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I love watching the sun
stretch its magnificent spikes,
giving life to an aesthetic morning
while its golden rays caress my lips.

Sunrise reminds me
that there’s beauty in life—
nothing is so broken
it cannot be stitched whole again.
I lost my confession
But why u repent?
I shot at the sky
Did sin see me salvaged?
I cradled insanity falling upward
Got the tune with me?
I mocked the thorn, faded
Yearning, bluing, prattling
I hummed the silent lyrics, nested
Could dandelions dare astray?
08:46 May 10, 2024. By the wet windowsill on the fourth floor.
So untamed, it
Blows
So surged, it
Howls
So wrapped, it
Unfurls

There swirls thee stumbled
Here narrows the gate of nestle
Drizzles are drown
too subtle to afloat,
Stormy navy sky's gone
too distant from home.

Only yearned Thatness.

The grounded drop took a leap
into the sky soars the azure
into the sunray flows the torrid
As the rain not yet make its curtain call,
is the next symphony coming?
Summer sundown sinks me in subtle
Here I heard a cuckoo
18:31 May 30, 2024. In the remaining scent of a heavy rain.
I lay in your arms on a
Vacant bed of Poppies                                  
Watching a midnight blue sky                                                      
As ancient ferns opened curtains wide                                            
                ­                                                                 ­             
Cathedral upon cathedral                                                        ­        
Passed before our vision                                                           ­       
Each belled more splendid than the next                                    
                        ­                                                                 ­             
Slave doors were but half opened                                                
We saw arches being lifted                  
Marx and Brecht nodding in agreement                                      
We turned and rested in "I AM"                                                      
       ­                                                                 ­                                
The poppies faded                                                            ­              
Their red turning to blood                                                            ­    
Black centres becoming
AFRIKA !

Copyright © Ghairo Daniels  2017
This lilting night
in a world still trembling,
streets sag with silence,
the hush tastes of smoke.

A crow cuts low,
black wing against orange,
leans into the wind,
folds, veers.

Above the trees,
the sky wears a copper bruise,
clouds thick as wool,
the light already retreating.

Air carries the edge of change-
sharp as bitten tin,
wet as stone on the tongue.

All sound brittle:
screen door whining,
tires on gravel,
a match struck to nothing.

your page turning,
the small sigh after,
your breath, mine,
keeping time with the dark.
Bence Sep 21
It's hard to write down what i'm thinking,
My brain doesn't work after drinking,
So i use my heart to explain,
The unbreakable love that i feel.

If the brightest shooting star,
Appeared in the dark, blue sky,
I wouldn't waste a single second,
And ask god to make this happen:

To make you appear in my dreams,
Every night for a thousand years.
And i would survive all those days,
Just to see your perfect face.

I fear, that once i'll forget your scent.
But no, i can't,
It's in my heart, and in my head,
Lining up next to the million reason,
Why i can't let a girl like you,
Out of my life, just simply go.

I don't like tattoos, never did,
But to carve your name, into my skin,
I would do it with a smile,
Use the sword of a loyal knight,
With glowing ink, so **** bright,
It would lead you to me in the afterlife.

My final wish, the biggest one,
Is to bring you back into my arms,
And make your cruel pain stop,
You deserve this kind of love.
DIMASH THE SHEPHERD
(Story of One Sky Conclusion)

I am
Shepherd
Cloaking myself
In God’s soft simplicity
My tasks complete
Songs sung
Light shone
Souls ignited

Each day seven wheels
Revolved their full degrees
Now the Awakening
know that Love is the Strike
of Light on the sleep
of a hundred thousand
years of wrenching knots

I return to You
to dissolve again
in your gentle
Ecstasy of knowing
Yourself as Voice

Each of Your atoms
in a chant or falsetto
resonated in freedom’s
True radiant White

How you ached to know
if You could go further
than planets not yet discovered
You did through each of my
Harmonic breathes

Now I’m done to
cuddle frolicking lambs
and hold my staff
as heaven’s drumstick
It will beat the
silent space between
Resonating genes

You are well pleased
Our art of evolution
continues to vibrate
in every fingertip
each sea-sponge and
Sand grain

Refreshed I will descend
then ascend again
as You instruct
to expose muted layers
My F-sharps alchemising
wolves with nightingales

I bow to You
As I hood !


©GhairoDanielsPoetry2022
This poem is based on the song by Dimash Quidaibergen, Story of One Sky. It is a vignette of the Conclusion of the Song
I wish that I was sea,
To splash upon the land,
Saying hi to the humans' limbs,
Playing in the sand.

A single breath a girl can take,
Before she slips below the waves,
To search the coral reefs that do,
Blanket the sandy lay.

We can be, with spite so high,
Birds that caw at the beautiful sky,
For we cannot even see,
The life within a sky filled with glee.
after a long day in classes, i sat for my dinner and wrote this. i wish, sometimes, that life was as easy as poems.
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