Monday, November 28, 2011

In Response to~Gooseberry Poetry Picnic~Week~15~ Since Time Took You Away~



home is not the same -
since time took you away to your own,
you are special, you will always be,
for the love and care you have shown;
to my mom and me 
and to all
 around you known and unknown;
for the peace you would bring
to all arguments and all things;
you are special for all you shared
held my bags dresses books and spared-
stored and saved my weakening strength;
when you gave me time,
you could have spent with your friends-
thank you dear, May Allah make all amends
and Bless you with joy peace and love
from all ends,
of the Heavens and The Universe;
You are my precious daughter,
my life my soul I think of you always,
Always in my heart,  never ever to part.

Sunday, November 27, 2011

In Response to~Gooseberry Poetry Picnic~Week~15~ Winter Sadness


Sadness and sorrow 
fill my heart
When I see the leaves
 silently leave the tree
Without a cry without a sound
One by one 
they come to the ground
Rolling over and over 
they go round and round
The cruel wind has no mercy
Standing quiet and motionless
 the tree is  totally helpless
But bravely the loss it will bear
Without a sigh without a tear'
When Time comes in 
Winter Sadness melts away
Spring sunshine tenderly,
 will  awaken
 sorrowful sleeping Mother Earth!
Hark !
Do I hear the bluebirds  sing?

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

In Response to Bluebells~Short Story Slam Week 15~ Changes Tell Us The Time~

Changes Tell Us the Time
 years that passed,
 months that were happy and decent,
 days we believe were recent
moments sad and terrifying;
Changes Tell Us the Time –
So much is lost- which I called mine;
 laughter, giggles and  shrieks-
 silent heads down and 'stand in line',
 innocent pensive silences,
 standing and talking against fences,
Changes Tell Us the Time,
In moments captured in pictures,
outlook fronts and fixtures
black and white color mixtures,
Changes Tell Us the Time
AH Changes tell us the innocent
unknowing mistakes we made
How much a symbol inspired
caused pain in the shade?
Changes Tell Us- Its Time,
Age, Beauty that must fade
Earth dug and ready 
where bodies must be laid,
Ah Innocent One, cut me no more
 for I bleed inside
For my errors and sins,
 I am paying and  have paid.

Bluebell Books: Short Story Slam Week 15

Bluebell Books: Short Story Slam Week 15

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Poem in Response to Gooseberry Garden~ Poetry Picnic Week 14~ I Thank Him



God sent you I know
Because I wanted you so
And I prayed to Him;
To send you as a friend, someone to share
Someone to care someone to laugh with
God sent you, I know
Because I asked Him to--
As He is the one who knows
He loves and cares
He is the One who shares
He makes us laugh and smile
God  sent you I know---
When I see you I see Him
When you smile I know He is happy
When you laugh I know He is smiling too
God loves us so
And I know He sent you
And I love Him, and I love you
I hope you do too, and I hope you love God ---
Please do.....
Since God has revealed you
 I know there is a purpose
I know, it is true, and there is a promise---
He has His way of showing His love
He can see us, sinners, from above;
I am Thankful for All His Blessings
If we stay on  His way
He will not leave us astray
I talk to Him, Thank Him every day
I am not alone in my room,
God is with me
And with Him, it is you I see---
And peaceful is the true company.
And I know He Gives ,yet takes away too
So I thank Him for life and everything
Till time will stop and no bird will sing.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Poem In Response to Bluebell Books Short Story Slam~ Week 14~

Am I a Princess
why so lonely
without luck
only friend
a toy duck;
soapy and foamy
is the tub
I want to cry
but tears are dry
no more water
in the tap
O Fairy Godmother!
Relieve me from stress
get me some water
and a fine dress
My Prince will come
Please help me
clear up this mess.
Am I a Princess?
If I think so
Then -Yes'

Saturday, November 19, 2011

Poems of Social Change~The Second Migration~

It was not across Aegean Sea
Nor with the swish of oars
Nor hopes or promises anew,
Dragging drowning drone
Dulled the mind,
All darkness in sight;
It was through nowhere
As time tore across bonds,
Separation sliding silent tears
Down the tender pale cheeks,
For the few young years
that memory will retain,
Will we ever meet again?
Oh why am I set, on this island?
The Golden Fleece I do not seek,
Nor a wizard on the yellow brick road,
For what Crime or Punishment
Do I leave, a land, no more My Land,
I am a born refugee of a divided nation,
Is this The Second  Migration ?

