Plato
banished poets
would not be happy
seeing so many
writers thinking
and writing poetry
Poets,
writing
are not fighting
nor are they blasting
nor putting innocents
to eternal sleep
Poets
Tempted
by inspiring prompts
may repair wrongs
in lives and lines
making people strong
poets….
change lives
for the better
WRITING for GRATITUDE PEACE and HARMONY - Food For Thoughts To Make A Better World with Happy Relations with All- Thank You. Your visit is highly appreciated
Monday, November 17, 2014
Friday, November 14, 2014
For Victoria C Slotto ~ dVerse Meeting the Bar ~Word Artists, Grab a Brush and Write!– ~ Treasure Hunt In The Sea ~
Oh so brazen audacious Gold,
floating in glorious celestial spheres
now visible now disappeared
Is it poetic art of the mystic sonneteer
or the work of the mischievous Kobold?
What pirates of the Carribean
may eye it to loot daring to
slash the seven headed
sea serpent brute ?
Pieces of Eight -Pieces of Eight!
Long John Silver may say-
as you glitter blend and sway
unfold from thunder ebonic to
flaming flying flashing furious forms
from deep stokehold darkness to fiery storms
Lo behold, marigold in the open seas
moving, trailing the Master Wardens
No one knows how many miles you travel
carrying the lightest load, you unravel
mysteries of life, reflect the Supreme Power
remain unsold precious and cool
no one can steal nor collect in a pool
endless vapours hot flares creating energy
Giving all in unlimited un measureable shower'
Thursday, November 13, 2014
For POETS UNITED ~ Midweek Motif ~ Swimming ~ 'No Ropes On The Skies ' ~
I seek, learn, I find, I wish to reach
fears do not restrict nor the physique
Mortal being, dust in water, making
way,on a divine path, growing moving
against winnowing wind, stable, on
stretched out expanse,yet folded
in curves.particles myriads, sand,
like waves, low and high in dunes
rising settling flying dispersing
clouding rolling covering grease
golden blackish floodwater beneath
moving in circles in oceans, seas
or in circles same, like a star encircling
or like fish in water organized, gliding
winged, small light colored or black
flapping in self. gliding forth and back
a movement divine, see
the Glory the Power The Sign
the rising of the sun and the decline
swimming in a limit, within a time
divided unseen there, here by a rope in line
no ropes on the skies no rift or drift
suspended in glory each in its own shift
'All in an orbit are swimming'
...............................
'all in an orbit are swimming'
Reference from : Surah Al Anbiyal ( The Prophets) 21:33
And it is He who created the night and the day and the sun and the moon;
all [heavenly bodies] in an orbit are swimming.
Sunday, November 9, 2014
For IGWRT ~ Imaginary Garden With Real Toads ~ Sunday's Mini-Challenge: Salvatore Quasimodo ~ 'Cease The Futile Dream'
Unreal World,
Oblivion immersed
Misty shady magically Gothic,
False beliefs in Lethe sunk,
Why not cease the futile dream-,
Losing Time, spent better else,
it is, but effort of the Self'
Come away from Fairy Land,
Let us See, where we really stand
Let us See, where we really stand
raise our hands in prayers
bow our heads for peace before
The Power Grand!
This is certain,
Uncertainty is not the Strand!
Truth is there
Truth will be The Certain Band!
Come’ Away from Fairy Land !
In the mirror, see
the real world-then let
The Miracle be...
beyond the sky, beneath the sea
emerge in pearly purity
No more Fairy Land
No more uncertainty
O' Astraea, Return ! in word
and deed, knowledge and justice
never before in this
warring world forlorn
was felt for you, a greater need'
Come Be the Ambassador
Bring the Utopian Grand
No More Fairy Land, but
Peace with all Virtue and certainty '
Ref Poem Mirror
(Ed ecco sul tronco)
(Ed ecco sul tronco)
CER Copyright 2014 anjum wasim dar
For POETS UNITED ~ ' Midweek Motif -Bonfire ~ 'Boneless Bony Bonfire' ~
Image courtesy Google
No more wars will there be
no more plots or intrigues
no rockets tanks or missiles
guns loaded on razee, set to sea;
planes drones shells and stones
screams cries groans and moans
all the hate fear race or creed
for any war there will be no need;
today I have finished all desire
anger, wants of gold sapphire
all worldly 'Bones of Contentions'
Burnt them All in fine attire in a
'Boneless Bony Bonfire'
Friday, November 7, 2014
For MAGPIE Tales ~ Mag 244 ~ If Guns Were Flowers ~
if guns were flowers they would be colorful
beautiful appealing and smell so nice
they would be light to carry ,would carry love
and powder of affection rather than affliction
if guns were flowers there would be gardens
more and graves less, joy more, sadness less
would soothe comfort please and caress
friends favorites fans more,enemies less
if guns were flowers I would plant them
then gather the seeds to share for PEACE
then gather some more , go to the shore
sail the seas on ancient ship,to get more
CER Copyright 2014 anjum wasim dar
Sunday, November 2, 2014
For POETS UNITED ~ Poetry Pantry 225 ~ Once Again I see All In Nothingness
Once again a cold mist surrounds
Grey dull darkness makes the light
Thin bare branches stretch out tight
bracing the long wintery wait with
the trunk stuck deep aground;
Once again I see All , the same
Life is a game
Of time Of love Of words Of rhyme;
Once again I see
rainbow twinkles in those dark eyes
Once again I see Him The Supreme
with the fleeting glance
He made All in His own image
I see Him when I see All and I wonder-
How close is He, in a smile in the eyes-
No one knows how time flies
Once again I know He sends love
From the Heavens above
The spirits are one with words
Formed in flowing thoughtful poetry-
Once again there is emptiness but
I see All in this Nothingness
Once again a cold mist surrounds
Once again I see All , the same
Copyright CER 2014 anjum wasim dar
Saturday, November 1, 2014
~ Random Thoughts in Oblivion ~
Darkness engulfs when eyes are closed
sleep like death drowns in oblivion
nothing felt nothing perceived
in unknown lands the spirit slips
flying amid visions, hours uncounted,
flying in spaces in gorges steep
who thinks in heart and mind,calls
a trance strange, casts a pall, move
and turn consciousness recalls
open eyes to feel alive its the same
silence broken by a dog's bark
bed chair cover blanket and walls
four days away with broken links
what thoughts flow what one may play
missing someone? Oh do not say...
come finish the tasks that you must
you have faith with truth and trust
sincere intent love pure and just
judge not O heart you do not know
other than what words may show
be true, write true make hope flow
Words are sacred words are holy
words guide words are company
words are comfort words are lovely
words first make the way to love
words from the heart reach the heart
and convey the truth from above
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