JASMINE IN THE DARK
Like jasmine through the cracked walls, it grew,
Freedom bloomed at midnight, 1947, anew.
With blood of millions, martyrs paved the way,
With prayers of countless, buried stars that stay.
Hope was dancing on the soil of peace,
Through struggle and fire, it would never cease.
Green light rose on the map of the world,
A flag of faith and courage unfurled.
Red ink wrote it on history’s page,
With hearts of hope and a lion’s rage.
A child was born with Allah’s blessing light,
A home for Muslims, standing for what’s right.
To soldiers brave who gave their all,
To martyrs whose names we still recall.
Through trials, storms, and darkest night,
Pakistan stands — a symbol of light.
79 years on, our pride won’t fade,
This jasmine nation was born, and made.
Currency is blood
Every man has a symbol
No God is safe here
She is the life source, a vital essence
maternus unwavering vow
instinctual guard and guide
from conception onward, no end
in her arms an eternal bond
a babe’s birth right, his light
when asked for a sign by the night star
a glimpse of beauty a moment no less
and when ether’s smoke rises afar
She’ll lift him toward the dark vastness
Complimenting the mother’s essence, & its symbolism
Mother's Day Tribute
5/10/26
Woe to thee with a trait of jealousy,
filled with self-righteous indignation.
You brute, who spews words of exaltation,
Thy tongue reproves your very own decree.
Thy nature be that of a hypocrite...
with one hand offer a pat on the head.
The other, a knife till victim lay dead
Having drawn thy pen, you stab and you hit.
So misguided Brutus, you have become,
deed was done to a Julius-like one.
Were you inclined when Senate had begun?
What has led thee to the darkness succumb?
Whence you see the baneful flaw of your ways
You whilst then know, 'twas blame you earned, not praise.
On a morn' walk,
I saw a flock,
on a hemlock . . .
Robins singing,
on trees clinging,
their joy brimming . . .
Welcome home friend,
with chirps that blend,
to Spring transcend . . .
Make home of grass,
twigs, mud amass,
for nests first-class . . .
Soon babies tweet,
tweet, tweet and bleep,
the sound so sweet . . .
Their voices soar,
almost a roar,
encore, encore . . .
*
Star
weary
sorrow tears
Zillions flicker
dimming lightened gifts
bloodblack diamonds spinning
Flames flash skies into near night
Cosmic scales—fallen world's despairs
Dark-Star reaps ringed scarlet horizons
shooting star dissipating downward
Jaded stones form constellations
best poet’s mouth is silenced
Ashy smoke rising scents
Black gold dominance
Savoir-faire sage
from its dust
evokes
Zen
_/\_
The students dream to join the clubs with pride,
Where learning blooms and talents brightly shine,
They long for fields where sports and hopes collide,
To share their gifts and make the stars align.
They yearn to read the stories, bold and true,
Of campus life and voices breaking through.
But screens are bare, no words for them to see,
No online page to set their spirits free.
The ink is locked within the printed page,
A silent echo in a digital age.
Their hearts still hope for change to come their way,
For Casay fights to bring that brighter day.
So write, dear friends, let roots of thought extend,
And branches reach where dreams and truths ascend.
Let twigs of rhyme hold whispers soft and sweet,
While leaves of green make every verse complete.
And falling leaves upon the earth shall lie,
A noble sign that time and care pass by.
Though Casay fades, his dignity will stay,
In poems born to light the students’ way.
A single star,
a pinprick in the dark.
It doesn't shout, it never blares,
it simply hangs there knowing.
We look up lost
and in that silent knowing,
Find the will to steer.
#Please it's a Star/Steer poem
This isn't ink — it's blossom breath,
A message from a paper's depth.
That this is a blush pink breeze,
Not just a standing tree.
A story that narrates how spring once paused,
When petals fell without a cause.
A square of paper telling us,
Its quiet bloom still speaks to us.
That nothing lasts forevermore,
Except the trace this stamp once bore.
We pressed a petal into ink,
Reluctant to watch it go.
Stamped beneath the springtime glow,
All we remember are memories that flow.
A fleeting kiss this stamp shall show —
USPS: Cherry Blossom — symbol of spring in tow.
K-night
R-ight
I-n
S-hining
C-ourage,
H-e
E-legantly
L-eads,
L-etting
E-ver
R-adiant
A-rmor
F-or
A-rray
E-levate
L-egacy
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Krischelle E. Rafael)
In
Masonic tradition,
the pyramid represents wisdom
on the back of the dollar bill you see
an edifice with the tip of the pyramid detached,
a searching eye is in the tip of the detached pyramid
Our nation should ever be searching for the divine wisdom
that humanity needs, which will make the pyramid complete
seek wisdom and
lay dormant blind ignorance~
not curiousness
G-ood
I-deas
N-ever
A-dvance
V-icious
I-nsights,
L-etting
L-awful
A-ims
F-ly
U-nder
E-thical
R-ealm's
T-ruthful
E-mblem
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Gina Villafuerte)
Write a story for me about the symbol in the sky and how the moon orbits the earth in twenty seven point three days, when the universe was wide awake. Write a story for me that entail the image of a rocket parachuting in the sky and how mankind breached the black hole and venture out into the deep. Listened to the vibrating sound of men in boots marching on an axis and holding on to gravity. Toss the ball in the sky and circle the stars before you die. Float with the moving clouds and examine the portion close to the ground. A new heaven is born and you can see the elements clearly before the break of dawn. Set up a giant telescope on top of the hill and tell your friends and neighbor that the moon is moving in a sphere so hurry and capture the signal while it is near. Punch a hole into the ground and watch the laser beam moving around spilling magnetic energy on the ground, it is something that you have never seen it must have evolved out of a dream come a little closer to the center where the clouds is moving rapidly around the circumference of time.
I have been gazing at the symbol moving slowly in the night sky.
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