in the silent look
a Universe ponders
its children.

a man of war will plant his flag atop every conquered hill
but the hill will regenerate fawn and flora, its own flag.

this is the part
where my ragged hope
and intermittent rage

give way

to mouth overrun
flooding pain

The lyrics of colors..


It was a field of beautiful flowers.. So many colors and auras, a dream within a dream.. So many reds to spread this crimson song that sings when the wind makes these flowers dance.. The blues are shy as they hide behind the reds not realizing they add the most beautiful lyrics to this quiet song.. The yellows spread their arms far and wide shining like 1000 suns.. The purples are mystery beauty that one can only behold under the white moonlight as it kisses the dark colored dream pedals that shine ever so.. The oranges blossom their sweet melody as they sing in chorus with all the other colors. And the angelic whites are so bright you swear that you see halos over them all.. Within this Galaxy of colors I come across one I have never seen.. In the center of this chaos of beauty stood one shadow black flower.. It stood alone colorless and sad.. As My eyes set upon it I realized that this one was by far the most beautiful of them all.. The shadow black star shined alone at the center of this galaxy.. This is the creator of colors.. Because without this there truly would be no beauty.. Thus beauty starts in the shadow black havens at the center of this beautiful song.. No matter how fast light travels its always greeted by darkness that has gotten their first.. This is the beginning..

I'm done
The words not there
The well is dry
What to do
What to do

Do all know,
the agony of,
the parched soul,
of the time,
of never raining

Where does,
the rain abide,
released by storms,
deluges bringing,
undesired by many

Hope for rain,
dance for rain,
leaping into clouds,
ascending, grasping,
for the rain

Please Lord,
Send a gentle rain,
water for the flowers,
of the soul
Pray for rain
Pray for rain

© 2017 Jim Davis

My friend asks me, how I create poetry
I must say that it is poetry which recreates
Poetry is my heart beat if it stops I may die
Poetry comes from heaven on blank sheets

Poetry is what interprets love to dedicate
Dancing soul with beauty in association
To the real soulmate on the very first date
Consequently love needs but no meditation

Love with lord is inborn, inherent quality
Eternal beauty is full of love beams , streaks
In which soul takes a shower to be just free
Moves from heart to heart,cheeks to cheeks

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow

Note.In response to my poet friend Mack's comment that how I write so much poetry.

Black swans and roses
And debonair dark hose
What the conductor says
Is how the music goes

Night's magic abounds
Students horse around
Then the music plays
And it's silent on the grounds

Spotlights make auras
Players dance through the stanzas
The night's nearly out
At the end of the codas

The kids run off the stage
Never losing a page
With the March air about
The swans act of their age