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 Feb 11
JAMIL HUSSAIN
I swear you are the most beautiful, a vision so rare,  
Elegance flows from you, beyond all compare.  
Like royalty in grace, you stand so divine,  
A queen in your essence, your heart a pure shine.  

I swear by the glow of a rose in full bloom,  
Your radiance outshines its delicate plume.  
In the still of the night, when the stars softly gleam,  
I swear by your smile, a bright, endless beam.  

By the soft breath of dawn as it paints the sky,  
I vow with a heart that will never say goodbye.  
The stars that twinkle in their endless trance,  
I swear by your eyes, a deep, timeless dance.  

Through the weave of the sky, through the dance of the sea,  
I swear by your beauty, as boundless as can be.  
The wind that hums through the soft evening air,  
I swear by your warmth, a kindness so rare.  

And though the years pass and the seasons may change,  
I swear by the love in your soul that will range—  
By the endless horizon where dreams take their flight,  
I swear by your charm, your pure, radiant light.
Echoes of Your Charm 11/02/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
 Feb 10
JAMIL HUSSAIN
Do not seek love as you seek gold,
For in the heart, it’s always bold.
It is the stillness, the quiet sound,
Where truth and beauty can be found.
In Stillness, Love 10/02/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
 Feb 10
JAMIL HUSSAIN
By the rose’s touch, may love arise,  
A glowing light beneath soft skies.  
In every heart, may it remain,  
A timeless flame that knows no pain.
Under Love's Wing 10/02/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
 Feb 10
Vianne Lior
She was a girl with oceans inside her,
waves made of dreams too fragile to hold.
But the world is indifferent —
it pulls, it drowns, it takes,
leaving salt in the wounds it never cared to see.
Her tides fought back, rising, crashing, begging to be enough,
until exhaustion felt like peace.
Now she floats—not sinking, not swimming—just there.
 Feb 10
JAMIL HUSSAIN
By the charm of thousands of rose petals,  
May love bloom where the heart settles.  
In each delicate fold, in each fragrant hue,  
May love surround all that we do.  

By the dawn, when light is born,  
May love rise, a fire to adorn.  
In whispers soft, in shadows long,  
May love emerge, a sacred song.  

In the quiet hum of morning’s breath,  
May love awaken, defying death.  
In every smile, in every tear,  
May love be constant, always near.  

May it stir within each atom’s dance,  
In every particle, in every trance.  
In every whisper, in every sound,  
May love be the force that knows no bound.  

In the pulse of the earth, in the wind’s embrace,  
May love shine brightly, lighting space.  
By the moon, in silver lace,  
May love cascade, a tender grace.  

In the velvet night, where stars align,  
May love burn bright, an endless sign.  
Through every moment, through every sigh,  
May love rise higher, beyond the sky.  

In every heart, in every soul,  
May love be the song that makes us whole.  
A boundless power, a flame untamed,  
By dawn and moon, may love be claimed.  

In the soul of life, in every beat,  
May love weave its rhythm, soft and sweet.  
In each glance, in each tender touch,  
May love unfold, embracing much.  

With every step, with every prayer,  
May love be the force that fills the air.  
In the smallest gesture, in each song’s rise,  
May love transcend all earthly ties.  

May love flow freely, like endless streams,  
Filling every silence, every dream.  
In every heartbeat, in every sigh,  
May love reign, eternal and high.  

In every soul, in every mind,  
May love be the bond that we all find.  
A universe woven in endless grace,  
May love be the light that fills each space.
Threads of Love 10/02/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
 Feb 9
Bekah Halle
Lord, I'm not perfect.
And I mix things up.
And I'm so grateful.
That you've got my back when all goes ******.

But there's more to the story;
You forgive me. You shape me.
You resolve my head of worry.
You've got my back when I f#k it up.

Is this a love song?
Or a declaration?
I think it's a reminder!
I'm not the only one.

Perspective: I am an ant.
And you are the Son.
You are the one I seek.
In the morning, you are my rising sun.

Lord, I'm not perfect.
I go round and round in circles,
and when things erupt
I hide and nonchalantly pray: miracles.

Lord, I'm not perfect.
And I f
#k things up.

Sorry **
I have a tune in my head as I sing †his, don't know what it is or where it came from. Does anyone else hear songs to poems you write?
 Feb 9
Bekah Halle
Do not rush little beauty,
Nature's timing is perfect.
It will, when ready, gently unfold your petals,
Revealing how you are exquisite.
Though life may bruise you,
New colours will emerge.
Though there may be tears,
Whispery wind will refresh you with a new urge.
Rain will thus come, muttering your soil,
The sunshine with its sublime rays,
No toil will be wasted,
Because all is written on your days.
 Feb 9
Bekah Halle
I miss my best friend;
She brought adventure to my life
We hiked Machu Picchu and Kokoda,
Tasted dumplings at Holy Duck! in Kensington.
We were close for eight years:
Preempting needs - bringing her back a lg, skinny cap
after my morning walk around the Kirribilli shoreline.
But somewhere along the way,
I lost myself in her.
Love turned to hate.
She didn't see me, need me anymore
And it became too late…
I miss her.
Well, the idea of her anyway.
 Feb 9
Bekah Halle
Eight years ago, foggily I awoke from a 40-day deep, deep deep, sleep,

Seven times I've adorned the sackcloth, which may continue seventy times seven in acceptance of my new reality.

Six years of gratitude directed my heavy heart and thoughts, to reframe and good perspective keep.

Five rehabilitation programs, cross country, helped regain vital functionality, to commence

Four years of study, processing grief, re-skill, and grow more confidently, despite my

Three-second memory retention, slowly, but surely, my amazing brain rewired grey space. My

Two eyes view life in fragments hoping to be restored, by the

One Almighty God, who has blessed me with life; I stand in awe of His grace.
This is a tribute to my recovery journey from a stroke and coma. I will be forever grateful for big and small moments and experiences of healing.
 Feb 9
Bekah Halle
Where too, shall my soul seek immortality?
It hath been found in work and people — 
Are they not noble pursuits?
But Death they found, surrendered, feeble.

Heaven called, why not try I?
So sought and found sweet streams.
Rested but for a while — 
Until consciousness awoke my dreams.

Did not Shakespeare claim the pen,
Is mightier than the sword?
Now keys replace ink,
But still, words cannot be ignored.

Words create our worlds,
What doth they saying of you?
Breath sweeps o’er the mountains
Worry not the truth is still true.
 Feb 9
Bekah Halle
sometimes,
we live in
conversationless routines,
trying to get
our needs met
without risking vulnerability,

sometimes
that works,

mostly,
it does not.
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