Allah Memory Poems

Is there a place where old coppers go 
After we hand in our gear in the last show
The fleets been parked and booked off now
Fuelled...

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To live without fear
Imagine death is near
Or close eyes, stand as if to pray:
Im space between stars, living away...

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Where a newborn star lights 
the vault of heaven under the sky 
sapphire, high! 

You can find it there,
Not the product of a god or...

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The streets are vacant under the mystery rain gently falling as I gaze into the cold blue depth of a fluorescence-lit street

Languishing…

Under blaring lamps, the...

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Looking out past the cryptic crystal glass 
into the busy rain-slick Street 
I feel the sovereignty of this world 
pass slowly like a shadow beneath...

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On site of this forgotten Babylon
What powerful but unrecorded race
Once dwelt in this annihilated place
What strange creature’s kin
to inhuman race
Dwell deep in antediluvian hells 
Uncanny...

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The icon fly's high watches all 
in absolute absence disdain. 
In the shadow of the Acadian machinery
Man's industry belches black smoke.
into a polluted bruised sky.
Gears...

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Ye jantar mantar ki tasverain bhej Kar
Hamain phansanay ka chakar chor do
Jin logon ki ema pay ye kaam kartay ho
Un ki kali neyat ka bhanda...

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(Here sleeps my mother rest in peace!)


I have none, whom I can call mother,
I miss you when the phone rings, and have none for me...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Adam of Love
barely knew what to put 
in black and white
with the Light in his heart
the dark able to look through.
A man of wealth
warmth and...

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Little old men ‘neath big black Bumbershoots 
Meandering about in the soft Spring rain
Savoring the mornin’ air and mayhaps...
Recalling their youth once again

The very air...

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by Michaelw1two

 Sunsets glow here in Al-Iraq,
 it casts an orange beige;
 fiery though its blister stare,
 the horizon is still a dusty greige;
 visual...

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Copyright © 2013
07/17/2013

Skittles and a soda
against a gun in its holster?

One day that scream
will be known as a teen
not a heinous lying Fein

What a sinister...

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This is a script to read again
Its wordings are clear- no blunder
Each page on its own is a sane
It has distinct words to ponder

I’m yet...

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