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Yenson Apr 2019
One Republic
pick and mix, assorted all sorted
wrinkles missing, smooth as glaciers
toils reversing on harbingers like excesses does
walking the trodden alleys learning Sods mathematics
organs pains for non-organics are inherent consequences so
one Republic and the anthropologists utters a myth in passing
all bananas look like all bananas because bananas are bananas alike
sing a song of three pence and a pocket full of fear
Plato's cave a grand auditorium for lames
united disunited ages in anti-virus glares
white noise in white air and masses sigh
the emperor's coat plays invisible chess
ladies think long and hard in minds
for a dolphin swims like none-other
the glides of the sweetest depths
and in those places unseen
expanded vibes of feels
know reasons why so
it's the bigger snap
it's the difference
the forbidden
fruit lures
will not
move
not
go
in
This piece is inspired by the Brexit situation where the masses are in disarray, confused, pent-up, belligerent and feed up yet cannot stop being obsessive and charmed by it. Monsieur Barnier is determined, Angela Markel has dreams of taking it big and sea of free dolphins swimming. We all dream on and the equally obsessed Press write dirges, doom laden nonsense and masturbatory expose on distorted views and wishful thinking. Hapless Mrs May goes grey daily and watches helplessly as wrinkles arrives daily on faces that cannot let go and just doing the same thing and saying the same-thing over and over and over again  and by the way, what is the Black Rod doing about all this (for does familiar with British politics ) I definitely think  
the Black Rod will calm things down, yes, that's it !!
Jenny Gordon Apr 2019
Hopefully if you're unfamiliar with that song google will comply and locate it for you.


(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCCXXXVI)


Blue skies out West look deeper in a sense
Than Illinois e'er knows, clouds in betrayl
'Non floating laz'ly in such vast seas they'll
Assure ye rare pools know, til I from thence
Half ache to be in those dear prairies hence
As childhood fondly knew, swept to avail
Clean of these houses clustered sans aught bail,
And where the Thunderbirds roar through fr'intents.
I said I'd join the Air Force, but Dad fer
All that said: No.  And that is better too.
Yet oh! the Rocky Mountains!  O those pure,
Unfathomed bluest skies!  What is't that'd woo
Me from their depths?  I feel it 'non bestir
My soul, just watching from afar.  And you?

31Mar19d
Or mebbe I'll record myself singing it one of these days...only the chorus, though--"Colorado, THAT's King Sooper's Way, That's King Sooper's Way...." Is it called Aldi's in the armpit?
Shaun Mar 2019
Generally, whatever's said outside

some shack, some interim man's

dwelling/s- like his words

(are) just uttered in vain, not

cacophony, but smooth

round phrases, splayed with

well-rounded intentions.


Whether it's sonic reach

falls behind his sneeze

or his anger clouds the trees,

his shack- a mess of foul timber

shakes and struggles to hold

these words, an outflow of

his welled-up memories ( seared

through his longings)

haunted by willows, painful mist

and crumbling dwelling/s
Trinity Mar 2019
if i could dream the endless dream
the dream of all dreams
the dream that i could feel

in this dream i would dream of sadness
in this dream i would dream of happiness

the endless dream;
i would dream about living
i would dream about pain

in the endless nightmare;
i would think of hope
i would think of dying

in the endless dream i dream
JAMIL HUSSAIN Feb 2018
To
This man’s
Poetic mind, heart and soul
Drunken words of poetry you are
Imagine now, how elegant, royal, adorable
Delightful, stunning, magnificent
And   g o r g e o u s
You are

✒ ℐamil Hussain
Arihant Verma May 2017
Amazing, curve of an arm,
wave of a hand speed breaking
over the stretch marks on lower back
feeling the lines like the habit
of taking corners of clothes and sheets
pressing in between the gaps
of *******, a pleasure
no one else ever even sees.

Wrap of an arm, making the back
and front the ancient interior China,
the arm, the great wall of China,
protecting from sadness
and occasional loneliness.

Curve of the legs fitting the other
like they were two rods under thermal stress.
The vastness of the *** comforting the lack
of it on most days, when my body hair
is as natural to you as blinking,
I miss how two bodies become void
In the shape of night’s silence, the arc
Written for not being able to just lie down, wrap and sleep with people anymore
hazem al jaber Feb 2017
Fires' longings ...






beloved and sweetheart ...

tonight ...

and every night ...

day by day ...

and every day ...

i will create a unique love ...

create into your love ...

only for your love ...

and will be the unique lover ...

unique one ...

only for you ...

i will make a miracles ...

no one ever knows before ...

even no one heard about this love ...

will amaze all humans' eyes ...

will draw you into the heart of sky ...

as i did into my heart ...

will draw your picture there ...

to watch you day by night ...

will draw you ...

to enjoy watching you ...

enjoy this admirable face ...

that face which lives into my eyes ...


dear sweetheart ...

need you ...

so hug me ...

need your love ...

so love me more please ...

sweetheart ...

my heart dying for you ...

my soul lost it breathes because of distance ز..

this distance which apart between us ...

so please ...

come and give me back my breathes ...

through your soul ...

your soul which it the soul of my soul ...

sweetheart ...

here i am drawing you ...

while a fires' longings eats me ...

taking me from world to another world ...

searching about you ...

to find you and to stay forever with you ...


come and safe me ...

from those fires which eating me now ...

here i am waiting you ...

waiting you, because i love you ...

yes i do ...


by : hazem al jaber ...
JAMIL HUSSAIN Oct 2016
O '  L o r d
E n l a r g e   t h e
Chambers within my h e a r t
So that my soul will forever burn
I n   T h y   d i v i n e
S p a r k

✒ ℐamil Hussain
Ronald J Chapman Aug 2016
How many times,
Will you return to me,
In my remarkable dreams?

You taking my hand,
Guiding me to a magical land,
To a time of kings and princesses,

Chasing my fears away,
Remembering your tears,
Longing for the taste of your lips,

I can't forget the black nights,
We held each other so tight,
Your glow was bright as a new dawn,

Am I foolish waiting for you each lonely night?
How many more nights will you visit me in dreams?
So I can wipe away the tears.

My dreams are all I have left from you.


Copyright © 2016 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved
Lyn - Back In Time MV (The Moon That Embraces The Sun OST) [ENGSUB + Rom + Hangul]
https://youtu.be/qXi2hhfXn6w
Melaka Jude Jul 2016
A thousand hands around me now
Grabbing hold of my soul
Trying to tear it to millions of pieces
While I struggle to keep it whole

My heartaches for a happiness now lost
My eyes to see the light
My ears to hear a voice so sweet
My skin to feel no fright

The world seems so dull and grey
Even the flowers have lost their smell
A life full of sadness and worry
A life under a shell

My heartaches for peace and quiet
My eyes to see the sun
My ears to here a piano's notes
My skin to feel the calm

How can life be so lifeless?
How can it be so dull?
Why wont the birds sing once more?
Why cant I see the sun?

My heartaches for lasting friendship
My eyes to see face of joy
My ears to hear unstoppable laughter
My skin to feel at home

A good friend once so near
Now is far away
Longing for his presence, longing for his trust
Now my heart will ache.
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