Where goes a crimson rose
Held high neath troubled skies
That flows from pens of prose
That grows from prisoned eyes
What flows from pens of prose
Held high neath troubled skies
That grows a crimson rose
That glows from prisoned eyes
She entered the room and his heart as one
then all before distant time mattered less
he was no innocent, and she no nun
to which, much later, they both would confess.
But, at that instant, neither prisoned, cared
baggage they hid inside their faded trunk
for she, was a vision all golden-haired
and he, he was a sun-bronzed, six-pack-hunk.
He entered the room, in her, something stirred
and all before distant time mattered less;
and long before they had exchanged a word
he was, she well knew, an invited guest.
And in the next morning, as they both lay
they were yet to know the price they would pay.
Theres a surge inside of Britain..' A tidal wave will rise
Comesl the hour come the hero's lts time for history to
Decide.' In the deep breath of September although the air might
Chill.' The streets will bear true witness.' The station yards
Shall fill.' In every corner of the Nation on every market
Square the vibration will be travelling in the spirit of those
Who care.' As a beacon is to darkness as the Sun is to the
Day, so determination is against tyranny' it can be no other way!'
On the fourteenth of September..And on everyday till then
Speak of right, and stand for justice, fight the good fight.'
Raise a voice, lift up the pen.' Raise the standard..Be ye worthy! every one..Each stand saviour of the other one.' Give three cheers for all
The prisoned hero's..And that Tommy Robinson.!!!
Adam was in his late 50s and Jean was younger than him by 27
They both had a lot in common, they saw life as if they were in heaven
They spent most of their time together talking, he felt happy in her presence and she felt safe by his side
Jean had strong feelings for Adam, her affection is something that she did not want to hide
But Adams affection for Jean was not at all of that kind
As time went by, Jean found herself madly in love with Adam, but Adam was not aware of this love
Then came the day when she could no longer bare the pain of love, to Adam she graciously opened her heart
Adam felt her sincere pure love for him, but he asked himself is this love a crime
He knew then that this was not infatuation, but deep feelings flowing from her heart
They both came from a different place of worship, and the difference in age was a start
She made him feel young again, her youth gave him a spark of life
By now Adam was deep under the spell of love, his heart and mind were already in prisoned by her charm
This is when their long bitter struggle began, as their love by their cults was deemed forbidden
Saleh Ben Saleh
diamonds strung on shrubs
prisoned gems in woven nets ~
of sunlight's prisms
beads of morning dew
captured on strings of silk threads ~
spider webs at dawn
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borderline
between what may i ask?
floating whilst the clock ticks by
tears on the night of your life
pain in pleasure
pleasure in pain
doors closed
the slams still echo in your brain
in-prisoned by your own name
dust scatters over where you lay
an endless impossible escape you planned at 5
imprints of those who held you tight
just to leave you in the night
sky’s are blue but your mind is grey
it makes no sense why you feel this way
but at least you know borderline is where you stay
there is safety in that pain
You can’t catch up to history
its ship no longer sails
Each chapter prisoned by the wind
times trilogy airmailed
To search within your destiny
the moments turn to gold
Where bookends fall and freedom reigns
—beyond the past retold
(Dreamsleep: December, 2022)
(Series: Half of the dream broke with her)
Let my lines possess you to tipsiness,
Scatter your night - make you slum,
& when the night comes
Look at the sky & smile
I long to find my other half - just like the moon.
Let me rest my life on your chest
Break the silence with my feelings.
I’m a pulse - but you’re a throbbing pulse
That revive the corner of my prisoned soul.
When the whole world is in the sleep,
The prison is awake in the dungeon deep,
Some the the shackles are now somewhat frail,
Gingerly the soul is breaking the jail !
It is fascinated by the moon in the sky,
It is astonished by the stars up high,
"We are free " said the winds that blow,
"To live in glee" completed the flies that glow,
The night is broken by just a single ray,
To end moon's reign and start the day,
It took some toil to face the hell,
Who were forcing the soul to go back in the shell,
The soul went back to the flesh mound,
Not be prisoned, but to live with the new freedom found,
When the mind gained sense , it knew how to fight,
It was a new ability it learnt in the moonlight,
The boy only smiled , when he faced the revile,
Because when the soul is free the facade smiles!
The Hospital Asile
Like the highway as long it goes
Like the lover's longing
Like the winter's silence
Like prisoned midnight and falling dawn
Like the voyages made by Christopher
Tube lights and window panes,
Sang the lullaby.
The lone street outside,
Sleeps in the womb of night.
Nurses battling with duties and dreams
Doctors gravelled in white and faith
Staffs tested their patience and nestled
Behind the door,
Lay my ailing amma.
Her husband.
Her father.
Her pal.
Or somebody!
The shivering soul and my frozen veins seated in a long bench
Music of my tapping feet in the stained floor tryst with melancholy
Lost of fear is lost
Light of hope had perished
Just like Arctic Ocean covered by ice,
Her body covered in white linen.
And the ticking 3 AM
In the hospital asile
Elevator carried lost spirits,
Looks like ceramic sculptures.
"Time is the thief you cannot banish." Phyllis McGinley, Writer, 1905 - 1978
Always with me but have never seen her
yet she engulfs my life in every way,
with her unseen chains why would she tether
me, why would she grip my life in her sway;
this strange bond I find it so hard to grasp,
my feelings about her sits in the cave
of my heart, she who holds me in her clasp
must know this, as I think of them as grave;
I know, I am prisoned in unseen cage
and must dance to the tunes thrown at me,
unable to catch her I park my rage
calling her thief on the run gives me glee.
Yes, Time is a thief you cannot banish
She is a thief even if I perish.
8-Nov-2020
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Africa,
Upon this vantage pedestal I see you,
i gaze from this hollow quest,
away from the home of my ancestors,
a sojourner for a time,
I yearn,
to tread again the beautiful climate of my origin,
where no strange stares forbids my freedom,
Africa,
Did I hear the enthralling songs?
The chirping sounds of the birds,
The brilliant coruscations,
the evening tales by moonlight,
Oh! Nature, never saw you tainted.
it is different here,
Africa, A vast exotics land of combination,
with lush emerald jungles
vistas of burning stars,
and torrential white river,
the mountains unharvested,
the hills uncrowded,
Africa,
we smile without suspicion
not hunted "like partridges upon the mountain"
We breathe though poor
Yet rich in morals
I am a prisoned sojourner here,
men speed away uncaring.
locked in debts called homes,
bills buries friendship,
and for wood hay and stubble,
nature becomes a nullity,
in motions like robots,
we wake, we work, and wear our frame
Africa i hear you call
The faces full of dark ,
like the eyes of a prisoned lark .
Not a drop of tear to be found
in the cold-blooded eyes , frozen though round .
Freedom is not free , it has a cost .
So look around you ,
and feel the lifeless crew .
The world as it is , is completely lost .
The sun never shines ,
doesn't free the world from vines ,
all cold and frost .
Corruption is an epidemic ; it destroys the world .
But the silver-lining will shine , everything will take a fold .
For the Saviour will come ; the world is still not lost .
On a rainy evening walking through the rain
I have lost my soul on a rivers bank
It float around and finally bend with you
My despair drowned in the river
Then I wondered where did you came from
Rise of the mind in the heaven of love
My hardest decsion to love with you
Lost my identity even if so happy
Something remains somewhere
In the form of your image
I release my prisoned soul to search
I learned about happiness from you
There is more than one colour in the life
Once we leave from this earth
Dying also a beautiful journey
One with the earth and the nature
Dreaming of planets and sky
I am going on with your thoughts
Too lovable and so colourful.
A space with no end,
bruise that doesn’t mend.
Like cheap spirit,
filling the bottom pit.
A lover’s cry.
Tears run dry.
That’s Heartache,
As love’s fake!
Waiting for the scythe of time,
To whip this unknown crime.
Innocent as charge,
But suspect at large.
In the end people forget
When you faced defeat.
Lost in void,
A magicless druid.
Prisoned in the past.
Soulmates that never last.
Present is the witness,
that alone is a mess.
Looking back is unjust,
And the die is cast.
There’s no going back.
Just try another luck.
So let’s move on.
Healing will be soon.
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