Tuesday, November 6, 2018

For IGWRT ~ Tuesday Platform ~ How To Bridge The Gap of Peace

people walk,not all have cars,many go on donkey carts
too heavy for buses or trucks to pass,dogs and sheep
and buffaloes saunter,rather dip in to clean their parts
peering peeping at all who pass or standby to wash cars

buffaloes find peace in water,as sheep find  in passing
donkeys find in crossing continuously,no stopping
drivers find peace peace in clean cars, dogs in running
after vehicles, and I just watch and try to gather joy

that I believe is visible  for I see the freedom
in little acts of life, cleaner safer lighter feeling
peace it is peace it must be,peace for the day

peace ..maybe ..all the way, on the way,on the bridge….

Tuesday, October 30, 2018

For The POET By DAY ~ Jamie Dedes IN LIEU OF FLOWERS, A POEM ~ Leaving Love as a Precious Gage ~

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Wednesday Prompt by Jamie Dedes 

“Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you’re there.

“It doesn’t matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that’s like you after you take your hands away. The difference between the man who just cuts lawns and a real gardener is in the touching, he said. The lawn-cutter might just as well not have been there at all; the gardener will be there a lifetime.” Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

کہتے ہیں چاہت اندھی  ہوتی ہے 
یہ دل اور روح  کا لطیف  رشتہ 
اس میں کیا پرکھنا کیا   عمر کا  تقاضا  کرنا  
  جب کوئی  خوشبو   چپکے  سے روح  میں  سما  جا نے
تو کسی  سے  کیا  شکوہ  یا  شکوہ یا شکایت  کرنا 

بس یہ کرنا کے  کہ کسی کو دکھی نہ کرنا 

احترم ن  آخری  بار  پکارا  پھول  آپکو 
اب  آداب  باغے شاہی  تو  سیکھ  لو  پہلے 
پھر کسی  گل  و  شہزادی  کو چاہنے  کی  جرات  کرنا 
دنیا سے چلے جاؤگے  انجم  
کچھ  اپنی  چمکتی  خوشبو 


یھاں  چھوڑ  دینا
پھر  آسمان  پر  جا کر 
سکوں  بھری  چاندنی 
نچھاور کرنا 


love is blind and so we say,it
 finds to the heart and soul -its way-
so why think about age 
why judge  the clayey cage

when  sweet fragrance engulfs
the spirit then lament not, nor
pity thyself nor cry, for 
love is a precious gage

so grieve no heart on Earth
nor make bleak a life
you will soon be away
from struggle trial and strife

before I cease to be I called you
 a flower  a tender rose petal
and now I must learn the laws
of the garden', accept the nettle 

maybe in time I may find
 the  true bright light, till
then on the high night sky
will be to shine , and sigh

so I leave behind some love
some  effulgent fragrance with 
 perpetual  radiance ,remember,
peace is- only with complacence





Tuesday, October 16, 2018

For The POET by Day ~ Jamie Dedes Wednesday Writing Prompt ~ Melting Into Timelessness ~ Sensing Nothingness "





every moment a tiptoe sounds

I close my eyes to see

as I feel the page

as words take shape and form

my thoughts encircle the song

inside the circle of the dance

is it the dancer or the dance?

Ah! only my soul knows

Only my heart can see-

I close my eyes to look

up from the book

at the love of purity

which is but a scent sweet

I reach out to touch

Nothingness ‘

Ah The presence in Nothingness’

Love of Eternity ‘

Close…

closer than the thorn is to the rose

growing from dust

glowing in the dust

dust to dust we rose

engulfed spirits in time

destined together to repose…

arms spread out to receive

like the scattered petals

of the beloved rose…..

my eyes on the book I close

the dancer moved bent and rose….

life went on, life goes….

far far away, forever...


Tuesday, October 9, 2018

For The Tuesday Platform for ~ IGWRT ~ So Many Songs Unsung ~






so many poems unwritten sailed through
so many songs unsung flew
and I sat and viewed the sunsets
and the silver lined clouds

and read the figures in the mind
and formed pages and pages of  long
stories visions angels meditating
misty mornings emerging to half
the day gone and so soon
it is afternoon,

and still I smile and muse
as 'Changes creep in...
children are no more around
silence is the faithful companion

in my soul is the musical sound
of life, crush of a falling leaf
shaken sent, to the ground
and I wrap the shawl tight

waiting,hoping to see the unseen
hoping to be in pure divine Light

For The POET By Day ~ Wednesday Writing Prompt 'Love , Smile I may for Whom ?



Smile I may for whom
eyes may shine, for whom

Be oblivious of all pain
forgetful for joy, for whom

may someone be a friend
friendly I may be for whom?

why strangers seem my own
stranger I may be, for whom

shine I do for all at night
twinkling silently I wait for whom

special someone may never come anjum
keep the heart open,unknown love may enter soon

Thursday, April 12, 2018

For POETS UNITED Midweek Motif ~ Vision ~






I left the room downstairs for I felt
it was somewhat dark though cooler 
than other rooms in that house beside
the muddy trash filled running river,




a river it was a river it is and running
bordered by green patches,empty plots

trees houses big small and other lots
some white birds some colorful flying

close over the water,what vision they
have I wonder,what reflections in liquid
they perceive in the skies,the little eyes
may see more than humans can surmise,

dewdrops in view, petals drunk waving,
 pansies smiling at butterflies fluttering,
vision catches the eagle soaring,
 to perch on peak high standing-


yet it is the participating mind
that teaches us to be soft and kind
like  the cool raindrops, which descend,
 dropping down to be a cool friend


  they have a vision from the other
 end,and I must see beyond the sky
beyond the stars, beyond the known
 unknown beyond the clouds up high-

make life beautiful as the beauty you
see, the vision of peace it must be...




