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
.......

Wednesday, December 27, 2017

December Poetry 2017 ~ Colours ~ By Mir Abdullah





there are many colors
I'm going to tell about
some colors
the first color is orange
it has four blocks
the next color is blue
it also has four blocks
the next color is brown 
it has four blocks  
the next color is black
it has four pieces
the next color is dark green
it has four pieces
the next color is yellow
it has four pieces
the next color is pink
it has six pieces
the next color is light green
it has ten pieces
the next color is red
it has 11 pieces
the last color is off white
it has 20 pieces
and that is all about the color
blocks and pieces

Thursday, December 14, 2017

For POETS UNITED Midweek Motif ~ Celebrate ~ Think Stop, Think ~

in cold, grief  snow bound encapsulated
crushed fallen swept foliage separated
branches heaving moaning  sighing
I , like the brave trunk stiff but

December last days,ending or drifting
to  new beginnings, dreary evenings
what is to be celebrated, one is thinking
it is a time of gathering and blessing…

bloodshed blasts ,death blows through
North East North West North South North
does not stop- by benumbing weather
death knows not barbed wire or border

why celebrate the coming of Peace when
peace is not belief,when straff and strife
is here there and everywhere, then, do
do we really love or care for human life “?

Celebrate with joy in white and red
white is a shroud and blood is red
spirits rise, bodies lie, darkened sky
players play with arms’ held high-

I seek Peace and Holy Peace will come!
we pray and decorate honor and wait’
‘O People do not stop to Celebrate’ the
Gift of Life, let the Bells Ring, anticipate

bury the hate for black or white
world is a rainbow ‘ day or night
think stop think no one is winning’
Hark, I feel, Someone Blessed is Coming’

Know now the reason the time, not, is late’
Time to Be Happy Time to Celebrate , Celebrate

Sunday, November 26, 2017

For POETS UNITED Midweek Motif ~ Flower Rose' ~ Oh Dear Flower ,If


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O' Dear Flower, folded 
in invisible scents
tender covers
softly protecting
the unknown
wrapped in curves
like hands,a 
praying pair
patiently serves
in quietude

O Dear Flower, resting
in a book,
making the page sacred
to the touch,words that rest too,forever silent, till they meet
the eyes, of an unknown, bear the flaps and caresses, 
of moving finger tips, as the covers flip, 

O Dear Flower, you are a rose of many colors
budding, blooming, on bush and bowers
in sunshine rain or cool summer showers
spread on shrouds  taken to high towers 

O' Dear Flower' how long can you stay
the fragrance radiate, the presence, comfort
the love share, If only you could, for ever be
and like the words lay for me to see

If ......