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May 2016 Sana

Eddy

May 2016 Sana

ryn

Eddy

I'm stuck in this eddy.
And I'm such a poor swimmer.

I get swirled around.
Like a little helpless fly
caught in a wineglass.
Unbeknownst to the drinker.

I'm stuck in this eddy.
And I'm such a poor thinker.

I allow my mind
to get swashed around...
Like a lone sock
in the washing machine.
Lost without its other.

I'm stuck in this eddy.
And I'm such a poor survivor.*

So I just submit
to the will of the currents.
Like an empty bottle.
Stuck head down at the neck,
in the bathroom floor trap.

Sink or float...
I can do neither.

#hellopoetry107 #eddy #currentstateofaffairs

May 2016 Sana

Heartless (Sonnet)

May 2016 Sana

Arfah Afaqi Zia

Heartless (Sonnet)

The aching pain in my ligaments,
The harsh deprivation my heart fears,
Uplifted by this bizarre weight I vent-
What is it that your heart says, my dear ?
Through your conscience you confabulate me,
Fuming love, celeste touch, lingered plea,
Withered and scraped from the deep blue sea,
Waves flow in haste rapidly and free,
Sanity strikes me hard digging in,
Silent echoes trail and haunt me freely,
Pulchritude disguise shows all my sin,
Clarity beyond replete seen mildly,
Recalcitrant yet powerful eases dive-
Plunging downward and gliding to thrive.

May 2016 Sana

..what we be...

May 2016 Sana

Irfan bin Yusuf Qadri

..what we be...

now have we not walked these roads at time
where many a thing continuously deny
are there no lessons which be to be learned
but them **** circlin' in twists 'n' twirls

why do our minds be deceivin' our souls
longin' hearts be denied by our egos
how truth be our failure at recognition
by those wretched lies we ourselves are livin'

for it's not just the passin' of seconds we be
where we say time we do have not, ye see
busy, always busy in fact with makebelieves

as rather these priorities we seem to keep
we bein' as herds as if all bein' sheep
oh dear body when thy soul leaves

*
..love always...

عرفان بن يوسف © AH 16/08/1437

"oh dear body when thy soul leaves"

..not meant as a dark nor suicidal writin'.., rather somethin' to contemplate upon...

Mar 2016 Sana

An Irish Airman Forsees His Death

Mar 2016 Sana

William Butler Yeats

An Irish Airman Forsees His Death

I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;
My county is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan's poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.

Mar 2016 Sana

midnight stars

Mar 2016 Sana

Tom Lengel

midnight stars

they told me
it would be too late
to see the midnight stars

and they told me
not to wait because
the stars would never change

and they shamed me
when i did not budge
but sat with my friend Hope

yet now i am grown
and perhaps i should tell them
that at midnight
the stars proved them wrong