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You love my eyes so take my eyes
You love my lips so take my sighs
But don't destroy my eyes with cries

Because they they carry your image
And don't waste my lips on the ridge
They carry your fragrance as a bridge

Take all my passion from pole to pole
You can **** me but don't **** my soul
It carries you my love as a whole

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
My words and my poems
Are no more than explanations
And embellishments
My means of expression
For my life is my "art"
It's what I am and what I write
It's why I need to write
To make sense of the things
I've seen and done
And there are times when
I think I've done far too much
Then, in deep contemplation
I realise I could have done more
And that kind of inner debate
And discussion with myself
Are a large part of my life
Which becomes my version
Of something like "art"

                                         By Phil Roberts
They say faces are the real image and reflection
I have seen most of the lies written on the faces
How can we find real sentiments and passion
Eyes in their own domain do take some chances

Every action tells a different story with a stance
Faces do take very many covers just to conceal
Whatever is hidden deep in the heart to enhance
Love with different shades becomes just a deal

Humans are a strange specie with idiosyncrasies
What they portray is based on lies and falsehood
With real breeze they just open up crease by crease
This is just mockery of world with no bad no good

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
When I was a little girl
I played guitar and sang
In the Salvation Army String Band,

I remember getting up on stage
To perform a solo - I was so shy,
But I held God's invisible hand.

My Father's big red guitar
Was bigger than I was at the time,
My Mother made-me-up like a 'Little Lady', Boy!...did I ever look so pretty and fine!

I performed in front of many people -
More than I'd ever seen
in my entire life, before,

I sang "Kumbaya, My Lord" -
I didn't miss one single blessed chord.

I wore a long, beautiful,
Ivory-coloured, flowing dress,

I was so young,
But boy!...did I surely impress!

For some strange reason
My shyness disappeared -
It just went away!

Surprisingly, I wasn't anxious
Or nervous - my Lord
Was watching over me that day!

My Mother and Father
Were very, very proud!

Their shy 'Little Lady'
Had just sung and played guitar
In front of a huge massive crowd!

As years passed, when I was in high-school,
I studied piano after school every Wednesday,

Music, roller skating, and poetry
Were the highlights of my every, single, living, Breathing day!

Not much has changed,
I still know how to play,

I still have a pair of skates,
And I still live and breathe poetry
Every single day!

By Lady R.F ©2016
Kumbaya
The Seekers
(*** ba ya) ("Come by here")
Lyrics
Kumbaya, my Lord, kumbaya;
Kumbaya, my Lord, kumbaya;
Kumbaya, my Lord, kumbaya;

Oh, Lord, kumbaya.
Someone's cryin', Lord, kumbaya;
Someone's cryin', Lord, kumbaya;
Someone's cryin', Lord, kumbaya;

Oh, Lord, kumbaya.
Someone's singin', Lord, kumbaya;
Someone's singin', Lord, kumbaya;
Someone's singin', Lord, kumbaya;

Oh, Lord, kumbaya.
Kumbaya, my Lord, kumbaya;
Kumbaya, my Lord, kumbaya;
Kumbaya, my Lord, kumbaya;

Oh, Lord, kumbaya.
Kumbaya.

Written by John Phillips, Richard Weissman, Scott Mckenzie • Copyright © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc
I do not have any claim over you
But still I maintain I do love you
So let me see what all is beauty
Let me explore every hidden entity
My heart and my soul are at stake
Taking a white lotus in the lake
Every contempt hatred and disdain
In your love I want surely to gain
My blood takes you to its journey
My sweetheart my evergreen honey
All around me is the fragrance alive
In your ocean green eyes I want to dive
Let me see what price I have to pay
If my life is needed I offer I must say
But your image my eyes will take
This is only for alluring beauty sake
Let us be together on love zigzag path
For this venture I accept all wrath
My sweet miss this is what is a kiss
You have a choice you can just dismiss
Me like a moth burn me my candle
My heart my soul my sweet little angel

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Life is full of problems ,miseries and hardships
To encounter any hurdle one has very many dips
Very many complaints remain under the lips
Very many sweet full moons remain under eclipse

What mockery is a man's life what test it takes
Soul remains always in trouble and heart just aches
In the hour of trial no one is there who partakes
Lot many chances do come in life but mistakes

Never leaves one to be able to be on path of solace
Heightened sentiments when encounter real grace
When one decides to take on difficulty face to face
Courage and confidence travels from race to race

Hope is hallmark of men who suffer with  solitude
They are always ready to pay homage with gratitude
One has to remain happy and never ever be rude
What makes real difference is ones positive attitude

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
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