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Jim Davis Oct 2019
The Moving Finger writes;
and, having writ
Moves on:
nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to
cancel half a line
Nor all thy tears
wash out a word of it.
Apropos for our profession of poetry I believe!  

From Wikipedia:  Omar Khayyam (/kaɪˈjɑːm/; Persian: عمر خیّام‎ [oˈmæɾ xæjˈjɒːm]; 18 May 1048 – 4 December 1131) was a Persian mathematician, astronomer, and poet.[3][4][5] He was born in Nishapur, in northeastern Iran, and spent most of his life near the court of the Karakhanid and Seljuq rulers in the period which witnessed the First Crusade.

The Princeton Encyclopedia of Poetry and Poetics quotes the tradition that the Persian quatrain-form, the ruba'i, originated in the gleeful shouts of a child, overheard and imitated by a passing poet.
Aidar Omar Mar 2017
With You by my side,
The road's like a long magic song,
Lucky stars from afar,
Guard OUR WAY night and day...

It's You I adore,
To You I belong.

With You in my heart,
I feel You're my treasure, my thrill,
Only You, You alone!

You are my dear lovely bride,
My delight!

With You by my side,
We'll soar through a wonderful life,
Life of joy, life of love...

You are my fairytale dream forever!
You are my sunrise, you're my sunshine!
My Love! It's such a bliss to be together!

We'll stay on OUR WAY,
I promise, come all that may,
The land of dreams we will see,
We'll be there, You and me,
We'll be there, You and me.

Stars up above will light OUR WAY!
OUR WAY! OUR WAY!
OUR WAY! OUR WAY!

We are far away,
We are on OUR WAY...
Aidar Omar Mar 2017
The story of his life,
Is like so many others,
For what's a man with all his strength,
If not put to the test?...

The story of the his life,
The time that healed the wounds,
The child within that has matured,
The fool within that's fooled...

The story of his life,
The map that has no borders,
The sunny day that saw moonlights,
The night that saw sunshine...

And all he see's the road ahead of him,
The life with love, with passion, with a dream,
Though it can be rough, with ups and downs,
He'll fly through it just as destiny desires...

The story of his life,
Is told not to impress,
For what a man needs on his quest?
Belief in himself...

The story of his life,
The breakthrough after stall,
The guts inside to pick the fight,
The talent that survived...

The story of his life,
The chapter still to write,
The character that will stay strong,
The man who holds his own...

And all he see's the road ahead of him,
The life with love, with passion, with a dream,
Though it can be rough, with ups and downs,
He'll fly through it just the way his heart desires.

The story of my life,
The chapter still to write...

Poem by Aidar Omar
Adereti Daniel Sep 2015
Slowly learning to pace myself.
In the event, I might manage to know myself.
Hidden from you, from me too...
Not like I decided to.
Most things with me
are unplanned.

It's just an ease on my cold heart.
You are such fire.
Pardon my cold.
If it's distance, then I'd rather fall away.
I don't maintain pace as long i should, yet you do deserve me
(i do too)... pause

Is this an aim to be better or am I lying to myself?

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