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comes from
the reconciliation
of
heart
and
mind

©IGMS
if you're seeking peace
reconcile first
your heart and mind
 Feb 2016 Gaye
Got Guanxi
I ran
 Feb 2016 Gaye
Got Guanxi
I Ran

She had this hedonistic Houdini nature,
She escaped from Shiraz,
Her personal Alcatraz,
She laughed as I asked;
How did you escape?

"I Ran" she said "I Ran"

She was particularly Persian,
Beautiful soul,
Perfect prose,
stunning, gorgeous,
My dreams came true,
As we ran the gauntlet between our acquaintances judgemental glare.

She walked through the door,
With shallow breath and a panting chest;
Windswept hair.
Late.

How did you get here I asked?

"I Ran"

She came so far,
To say I was her King.
Her shy Shah,
She said.
The concept of this,
Flew over my head,

As I asked where she was from,
she paused for a second

&

told me she came from Iran.
 Feb 2016 Gaye
Joyce
Sunny sunny day.
How beauty can take
your breath away.
People are smiling.
While the warmth
of sunlight is shining.
On faces so delight.
In forest so brightly.
Little ducks are swimming.
in sweet water.
A baby swan is cuddling
her mother.
Colored flowers
and plants that bloom.
The smell of spring perfume.
 Feb 2016 Gaye
Timothy Ward
Heavenward stretching lofty spires (a)
Man created strife (b)
In his penchant to fly higher (a)
He built a world that co-conspires (a)
All he sees is hate gone rife (b)
Realizing it's too late (c)
To carve out peace with use of knife (b)
There's too much hate (c)
For one man's life (b)
The poem feels almost asyncopated and I chose my diction carefully to slow the pace down and make it almost choppy ..to reflect a disharmony of man's actions from his professed religious and lofty ideals. I left my rhyming notations to reflect the difficult pattern this poem required. a/b/a/a/b/c/b/c/b ...I'm really gravitating to short form poetry more n more. Your critique is always solicited to improve the craft! Thank you!
 Feb 2016 Gaye
K Balachandran
Ah! such a happy mess is this,
the credit goes to us all
but no one, contributed to it ,
so generously couldn't
recollect the precise recipe,
or what ingredients went in to it,
have no hope of a mess exactly like this,
or taking steps to avoid it altogether!
A happy mess is an aberration of course!
Behind every mess are muddled minds
that look for it consciously or not,
an enviable coincidence of
thoughts craving to create disorder.
Out of compulsion of some sort
they seek gratification in it,
but look at their humbleness
all they say is this,"**** happens"
 Feb 2016 Gaye
Sourodeep
Slowly it burns,
the thick white smoke,
lazily it turns
curls up from
my mouth's manifold.
The fire lays hidden
beneath the ash
which has still not fallen.
Rays of light descend on me
its path through the smoke
now clearly I can see..
Beautiful world, all these what I have seen
nothing captivates me more than the green
;) :P

i lay on my back thinkin' at the stars
why i had to fight that many a wars
i watch the birds as they are flyin' by
always have wished bein' able to fly

i stay at pace wonderin' at the sky
why does the ego urge to satisfy
i hear those leaves whisperin' in the wind
all the amount on the trees i have sinned

i may be restin' as if behind bars
the dreams i have had but those nightmares why
i feel cold as the pressure overwhelms
it is i this world into depths has binned

for now my place is here beneath these elms
this grave now to be my only of realms

*
..love always...



عرفان بن يوسف © AH 09/05/1437

'a (pentameter) Sonnet'
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