For POETS UNITED ~ Poetry Pantry #232 ~ This Year

Christmas Time, Christmas Time and prayers, 

Prayers for peace, a peaceful refuge, 

Welcome Light, with lights on trees,

Green and white, in coloured deluge;

Décor delight diversity diverted;

All hope one, all call one, All pray one;

Life to begin, or life , to cease?

Christmas Time, Healing Time and tremors,

Tremors of blasts, killing blasts, 

Farewell Love, with flags on caskets

Red and Blue, in deathly solitude,

Sacred silence spirit severed;

All around flowers, all fresh now

All withered now, none in baskets;

Christmas Time Christmas Time and Salvation

Salvation, for every nation?

Salvation Eternal, end of turmoil in blood and sand,

Crimson and cream,

 a moaning scream, a shattered dream?

One for one, each kills one, 

one by one, till none is none.

Christmas Time, Christmas Time and Love;

Love for All, a Tolerant Love,

With Gifts garlands and Gatherings,

Silver and Gold, Young and Old, 

the Brave and the Bold,

Weak and Strong, the Fighters for Freedom

 for the World;

All with Love, All at Home,

None at WAR, Glad Tidings for All.

Amen .Amen .Amen.

~ 'For Whom The Blood Flows ~

O for whom the blood flowed first
when we were the young children 
we knew by which enemy for what
cause reason or  division of land

we lost hundreds and hundreds then
we got the land for faith and peace
we knew the flag and leadership
but down the line,lost was the grip

somewhere entered the evil mind
slashing loyalty leaving faith behind
everything further divided destroyed
killers shooters n enemies employed 

life became money and money life
race to be rich in struggle and strife
a freedom attained became enchained
 freedom protests in free country life- 

 strangest demand with song n dance 
putting the children young in a trance
once again we know the enemy for sure
but a nation dead, not alive anymore--

when beauty salons and fashion grow
destructive decline of civilizations show 
O people where did you lose the way?
is faith weak, have we gone astray?

For whom the warm blood flows now?
 gold of hemlock  have we drunk
growing greed  broken kinships 
how deep have we, in Lethe sunk?

what does it mean in a country free?
are we free, then still ask, to be free ?
when bells toll and muezzin's call
then surely the bells toll for you and me

but death is rampant brutal and rude
we have forgotten  Aad and Samood
death will visit again,who knows
  to separate lives, leave bodies in pain

smiling young innocent laughter

quietened for ever in green clothes

 grieved, shocked at butchering blows

O For Whom,the blood so young flows ?

helpless I feel but write I must
wake up faith, let us be just
rise repent, follow the true path
 before as dust, we all return,to dust.

~ Wake Up Human, Wake Up Child ~

Wake Up Faith Wake Up, Its time for prayer

Oh let me sleep a little more

I'm exhausted and a little sore 

I played till late 

to get a high score

Wake Up Life Wake Up you have a purpose

work and serve work and pray

honest n faithful you must stay
O let me enjoy
Do not annoy'

Wake Up Rich Wake Up Its time to pay
Spend Spend for The Giver
riches will become a river
O why why should I?
I have much, yet to buy..

Wake Up  Books Wake Up Its time to study
Read read read all the best
read n write,never let it rest
This is the Good 
This is The best

Wake Up Human Wake Up Its time to go
you have been lazy n slow
 enemy is winning on the go
killing is not the way
give love, tolerance show  

Wake Up Child Wake Up Its time for school

Wake Up Wake Up,  rise and shine

But what  a waste and wild
Child killed for a killed child

Nothing is mine, Nothing thine


Wake Up,  Repent.......Wake Up.....Peace
Sleep Hatred Sleep........