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Poem In Response to~ The Poetry Palace Thursday Poets Rally~ Week 56~ The Silent Carriage~


What cart is this?
what Roman or Ancient Red Indian Shaped
carriage, royal or classic or roaming on the range
where the buffaloes run
where horses gallop rough
and race the stagecoach strange;
where for miles no soul can be seen
where cries of YUHOO , Hiyaah
sound in the valley
with snapping cracks of the whip;
where shooters hide in the alley
but now tis silent
still and cold, where is the coachman
brave and bold, no horses no reins
no travellers for the gains,
parked aside in red and white,
yet, its grandeur still abides.
'Away Away, no horses neigh
No oil burns the lamp, bright-
I do see a group huddled n hooded
rubbing their hands,long boot footed,
what plans , what journeys, what rides
A mystery masks the man in the dark
and so is the  silent empty carriage, parked.

A Small Stone for~~ Writing Your Way Home~Writers Writing~


writers write writing 
race with word time running on
win lose novel 

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

A Small Stone for~~ Writing Your Way Home~Friends and Flowers~


Friends are like flowers
cool and comforting
in loneliness
in sadness
in fears
they come close
to support
and catch our tears

Sunday, November 13, 2011

Poem In Response to The Gooseberry Garden Poetry Picnic~ Week 13~ I Dream





I dream of a Place of Peace
But dreams are in vain
Time and again there is pain;
I was brought to a Promised Land
Created with killing, insane;
Where remnants of blood
Traces of flood,
Sensations of fear remain;

I dream of a place secure
Clean colorful and pure
But I am not sure
As I see
 the flying roof of a bus
As I hear
 the terrifying sound of a blast
OH how long is it going to last?
As I fear
One moment in time
May be so fast , before we know
And thus we are......no where, no more;

I dream 
of a moment of hope,
Of a land where I may be
And I may for eternity, stay;

But now I say
at the end of the day
I don't dream any more
I am at peace for sure,
My childhood was happy
Truer than any dream 
and I
With good grace and gratitude
try to obey not to betray but to pray
to the Almighty The Gracious, and The Supreme.





Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Poem In Response to The Gooseberry Garden Poetry Picnic Week ~12~ I Never Wanted to Leave You


This Week, Gooseberry Garden asks all writers to handle cases on Feathers, Fidelity, Figment, and Fables, to write about how they position and add light to our  lives.My lessons in life have been different, man learnt the first lesson from the crow saw how to dig and throw but never learnt respect and the grace of humility and led all mankind to lose the essence of the Supreme Creation


I never Wanted to Leave You

In all my education
I  learnt many things
maps  drawings  and readings
but I never learned the art

 of communication,


I never wanted to leave you
I wanted to say -
but I ended by saying
I don’t want to stay;


I never wanted to leave you, so

I wrote many letters
I gave you envelopes and papers
I gave you pens pencils and erasers
I could have said ‘ I need an answer’
You did write-a detailed in the box

note a ‘Thank You’
But kept it all with you,and even then
I never wanted to leave you.


I ordered  a special pizza
and shared your favorite Pepsi
and told you of my deep affection
But I got to hear ‘you have an infection”
still I never wanted to leave you.


Oh Dear I am a committed person
so many patients  wait in emergency
I need to sleep sleep and sleep
how can I all the promises keep?


Why do you say all this about affection
why do you even send me gifts
why do you wish to see
a small simple person like me?
Oh here is the miscalculation

Now I think I may leave you;

we the semi educated wonderful nation
take all affection as the result of addiction
and I just say that it is there
without the art of communication
'I never wanted to leave you.
I could have said that without hesitation…


Sunday, November 6, 2011

Poem In Response to Brenda's Wordle~29~ Delirious Horror~

    A piercing strident scream
blasted the  glass 
of the vaulted dome
drops of dark crimson blood dappled
the coloured window panes
thousand glittering cutting pieces
scattered jewel like
on the shining marble floor
pitching  delirious horror
into pleated mental frames
panic emitted further moans
and heavy sonorous groans
futile were the efforts to
cover the sorrowful sinful shames
repetitively ignited burning air
seeming to cool yet sizzling again
kept the agony eternal, in pain
Who to Call? 
Who to blame?
Who will help?
when words fail?
Who will hold the Holy Grail?
All Time Gone, with a swish
Suffering may go, if you truly wish
Come,Come,Come,
Be honest be good
Leave the shell
Walk Straight,away from Hell.

Friday, November 4, 2011

Going Back in Time




when fuel is short
and dry are the streams
the farmer with his horse
and plough is back
in the fields
the backbone of the people
he is following his dreams
or so it seems
going back in time
working coping hoping
amidst blasts and screams

Farmer Farmer get some coal
if you want your crop
and reach your goal

Farmer farmer get your horse
for salvation For The Cross
Farmer Farmer get your plough
Lets work and fulfill our vow'

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Poem In Response to The Gooseberry Garden Poetry Picnic Week 11~ Halloween Special ~ Unseen

 I thought I 
heard a tap
on my window
as if a branch
had awoken
from a nap
shaken by one
unseen
it was quiet
cold and dark
and I heard again
Its OK
Its All Saint's Day
Be Peaceful Be Happy
Ah! Its Halloween!

SARA FATIMA MIR- CHILDHOOD FUN