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Her intoxicating smile takes my heart away
I can't resist my soul to dangle and dance
On a swing of love like jubilant lover I sway
My heart desires ,take chance after chance

Let me play with the flowers in the garden
Let me be the part of loving celebration
Beauty instigates to take every love action
Let me be out of me for the said duration

Come and bloom in me in this spring
Let me see you all around my sweet love
Let me see you from string to string
Let me take you in arms my innocent dove

Col Muhammad Khalid khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow
 May 2017 Adelaide London
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Meraki
 May 2017 Adelaide London
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The basin drains her polluted blood as wine envelopes morose
Every minute is a memory, onset of her blanketed comatose
Vying in a fog of icons and myths, words always fail them
From every misread evil that is disposed of improperly
From every neighbor or friend eternally mute again
From every gilded pattern that leaves a cuff for the eyes
From every fetching barroom, where all such nadir lies
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Love is a miracle and miracles do happen
Which do take when to the edge of eternity
This beam of light sparkles in that one
Who takes life on his palm to be really free

Beauty of the universe embraces forehead
And takes its share from victorious boon
Destiny and destination come to instead
To be the part of this really wonderful tune

Stream of life takes real turn but to flow
With full dignity integrity and real sincerity
Life when becomes ready for sacrifice,glow
To establish itself to overcome any disparity

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow
God gave us wings,
So we can learn how to fly.
Must God take them away again,
Cos we're causing people to die?
The bombers... :(
Ain’t no blacks going to heaven
And none of them Godless Jews.
Only real white folks are going.
Let me tell you the real news.
And them A-rabs, just forget it
That’s just not going to happen.
Shouldn’t line up on judgment day;
I’ll go down the line and slap ‘em.

It says right there in the Bible
How the good people are all white.
The rest are not really quite human
Heaven just ain’t for them, right?
You wouldn't you want your daughter
Or your son to breed with them?
You can tell just by looking
Intermarriage would be sin.

And we’re talking about looks
Sometimes that doesn’t work
Because some Godless whites are
some kind of non-Christian jerks.
And queers, let’s don’t forget them
With their disgusting abominable ways.
They will be left behind too
In those beautiful final days.

My Father is waiting in heaven
Where only the white and good go;
Gonna to be nobody but Christians
When Gabriel’s horn will blow.
Because My Father is God of Love
Of all creatures great and small
But he ain’t go no use for heathens
And no love for them at all.

And if some of you have children
That don’t get washed in the blood
Then all your praying and crying
Won’t do much of any good.
Sorry, but the rest of you lose
And it’s all quite out of my hands.
So, go ahead and pray to my Father
He’ll be sad, but he’ll understand.
Christians bigots supremacists hypocrites poetry Kincaid
 May 2017 Adelaide London
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Listing
 May 2017 Adelaide London
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Farewell is a good word
it often returns

in the dark like Charon
floating by in my own
listing imagination

I hold light for his boat
and echo goodbye

like the long nights
follow days, without pain
death is only melancholy

she said you'll have to say it
soon, you know,
to your child and your wife
and, yes, even to yourself.
If it is anything that describes my life, it is comparable to being a Goldfish. A Goldfish stuck inside a plastic bag. I can be floating at ease until someone traumatically shakes it, the water will begin to even out until everything starts shaking again. I lose my balance, I lay at the bottom yet I still have the courage to get back up again because I still have the capacity to try.
This nation is in Fool School
Taking all the classes
Taught by a clique of nearly
Brainless evil *****.
Making up the facts, they do
Exactly what they're told.
They’re replacing our integrity
With lies they are sold.

Do you believe in equal rights
And children who are fed?
The monsters in charge all say
You’re crazy in the head.
You’re so in love with nonsense
You fill your empty heads
With play-pretend broadcasts
Of what the top cats said.

Did you want to go and vote?
Maybe, maybe not.
Possibly this next election time
Freedom's no longer hot.
These days things are changing.
It all depends on luck
And what the ruling class believes
And who spent enough bucks.

The Dean and faculty now
Of the current Fool School class
Doesn’t really give a ****
If we fall on our ***.
They’ll take the country with us
And sell it to those who hate us
While the Dean always does his best
To openly denigrate us.

What kind of person is it who
Pays for his own execution;
Chooses those who caused the mess
Begs them for a solution,
Then whines about small things
While ignoring bombs and guns
That are about to blow the world apart
That's what Fool School has done.
politics traitors freedom collusion fear hope poetry Kincaid
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