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Badshah Khan Feb 4
Rubaiyat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 8

BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem

The heaven and earth decorated on this noble month. (Rabi’ al-Thani)

Your feet are blessed, for every guardian, and to this world,

Blossoms flourish in your love even in a dry land,

Oh Jilani, all guardians, gathered to welcomes you,

As you are the king’ to entire guardians,

Everyone welcomes you with utmost respect.

As your are Jilani, my Loved and a respectful Friend,

Let me, hold your noble feet in my heart and walk on this earth.

As dust, of your noble feet’ Oh my Jilani!

Allah Khair….. Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem

Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan.
Rubaiyat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust)
Poetic T Feb 2
I dreamt within the confines of my room,
              of a place where the white moments
                                              gathered in ease.

Collections within  them.

                                        Every negative
     and slowly asphyxiating gathering
being buried within
          the confides of a blanched confinement.

No longer where there shadows of before,
collecting in pools bellowing the fumes of


                                                        ill repercussions.

Instead the flakes of ******* highs drowned
             every moment out with delusion highs..


For within the white molecule,
        was a specific reflection.


And I never gazed deeply,
in fear of being
                          blinded with the truth.

Covers everything in a shallow grave
                of white mummers
crunching under foot.
Before

My feet are big
And growing ever bigger.
Large, wide,
And filling every shoe.
They stick out from me
Making flats look ridiculous.
They are like life rafts,
Falling to the side like pillows
When encountering resistance.

After

My feet are long
And growing ever stronger.
Supportive, storied,
And deserving special care.
When pointed, they are elegant,
Skeletal and muscular, even when in heels.
They are like canoes,
Chiseled and carved with love,
Gliding forward with intention.
ThatBrokenOne Jan 18
My dear friends
Thank you for being there for me
Carrying me around, all day long
Feet by feet, step by step

No matter the weight of me
You walk me around
Day in day out, with any question

You are there when I need you
Where ever I need you
How ever I need you

My feet, my dear friends
I thank you for being there
In times of need, in times of feast
For every time you where there for me
It came up in my mind after a long day of school and working, so they are a little bit soar right now
Johnny walker Jan 14
Wind that blows so hard today carry me away on the strength of your wind sweep off my
feet
Fly me far away from here where so many painful memories lay swiftly sweep of my
feet
Take me with you to were ever you do blow to another place another time to another day far far away
Just some thoughts while passing my day
Sho Victoria Jan 12
"You're no stray feline,
you're a lady," they will say.
As I trim myself to the pattern they made,
adjure me to learn the dance of their stick.
Turn a blind-knowing stare in a contrivance
of my tragedies, war, and my five inches feet.

"You're no stray feline,
you're a lady," they say.
Fettering my hopes to brew lies in my entrails,
for I have no value without a bind on my step.
Endowed with no shield nor shaft for fight that I was trained,
must cower behind closed doors with a conflict in my chest.

I am no stray feline,
I am a lady, they told me.
Churning and wobbling under their commanding breathe
to flaunt I am more than a dancing bone in a vessel.
But why would they bury my **** for helm and sword away,
and exhort me to put these 3-inch shoes of ****?
Stop binding me with every step I take.
juliet Dec 2018
your prestige and glamour
have grown too much
so many people bow down to you but
you can’t see your own feet.
expect me unwelcome
to your golden throne
i’ll raise your prices
flat iron my tongue to make you happy
rhythmize my lips so they sway
to the beat of my hips,
to the music of love
                                  love
                                             love
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