  




Saturday, February 3, 2018

For POETS UNITED Midweek Motif ~ Moon ~ Eclipsed It Shines ~


 
I will write about the moon, soon, I thought
of Timothy Boon, who went up,to the moon
in a balloon, a poem we read in school,like
Godfrey Gordon Gustavas Gore,was a boy

who never would shut the door,the wind
might whistle the wind might roar,but
Godfrey would never shut the door, and
there is more,the shining moon,went along


where ever we went, there was a song,either
a woman with a spindle, or  the sleigh in
the sky, the moon all along shining by, half
its course 'ye ronne' by weeks, and nights

dimming all the lights, for romances secret
or silent prayers,or the summer  gardeners
stance, tending, watering careful, vigilance,


But wait a bit, miracle of miracles, reveals...
astronauts saw it too, heard the Call, All
Power is manifest and when belief  was a test
people said..show us a sign...and Lo, it...the moon

was split in two, joined again...no life
nor air nor water, yet eclipsed it shines...
bright as ever, between Sun and Earth
in peaceful light,in cool joy and mirth...


Friday, January 26, 2018

FOR ~ 'The Poet by Day' ~ Jamie Dedes ~ Ms. Weary’s Blues, a poem … and your Wednesday Writing Prompt- Light Upon Light ~


But lost in that Universe of Light
will “I’ still be?
will “you” still be?
answer me that
What is the character of this Light?
Matter or myth?

                                       


             Light is neither matter nor myth
         it is The Only Truth 

in moments when engulfed is the spirit
with warmth unseen, who makes existence
tremble and shiver?  as beads moist appear
 from nowhere, soon to transform
 one to coolness...doors of sight
half shut, flipping up and down, 
'reach out, a voice calls
you hear, 'help me,  oh please, help,
I can't see, it is so dark and 

I am so weak, 'heat 'dark heat, go ...
put on some Light' O Light'
Light Upon Light' 

blues surround as blackness shifts, is it
going to lift or grow less? am I awake ?
or sinking, or rising, ascending into
more darkness...darkness before being
and darkness after? I am not aware...
my being is being created, in fluids unseen
I have no voice, nor breath, it is not Death?
I float and swim, it is so dark...

put on some Light' O Light'
Light Up The Light' 

who do I call? who will hear?
Who will come near? who will bear
the pain and make me well again?
It is The Light The Truth The Unseen One
that is the Character, No Myth or Matter
Look up , it is day...it is full of Light
Look up, it is night, it is bejeweled with Light
Light Upon Light ' and The Book is Bright

and when I once was, in the blues
I did not know what would be
listless weak  helpless was the spirit
in me, would I be? or would I be no more?
doors of sight dimly saw the "saline drip"  bag
drop by drop, drip drip,dropped the drops
would it be dark soon? or ..as I lay...slowly
darkness flew away, brightness made its way

before I knew , brighter it grew till I
 could bear no more
Light it was Light all over me, Light
Upon Light Upon Light, it did stay
till my heaviness was light and
 my blues faded away, away far away

Light the Healer, Light is Blue, see the sky?
up high or see the sea  below
layer upon layer, vast boundless in view
why blue is the color of peace?
Celeste Marion is painted in this hue'
tis holy and sacred and true'
To have hope is good to pray is best
chose the good blue, but be not in the blues'

Light Upon Light is the Ultimate Truth
Turn towards it to be out of darkness
Be Guided, out of fear, out of all 'fright' 

what I leave behind and what I may take
the good deeds I do the joy I make
the help I give the needs I fulfill and all
what for the Lord I share...for Life is a test
and to be grateful is the rest
I will go for 'life is a journey not
a destination' ...from darkness to 
illumination...








Friday, January 5, 2018

For POETS UNITED Midweek Motif ~ Doorway' ~ Femininity in Fetters ~

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Lift the latch and

you will find cracks
in the door scarred
traces of hot tempered
rackets-

sad sorrowful echoes of
screams slaps and strikes
in the tender dwellings of
famished femininity-

whose chest is crammed
with refrains of ugly curses
profane, drafted with hatred
mundane-

beauty’s blend for care
created for eternal company
stays abused spared not
why?

who will cut the strings
of human bondage
lacerant tortured
Suffering Silent Cry!

What was ancient
ignorant and abolished
made eloquent and sacred

Open the door and you will find
famished femininity current
in countless fetters

slowly visibly tabescent-

Why-

Wednesday, January 3, 2018

For 'The Poet By Day' ~ Wednesday Writing Prompt ~


What is on your mind and in your heart as you start the new year? 

The year ends, 
leaving gifts joys and blessings
reunions , joining relationships
for some the time is joyful
for some full of pain
as days of sorrow and parting
come back again

this year I feel peace and joy
yet sorrow and fear move along
for life manifests hungry poverty
threats to security and liberty
enemies restless firing bullets
innocent killing goes on...

some enjoy the snow and play
for them cold snow is a game
some lie shivering,no name
some build bonfires the same
sing dance and be merry
for tomorrow is,no blame

will come to shine and light
my heart says forgive more
make happiness and space 
for others to share, spend less
save more, war looms ahead

who knows what life may have
in store,
work work and work
make life meaningful and easy
for others,help them if you can
smile smile smile
be grateful for all the blessings
look around there are miles
and miles and miles of them
.......

SARA FATIMA MIR- CHILDHOOD FUN