POETIC OCEANS 2

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 par t .

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?

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

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 t...

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'

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 ?

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.

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

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

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.

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 y...

    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.

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'

  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!