make believe
Unless you bring the word up front, and bring it to the fore,
Very unlikely, it will be used, that you will make the score
When you have coined a brand new word and put it on the page
Xerox some copies, send them out, tweet to make it all the rage
You will never know, unless you see how it will fit
Zero will always happen, if you don't get down to it
Alpharhymitize – to compose a rhyming poem beginning the first line with “A” and each subsequent line with the next letter of the alphabet until “Z” begins the last line. Poem must rhyme in couplets.
The ABC’s of Morning
Awake on the dot of seven
Birds are chirping away
Coffee… as always, first order of the day,
Doggy kisses from Kea
Enjoying the peace and quiet
Fumble for my glasses to see
Garden shadows in early light
Harmony of leaves in the garden
Intricate patterns at play
Just as sunlight begins, a
Kinship of finch burst away.
Lavender dreams are fading
Mindful of duties to do
Overcoming an urge to be lazy, I
Pirouette to the bathroom to dress
Quietly, I exit the bedroom, a
Resting hubby not to disturb
Sit in the lounge with my ipad
Thankful for all of life’s gifts
Up to date with events, I
Venture to start my routine
Walking, now for health reasons, try to
Xerox this action each day
Yesterday, though, I missed it
Zealot, I’m not, you might say!
7/22/15
Zillion supporters screaming, a loud buzz,
Yearning to return home cheered by victory.
Xerox machines preparing the next day’s papers; Max
Wit for the shame or fame of a member of the show.
Violent vitriol from commentators like engine rev
Unites with supporters’ glee at likes of Eto’o or Kanu
To spur skill at each minute to get even one stunning stunt
Spirits soar, sink, so it is, for here serenity bores.
Roulette, lifté, counter-attack by one party raising the roar.
Quick kick! Oh no! Replay?! Why not? That must join the FAQ
Pray the corner kick slays the opponent; oh that header was sharp!
Oh he missed that goal again! No replay?! Hell no!
No! Now he’s channeled that ball too late for the man,
May the coach coach correctly and call him to quit the team!
Leave the pitch you little loss-bringing imp! LOL!
Khaki-wearing “messer” I can even get your reek!
Just as our jests are about to milk out laughs, I couldn’t find a word to end with “J”.
Instead I had a whole lot of them J-starting words. So I
Hunched to think, but then looked up at the BROOHAH:
GOAL GOAL!! Oops the scorer is the "Mr. Bug"!
Fooled? No, I’m still for him leaving,( Scoring oaf!)
Even though this elation, release and joy, came from his device!
Defensive tactics, offensive backing up, I can almost get mad
‘Cos the best defense is attack Doc!
Bye losers, we took this easy. Supporters bob
Away, and the whole stadium sleeps in the starlight bathed by mother Luna.
(c) Nyonglema
Arctic ice packs are essential to the polar
Bear, providing them with a platform to hunt seals.
Climate change is impacting their environment:
Disrupting their ability to feed themselves.
Ecologically, they're facing extinction,
For their Arctic waters will soon be ice-free.
Global warming is devastating the planet.
Heavy rains are flooding crops and threatening
Islands on the verge of slipping underwater.
Jungles are morphing into deserts, and the
Krill are fast disappearing from the Antarctic seas.
Little can be done to stop these catastrophes,
Man is not immune to Nature's destructive force.
No matter what skeptics want us to believe:
Our scientists assure us that change is inevitable.
People who deny climate change,
Question science, opting for alternative facts.
Rivers are drying out, and forests are burning while
Severe storms are increasing in ferocity.
The waters are rapidly rising, as the oceans heat:
Unless we act now, our coastal cities will be flooded.
Virtually every aspect of our lives will change,
When carbon emissions pollute the atmosphere.
Xerox copies of past extinctions should concern us:
Yet, we cling to the hope that the dying coral reefs and
Zooplankton will eventually recover.
At An Age
Busy Brain Boost
Crazy Cool Call
Destiny Delight Dearly
Encouraging Exceptional Energy
Fighting For Fulfilment
Gaining Ground Gradually
Hunting Hearts' Heritage
Intently into immortal
Jewels Jell Jar
Kedge Key Knowledge
Lightening Literature Lucratively
Managing Magical Miles
Noah's Nights Neglected
Over Obeisant Oath
Provoking Pregnant Poet
Questioning Quills Quietly
Relinquishing Revelations Reign
Seeking Sensational Spheres
Tempting Time Testament
Unleash Untold Until
Vulture Vomit Vault
When Water Whispers
Xenon Xerox Xmas
Yarn Yummy Yams
Zillions Zealously Zoom