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Agling thoughts that once did bloom like swiftlings
on a cleaned faced mind by the morning sun of day  
We sang songs of glory in our living room  
sailing on through the years that went by like lightening
We savored every mental picture every image,  
of a life well spent...
It’s sad
      how the people
             you were once
                 so close with
                        can become
                       just another
                     stranger
you don’t know

Inspired song
1) You’ve got a friend by Carole King
Written 7-21-24 posted 8-16-24
I have been friends with Peggy for over 40 years.
I have been friends with Cindy since third grade she married my older, brother(, it didn’t work out.) But still we remain friends. The thing that changed the relationships with both of these people  is
Trump derangement. syndrome.
Even when I suggested let’s not talk Politics, it didn’t matter. I was no longer their friend. Because I voted for Trump.
I wonder now if I ever truly  had a friendship with them.
Sometimes, I feel
that the modern world
has traded love, for clarity...

has traded flowery gardens,
for deserts.
has traded stars,
for a picture of stars.
has traded dance and songs,
for analysis.
has traded ecstasy,
for mere control.
has traded heart,
for mind.

has traded life,
for death...

© Manan sheel.
When it’s my turn to be reaped
- as I know it someday will be
- let my final, earthly verse be poetry.
Let the vast heavens weep,
may my wake not be cheap,
and peace be upon my coterie.
 Aug 18 Rabiu Ameen
Aslam M
Heavy rains fall,
No shelter in sight,
The only path forward is to walk,
Each step soaked in the downpour,
Clothes cling, hair drips,
Drenched, with no escape.

Nature whispers its lessons,
In the rhythm of the rain,
Sometimes, there is no avoiding,
No resisting,
Only acceptance,
And the quiet strength to move on.
Nocturnal dreams of midnight fantasies
neon flowers alongside scented lily pads
Rippling clouds, crossings on the moon
magnetic fields of bluing, yes I see

Angels flying, flitting round the globe
calling over stars to light the path
Magistrates of heaven glorious chants
soft and mellow pastel, like the sea

Beatific vocals soft as voices of the earth
enigmatic secrets of a society, un-known  
Cooing doves, fragrances of evening musk  
Divine Beings attired in Elysian clothes like Deity.
 Aug 12 Rabiu Ameen
LL
who's to say my life
isn't full at twenty-nine
to each cup its own
The quietness of this morning:
I am happy - at last.
They wonder if Heaven exists,
I have the proof that it does.

Undisturbed by the neighbours,
their children and their cars.
Silent, angel-like halo
of the sky-growing sun.

Maybe I'm only dreaming,
maybe I'm still in the sleep
and  I'll wake up to screaming
of angry man in the street.

So let me enjoy this moment,
even if it's just a dream.
Today I'm not going to church,
the church has just come to me.

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