silent country song
fades beneath the changing times
noises fill the road.
When the wind whistles,
silent sentinels,
shading thick thistles,
softly sway to the beat
Their coat of arms,
protects from harm,
the forest fauna's charm,
that rises from the heat
For they find no shade,
in forest glade, tho know,
they rise from Heaven's glow,
then they bow and retreat
They can't disguise,
under watchful eyes,
the true prize, proudly lies,
where the air is so sweet
Like termites, grief crept in and quietly grew,
A smiling face hid what the heart went through.
A lifetime crowded with memories untold,
I spoke just one name—and my heart lost control.
A dream stayed alive in my eyes for so long,
Till the fire of your memory burned it all wrong.
The branch where hope had built a nest so bright,
Was swallowed by autumn and stripped of its light.
Among those I called mine, I still stood alone,
As every soul changed in the molds time had shown.
The rain washed away every face's disguise,
And a city of deception changed before my eyes.
Then came the miracle born from the art I knew:
The pain in my heart became words that rang true.
Sagar, what a strange twist this life had revealed—
One lie brought the heat that left my whole home peeled.
© Sagar Haider Abbasi
I call upon the Father
I just spoke meaningful words
Voiced communications in joy,
So pleasant, harmonious, Ahh! sweet sounds
Unfolds joyously verses words
Sweet nectar verbs as I thank God
Left me so behind,
Should you still be one of mine,
You weren't just one of mine, but the only one,
And I was only someone.
Guess I chased a cloud
That disappeared without a sound,
You weren't there to catch my fall,
You just rained on me, that's all.
No use shouting in a vacuum where no sound can go,
Or explaining to those who never cared to know.
So I'll grow into the new me, the one who's coming through,
For this time, I'm done being blue.
The King of Terrors comes not with
a sudden roar, but as a quiet shadow falling across the final door.
He sits upon no mortal throne,
A quiet shadow, vast and lone,
On silent, unreturning wing.
The pulse grows slow, the candle
dims,
The noisy world begins to fade,
A quiet stilled through all the limbs,
A quiet peace within the shade.
They call him dread, they call him
night,
The final end of earthly tears,
Yet past the gloom there waits the
light,
Beyond the king of all our fears.
Your eyes glisten
and a tear forms.
Your Braille tongue
mouths a silent vocabulary.
The ‘O’ of your mouth
spells out the anguish within,
and with mute hands
you give voice to
an ear-piercing scream.
Syllable Structure: 8, 10,7,9,6,8,8
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Stars sparkle, scattering silver,
Silent skies glitter, serenely sublime,
Distant diamonds, divine dance,
Glittering globes gleam, glowing gently,
Brilliant beacons burn bright
Whispering wonders to whole world,
Fanciful fantasies flow fast.
Django draws his pistol
and shoots out "D"
from pronunciation of his name.
No one hears the "W"
needed to do real damage
in "Wreck."
"Island" might as well
toss its "S" into the shallows.
No one needs to see it
if it's as quiet as a mouse.
The "K" in "Knight,"
a Mustang that has galloped
too far into the badlands
no one hears it go..."Neigh!"
The one in "Knife"
silently slices and dices
as if through butter.
Not a soul was around
to hear the audible flush
that sent "B" in "Plumber"
down the toilet.
The "G" in "Gnat"
creates no buzz in the air,
and has no sting.
The one in "Gnaw,"
broke a jaw attempting to bite.
Did I mention it has...
no teeth? It's all gums.
Two men riding a train to Blue Ridge
seated opposite Calvin Coolidge
They bet the POTUS they could get on his nerves
that they could make him say more than two words
But try as they might, Calvin’s lips were sealed tight
all through the day and then through the night
The entire time Coolidge sat there quite amused
at his stop opened his mouth, said ~ “You lose!”
Not all Healers will charge a fee,
Some will appear to touch your pain points,
Fingers Knowing exactly where to press.
Their own heart is a subscription service,
That knot in your back spoke so loudly,
Unperceived Tantric Rhythm, that's a yes.
Eyes Beaming with multiple timelines,
Hairs standing on end, Deserving of respect.
Aware in another life, we once met.
Never telling what they'll do,
Not warning you about the effects of the magic,
It suddenly just beams out of your chest.
Can't stop thinking about it now,
Nor can be brave enough to subscribe,
Memories standing out from the rest.
Sacred caressing to rip the ego to shreds,
Beauty together pre-empting an entire life shift,
The Silent Healer does it best.
The price is life as we know it,
Goosebumps telling a tale and preparing new,
Though you laid with them, now to yourself you must confess.
the wind passes
not a weed sways in it's motion
like time standing still
As feathered flocks soar across sinking sun,
and dusk descends on a silent sanctuary,
animals arrive at serene springs.
Fluttering feathers disturb solemn shadows;
rich reflections shine as birds brush,
beaks creating concentric rippling rings.
Silence settles on the haunted hollows.
SILENT TIDE
My sweet sunset glow was silhouetted
in my sight.
As the lovely breeze wafted towards
a beautiful night.
With warm, mellow sparks glimmering
in soft, magnificent light.
The sunset kisses softly,
caressing the stillness of the silent tide.
RMV 29/08/26
Dated: August 1, 2026
The calendar turns to August,
thick and slow,
But my screen is dark, with no
signal to show.
A silver shell sleeping
somewhere unknown,
An island of data, completely
alone.
No signal emits from its lithium
heart,
The map remains empty, tearing
hope apart.
The "Find My" command waits
suspended in time,
For a wire to wake it, a network
to climb.
But the lock is a fortress, the
boundary is deep,
The secrets inside it are safe in
their sleep.
Through the location its lost to
the shadow of fall,
The wall built of iron responds
to no call.
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