My love you with your charm and graces you bloom like flower
Your innocence spreads in the room like an innocent bower
You are an endless stream of beauty ,love takes eternal shower
Beauty is real queen of night and love is like a relentless chaser

My sweetheart like flower of night you cherish and bloom in night
Your real charms crop up to touch edge of eternity to take to fight
My eyes have your light so it is you to remain always in my sight
You are so beautiful so charming and like glowing light so bright

But coincidentally fortune became fate to pay a trick to your graces
We missed my love just by few paces price has to be borne by races
My love moon and your beauty streaks became victim of eclipses
Rivals taking shelter of the darkness taken over all our real chances

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

When Childhood has no face!
When you can't feel the spirit of that child in you!
When you search for that hope to revive the dead emotions!
When you look at that face and you wish to touch it to feel its virginity!
When you are unwelcome to unmasked what has been masked!
When the "ShinTaiDo" gives the wisdom to speak out of your feelings!
When anger or frustration is meeting with other anger and frustration, then what kind of "Fire" is in the Place!
I know nothing about what they call it  Terms or Jokes...
I know those feelings and emotions in those feelings...
I know the mystical touch in the sky that i can't express....
I know that i was asked to say, No matter how it will be received...
I know I am a messenger of a different kind of message!
I am Charm!

I wish a glock to the brain
will help cease the pain
But mama don't like blood stains
mama gon' curse God's name
clipped wings
clipped dreams
wisdom sold to the libido
What a perfect innuendo

finally free
finally me
the whiskey made me finally see
how nothing matters
but the moment in these chapters
so much color
the ambience splendor

before the lifeless daughters and sons, before the bridges burned,
there was love
ignorant boys calling girls ****** deadbeat dads deadbeat moms
Before  the  voices fortissimo
Before the clown smiled
I saw you from a mile
I saw me in your arms
I was calm in your arms

You had all the charm
I had sober eyes then..

We ...
Are The Architects of Our Fate
we build the walls
all these gates
We construct solid walls
they take them down
let them fall
then look around
for Solid Ground
until it's found
I plant my feet

Take a seat
share a story
of honored Glory
My Father was a Carpenter
a Master Builder they would say
And I see his buildings
every day
Arts and craftsman
my kind of build
houses filled
engrossing skill
amazing will
holes were drilled
handhewn milled
beams
intricate details

imparted to me
you can see
by carving
wooden
weathered
leather hands

It's good to admire
though I do not aspire
to live in one now

I miss the farm
in  simple charms
A time exsist my  memories

Queen Abigail of Chelsea
a border collie
she was our dog
Willamina a hog
or the name of a pig
rooting earth she'd happily dig
a silly gig
She never was a meal
Her funny squeal
Saved her life

had a horse  named Cochise
no wool from lamb
that we could fleece
you could not ride
but would stand on hind
legs
and beg
for marshmallows!

I miss the Farm
all the time
it taught me
life is worth living
to keep on giving
what I can.


Cherie Nolan © 2016

He was terrible at dancing
It was part of his lackluster charm
He tried so hard to do what he could
I can only hope and pray
That the day does not
Come where I begin to
Feel guilt.

We drank three bottles of champagne
He's a beautiful person
A terribly old soul.

But I cannot wait for him.
His mind is much older
Than mine
For I do not want to speed my own aging.
To grow old this young would be a tragedy
And soon many would write songs and plays and poems about us.
But maybe I would want that.

"My roots run deep hearn' these Green Mountains of Vermont. "

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