I couldn’t live without her. I rode away.
She finally left me I’ll not gainsay.
He was a handsome gambler, a slick cheat.
She said that he made her somehow complete.
I have my horse and saddle, and my gun.
I rode off into the afternoon sun.
Red, red, it was like my still bleeding heart;
Fading to blackest black as I depart.
I worked on my good ranch and watched it grow.
Of an evening I still missed her so.
I was certain I would never be free.
When she left she took a big part of me.
After a year I rode into a town.
I saw her there, the gambler’s luck was down.
He had left her without any support.
She ran straight to me as her last resort.
If she had cheated on me once before
She would cheat again, I knew in my core.
I rode away laughing, finally free.
She could no longer make a fool of me.
When wilting wolds wing winters ‘wards one’s way;
When happenstance shall hurry haven hence;
When all the oily oafs shall overwhelm:
Then dine upon and in the finer realm,
Wherein the fragrant dreams shall recompense
Such grim endeavors as besmirch the day.
I feel for the abused Chinese Korean Japanese..'
In twenty twenty, the vision was skewed altered
By some loaded news' as the bbc and itv and sky
Did the bidding, from on high.' They reported of much?
Mainly fear and death and as such.' they whipped into a frenzy
Did not comport sensibly, rather ran stories on a spitting
Causing a killing ' that claim though un-proven' fed through
The people like leven; most poision-ed.' So fellow humans
Suffered, against them curses were uttered.' Then violence
Unseemly unleashed.' Such a shame there was seen.'
I ask why such was the theme.? I hope much better is
Engendered, And should these media outlets be held?
Sequesterd.? There should be a redress.! I'm proposing
To combat false information, that should not be the least.'
Instead on truth may we feast.)
For He ministers, and will here govern precious?
(Yeshua) most welcome' He alone is the best!!
I can read it, perceive it
between the lines.
You wish I listened more
and stopped keeping score.
You'd like me to be taller
and my ears lobes smaller.
You feel my ties look cheap
with a suit too old to keep.
You dislike my laughter
and still will forever after.
You hope I would control
body noises from below.
My shoes you find a disgrace
for putting a frown on your face.
You won't say it but to be fair
unlike he of your love affair
I've been able to keep my hair.
So there!
Between the lines.
Realities of life will not relent
idealistic hopes cannot compete
Begrudgingly we pay full recompense
Requisites of life's payments to meet
We seek to bargain price or new contract
the offer is rejected...out of hand
With nothing to offer life's merchant
realities fixed price, he'll not amend.
Like a clock that’s ticking away-time flies too fast.
Try to hang on to something and make it last.
Dreams are for the naïve and the undaunted.
Hard to have dreams when you're broken-hearted.
Give 100% anyway but you’re not getting anything back.
Got to pull your self up and get yourself back on track.
One day it will all make sense.
You’ll get your recompense.
Seen it before and we’ll see it again.
Sooner or later you’ll be on the mend.
At least that’s what they say.
It’s hard to believe it today.
Dreams are for the naïve and the undaunted.
Hard to have dreams when you’re broken-hearted.
Down the hedge
a spun web
sets a trap
butterflies
flying blind
become prey
as spiders
patiently
wait rewards
The streets are empty
the birds stop singing
the children are not playing
the people look wan and scanty
the brooks are dry and frusty
the water taste blood and fretting
the air smells dreading
the seeds of terror grows plenty
war has unleashed her good
her gifts are hunger,poverty and disease
devastation and dead as it stood
no telling when the sun will rise again
when this is over there is a course to ask
who win, who again
His life became part of mine.
His story became my story.
I felt the pain he endured
With great compassion.
I understood his reasons;
Why vengeance became an
Integral part of his life.
Why he couldn’t let it go
How it sustained him--
Kept him in a lucid state
Unaware of how it was
Damaging his inner spirit.
Slowly, very slowly over
The many years that passed
He adapted to walk with me,
And as grains of sand slip
Through a filled hand—
Grain by grain, little by little
His hatred grew less and less
And he began to live his life
Out of love, as his vengeance
Began to vanish like the few
Grains of sand left, abducted
By the restless winds of time.
He never saw it coming!
For Syed Amaan Ahmad's Free Style Contest
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