i tried to love;
i think i succeeded

but not like you,
not like them.

my love comes in waves,
fleeting and crashing;

it surges, strong,
then breaks against the sand

and i'm left with nothing but an empty shore

On the twenty third of June, anniversary of my father’s death,
The United Kingdom voted to LEAVE the European Union.
It was a close-run thing:
Fifty two percent to forty eight,
Though over a million votes between.

A result that will go down in the annals of history.
Another vote the pollsters and bookmakers got wrong.
I voted Leave, confidently expecting to Lose!!!
My friends were split in two
As Remainers became ReMOANers!

For I’m now branded a nationalist, bigoted racist
Who has made a massive mistake.
But I insist: Britain has Rejoined the World
And Our Commonwealth.

We are reborn
So sure there will be teething troubles.
We’ll have to learn to walk and talk again.

Cast off your gloom, Remainers!
Rejoice the brand new day.
Britain can be great again
As the dawn chorus resonates around the globe.
Opportunity smiles down on us.
It won’t be easy,
But when ever was it so???

The Phoenix rises,
Unfurling its golden wings…

Paul Butters

© PB 27\6\2016.

The summer sun falls behind
a horizon of fire.
The last light of day
turns the sky into an ocean,
*and I let myself drown.

"I am sorry."
She whispered, pain swirling in her brown eyes.
She wrapped her arms a little more around herself as she spoke.
"Let me go" silent plea written in her glass covered eyes.
He could see guilt eating her up, for being the reason of his pain, his emptiness...
warm black eyes starred deep into brown ones,
letting the decisive moment take over.
In the split second he realized he needed to let her go...
taking a deep breath,
he tried to feel the excruciating pain
that would stem from his bleeding heart but to his surprise he felt nothing.
She watched his warm eyes turning into icy ones,
thick walls starting to rise around his bleeding heart.
She felt her heart twist in her chest
In that moment she realized he would let her go.
But she will always be entrapped in those deep eyes which are now covered with thick ice.

My sweetheart your beauty aspires love from point to point
Let my eyes explore and taste from curve to curve joint to joint
Your beauty is eternally divine so allow me with love to anoint
To do this sacred task my heart my soul are volunteer to appoint

Grant me your style  ,graces and youth to deal with sheer sanctity
I have been through very many places but I have not seen beauty
Let me extend my love sentiments and taste with all my sincerity
Spring has not yet produced a flower which can be termed so pretty

Allow me to celebrate your beauty in my own thundering style
Let me be enthralled to forget this entire world less you for a while
Let me follow you in the zigzag paths from pace to pace mile to mile
Think about the trust reposed by me in you forget about silly the trial

Col Muhammad  Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow