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 Jun 2018 Nature Blue
Path Humble
left my phone unlocked
on the taxi’s back seat,
won't be the last time

called it a few times
finally, the driver picked up

he had a fare immediately after mine,
and was now headed way downtown,
and would call later
when fate returned him nearer my office

and so it came to pass,
very shortly thereafter,

we met on the street,
he rolled down  the window
and with the greatest smile of pleasure,
as if he had won the lottery
beaming,
handed me my phone

I had two $20's to cover any expense he might have incurred,
neatly folded in my hand  
and offered it right up, right away;
but the driver repeatedly pushed my hand away
as I insisted,
saying:

"No sir, no no, not necessary!

Allah sent me a fare
that took me soon back close to you, so,
  no loss of time did I suffer,
so your offer is kindly unnecessary!"


to which I replied,

"exactly!
Allah sent you to me
so I could reward you!"


and with an equally, beaming smile I continued,

"our ride and meeting today,
together was pre-ordained it was


Inshallah!" ^

something he could not dispute...
or my knowledge thereof and it’s
proper pronouncement,
nor
his amazement,
to disguise!

  we parted ways
   each believing,
   each receiving,
a heavenly check plus,
each, credited with a mitzvah^^
on our
respective trip logs,
our humanly divine balance sheets,
kept by the
single
supreme taxi dispatcher
Arabic for ^"God/Allah willing" or "if God/Allah wills," frequently spoken by a Muslim


^^a meritorious or charitable act in the Jewish tradition

FYI,
NYC taxi cab drivers are suffering economically by the explosion of ride hailing app cars, many unable to pay their bills, earn a living, have committed suicide over the past few months
https://www.nbcnews.com/news/us-news/sixth-new-york-city-cab-driver-dies-suicide-after-struggling-n883886

true story, poetry is there for the taking
~~~

write the scriptures,
the Book of Me,
with authorship
exposed on the books cover,
of every word have ever writ

flawed, ignored, rejected,
necessary to self-publish
upon the unpapered internet,
where words are ionized

I take an oath,
self-administered,
oath sworn upon mine own scripture,
testify before a jury of my peers,
me, myself and I

what you read,
is not imaginary,
I am real,
you are realizing

each of us has a truthful name,
in spite of acronymic disguises employed,
and wearing it,
here, upon this.....line dotted,
place my neck,
ready for
the executioner


you
~~~

October 24, 2015
7:20 am
 Apr 2017 Nature Blue
Michael L
BLUE* oceans I see
Waves DANCE perpetually
Feel HER gravity
Em, this is your haiku (I admit defeat) ... (smiles) ... congrats!!!
 Apr 2017 Nature Blue
Michael L
Darling, have we reached perfection?
The pinnacle, the peak
Our hearts and minds fully aligned
No need to utter a word to be heard

Darling, can I call you mine?
Your name, eternally on my lips
Satisfied each day with your presence
I'll guard your heart from pain

Darling, can I be your lover?
It began with a touch of your hand
Now I'm aroused by the rest of you
Continuing to quench desires thirst

Darling, how can I resist your beauty?
Your eyes, they smile at me, I'm crushed
Lips of silk, work their magic
Hypnotic curves, lead me astray

Darling, can you stay?
With me till my last breath
Our story, it's not yet finished ...

... Darling, can you stay?
seduced ...
There was a knock at the door
The doc. came through
This is what came out of his mouth
There is no more I can do
I am sorry for you

It was all I could do
I tried
Not to cry
I fail to my knees
I cried out
Why me
I am not ready to say goodbye
How long before I die
This has got to be a lie

I pulled myself up
Be strong
He is not wrong
It is not about how long
It is on God's terms
It is what he taught
What I have learned

If you see me
Do not feel for me
Let me know
I was a good man to know

Who knows
How fast or slow
I could go tomorrow
I am not feeling low
I know
I will see the golden road
I will see God face to face
I will finally be able to say
Hello
!!
Hello
My book...




its my book ...

loving book...

book with my words...

created only just for you...



here i am sending from my place...

where i used to write about you all my poems...

here is the book which is only talks about you...



when you open this book with your soft hands...

to read those pages...

which talks about you...

you will see me through my words...

my loving words which they loves you as me...

their into its lines...

you will realize that ,no one lucky as you...

no one has a rights to be into its lines...

only you and my words ...

and the love which we both granted...


lived all my life, just to live this dream...

dream about our love...

to make is love ,ageless...

lasting always forever...

never die...

stands only just to give us more happiness ...

famous,steady as a great pyramids...

a great history that never die...

every one wish to have this what we are in...



here is my book my sweetheart...

make is so warm in a cold days...

and pleasant as an air condition in a summer...

just to happy you and your eyes...

every words is a song...

and every song wrote and created for you...

to get a beautiful song...

so babe sweet angel...

come lets compose its words...

and lets play on its tone...

through our strings' love...


here is the book...

enjoy your eyes...

and feel my love...


hazem al jaber ...
 Feb 2017 Nature Blue
Michael L
Your lips move slowly,
yet, in this moment
there is silence.
Your warm breath
caresses my face.

And with anticipation
I don't need words.
Everything you need to say
is whispered in your thoughts  
and echoed by your fingertips.

Your touch is thunderous,
resounding deep within us  
penetrating all my defenses,
filling that space between us.
In these moments I submit.

Powerless to resist this passion.
Ecstasy and lightning entwined,
flashes of lust and love
spark from skin to skin,
as the silent storm surges over us.

Briefly the world is muted.
Only you and I exist, fully exposed.
Vulnerable, we surrender completely,
trusting this silence to satisfy
our unquenchable appetite.
Thanks Elizabeth J for allowing me to collaborate with you on this poem. It was my pleasure!
 Dec 2016 Nature Blue
Mitch Prax
I left my heart in Belgium
I left it on her bed
I thought it’d fade like autumn
Wither like leaves until dead
She said she’d hold it close
Keep it warm throughout winter
She’d treat it like a rose
And bring it back as warm as fire
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