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Arcassin B Apr 2015
By Arcassin Burnham


Want ,
Nothing to do with you,
I prosper only for happiness,
While you're possessed with greed,
Second,
Don't want to listen to you,
Its more than enough to digest,
While thinking I was all you need,
Do,
You just not recall,
Someone told me secrets,
Didn't hear them all until now,
See,
In the guilt I hope you slip and fall,
I just couldn't believe it,
I have nothing else to do with you now.
Free!!!
Dr Zik Mar 2015
Words with layers of meaning
rushed to come in my mind!
When
A recall springs out of heart in the want of You
And then I feel! Distance between the two
me and You
disappears
And
Fragrance with the news of meeting
spreads in no time!
A translation of my own poem written in Urdu language. The name of book is "RAH TAKTI AANKH (راہ تکتی آنکھ)"
Dr Zik Mar 2015
its old tale
they come on train
it was, it is as raining
drops of tears
or
pure dew drops
same and, real and natural
look them, feel them their free fall
as many times, you recall
You are not alone
xx Mar 2015
My all's beneath all
I have seen of this collision
In the wind I lay
With the air sinking in
Freezes me to my core
I have thought of thee
You're the one I owe of these
The one I always wanted to be
But I'll go first
To the sky but fall
Teardrops kept flying
Leaving my weary eyes
And all of those
Keep on flashing at once
Until I meet the melting sand
Burrowing me with my blood,
My thoughts, and my hands
Dr Zik Mar 2015
When we face towards the east
North is left and south is right
When we see towards the sky
We see the birds flying at height
East end sun to us doubloon
West end will be ending soon
Learn directions, sing a song
Four directions round you all
If you face hurdle, confuse
Think a while to have recall
You can learn if you don’t mind
West is diving see behind
Oh, oh, hay, hay, he or she
They and you too can it see
We are facing rising moon
Autumn, winter, April, June
Poem
for the children
of age from 5 to 90 years
for all ages...

.......
Money Talks

and what it said back then on the railway bridge
at Bloomfield Road (no longer there of course)
was "You can spare me – it means only one less
penny ice lolly from the corner shop !" (no longer
there of course) and the train will make me huge
(steam no longer here of course) and the others
will laugh and cheer as you scramble down to
the line place me centred and climb back up
here again before the train shoots through to
Central Station (no longer there of course).

Gigantic copper-coloured disc and this recall.
Still talking half a century after.

(c) C J Heyworth August 2014
Daylight 4U2C May 2014
There was a song,
I recall like a drug.
From my childhood,
yet faintly lost at sea.

It was a sweet song.
A whistle?
A sweet song indeed.
It was a humming,
and a hemming.
And I sway to the long,
for that old sweet song.

The song that shut
sweet child eyes.
The song that could
disguise bad times.
The song filled with warmth,
to soften my ice.
The song that calmed pain,
proving the existence of 'truly nice.'

This song from way low,
to the day I now know,
is my..heart
my..sky
my lu-lu-lullaby
I always wanted my parents to sing me to sleep. Read me a book to sleep, but they didn't.
  The only thing my mom read to get me to sleep was the bible. And we weren't even that religious.

Now I love lullabies so much! Vienna Tieng- Lullaby For A Stormy Night is my #1!
Daylight 4U2C Apr 2014
This is not the person you once knew,
my face is dried and thin.
I haven't got the faintest clue,
how the picture remains,
nor who,
why,
or when.
I only recall some old 'honey' song
And how every line would begin,
"I love, love, love you."
As if to not speak of love was a sin.
I no longer know what to say or do,
struggling to remorse here once again.
It hasn't been very long,
but I feel I have forgotten the feel of your skin.

— The End —