For ~ Theme Thursday ~ December 11, 2014 - TOUCH ~

O Unseen friend, I feel you in  wandering clouds

those who fly high, no one can touch them

O friend I hear you in mellifluous sweet notes 

sound spread in spheres, no one can collect them

no sign will remain anjum  maybe just a name

who lives in repeated death, cannot die, but live

For POETRY JAM ~ Quiet ' ' There Is A Quiet There ~

seeking the quietude roaming worldwide

up on the Roof of the World who 

can be but the most daring-

there is a 'quiet there'

on a green square turf playing

in white with a white smashing

matching skills over net

in crowd there is a 'quiet there

nature's growth of seed and grass

nothing moves, no wave no pass

Divinity Supreme resides in valley

there is a 'holy quiet there'

For POETS UNITED ~ Poetry Pantry #231 ~ This Land Is Golden Green and Good ~

this land is golden green and good

for them, who knew and understood

all are poets in perspective prose

all visions revealed all visions close-

rocks, soil or stone the path is laid

straight or steep by walking made

come gaze feast and be full serene 

 place in valley and mountain scene 

this land is golden green and good

Six Word Saturday ~ 13 December 2014 ~

On a Green Cool Hill Station 

Plato and Poetry

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

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'

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.

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)

                                                    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'

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

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

~ 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

For Dverse Poets Pub ~ Poetics – War Poetry ~ A POW’s Thoughts ~ Returning Safely from Battlefield ~

I am beside you once again

Now be it sun storm or rain,

Sorrow and fear are away, afar,

Happiness floods me gone is the pain

Of loneliness , peaceful is the soul;

chains of captivity broken at last

How wonderful, how precious  feels

The sweet breath of freedom;

Home...

Home again, among love and care

Ah! Home is something very rare!

With thanks to Allah, I bow, low,

Bless me Oh Lord ! to you I pray,

Give me courage to defend my land

If need arises, and duty calls, any day.

For POETS UNITED ~ Midweek Motif ~ Halloween or Celebrating the Dead ~ One Night in Nottingham in October 2003 ~

I heard a step outside the window, 
and smelt a whiff of scented tobacco
I thought at first that it was imagination
 or the work of spirits or Hallucination-

I stopped to think, afraid of what I may see
It may be a fairy or the silent stealthy kitty 
knocking something accidentally- 

But then I slowly moved the curtain 
again I heard the sound I was certain. 

And then I saw him,
on some spiral  stairs
a man slightly bald
thin in physique holding 
the staircase railing 
with fear, waiting to gather 
his strength so weak
step by step holding the stick, 
tightly  showing a phase 
of  life in the age,
loneliness and infirmity,
helplessness sympathy,pity, 

another step, 
another clang, 
another year, 
another question, 
would he be alive , 
the next moment 
what if he falls? 

why is he alone 
what figure of skin n bone, 
of breath and breath , 
of body of stone,

what thoughts in the cold ,
what step or steps so bold, 
what the heart may hold 
Or what the heart may seek? 

Can one call or feel,or wait-
or walk so straight, 
up the stairs or down
like the two pointed ladder 
and all the apple picking, 
Has he done the barrel filling? 

He stepped down the last
and I stepped back, 
I waited for a while 
but no sound came 
Why life is silently
 lonely for some?

 I looked around, 
I too was alone-
Time ticked,
second by second. 
No one was with me 
and I thought
Maybe soon I too
would  be,
thin physique 
skin and bone
maybe, surely alone , 
maybe not, maybe?


With these thoughts 
I put down the broom with 
which I was cleaning the room
switched off the music 
then again I saw,
a man, outside the window
looking inside,eyes unblinking
thin pale face 
body clad in
a long overcoat
in silence he stood and 
looked and looked...

minutes seemed frozen hours

later......
'Mom, 
I guess the owner of
this old council house,
you have seen
died 60 years ago,
happy to see you clean
the room where he must 
have sat 
and watched
the outside scene...

Son,  was it a ...spirit...a ghost...then...
He smiled
Oh Mom ! just pray no harm they mean
remember it is the time 
the night of Halloween' 

......
in silence I made a firm decision
I would never ever complain 
about the stairs in the house again.

CER Copyright anjum wasim dar 2014