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so obvious the mistake
the ordered disorganization

the summation of a man's life
in an ampersand -
a logogram connection
tween two words,  
finally, properly sequenced

error then trial, then error then trial

perception - my life is an endless trial
punctuated and worsened,
periodically pierced
by errors
made of your own free (not really) choosing

"whenever confronted by a fork in my road,
I always chose wrongly"


and aye, here's the rub
the same mistake made repeatedly

example prime:
falling in love is just another way of saying
gonna end badly

and you constant cravenly confess
to yourself the ending unbecoming cause
you can read the handwriting on the wall
for your specialty is


*only love poetry for dummies
Waking in the night
Disoriented from sudden darkness
Skin cold and wet from
The sweat on the sheet
Hopelessness sets in as
Life's cares crash into my mind
Like a crushing weight on
My shoulders

I look around and in the darkness
I hear your breathing
Softly whooshing in and out
I am comforted by your presence
My faith is restored by the fact
Of you in my life

My mind thinks of the bible verse
That says that I am the branch
And He is the vine
And I realize that the same is true
In you

Without you
I can do nothing

I turn toward you
Place my arm around your waist
You stir
And turn back to me
You turn your face to me
And your beautiful kiss on my lips
Strengthens me
Bolsters me
Fills my heart with reassurance
Shows me that your love for me
Is undying
And true

You are my rock
My foundation
My light and my joy

You are the still waters
I love to lay by

You are the shining light of the moon
In the clear night sky to light my way

You are the meaning in my life
And my love for you grows day by day
Like an Amaryllis
Whose blooms never fail but
Are constantly replaced with more

I thank the Lord
For you
Every second of every day
And I will continue to do so
For the rest of my life
 Apr 2017 Tahirih Manoo
Aurelia
Your up at dawn
Your first thought is me
Your always working
No matter who flees
I ask where your happiness lies
You say in me
I never understand your love
I dont think I ever will
When I fear of your absence
I come peek at you
I know you care too much
and want whats good for me
Your happiness lies in me
but forever mine lies in you
Dont ever leave me
because there will be nothing left of me
I love you mom
I never got to love the girl
she spreads wide her rainbow net
where the sky plunges on crystal river
tides swell to hide her shame
ebb to fill her bag of catch

I never got to love the girl
her hairs in the wind
my dreams spawn
a flower rising from the riverbed
she grants a love in my head
spreads wide her rainbow net
thru the long night of blue moonshine
her frock fills up with sparkling life

I never got to love the girl
could no way be the right match.
Fishing girl, the River, Feb 10, 2017, 7 pm.
There she lies
waiting to fall asleep
but can't,
thinking of her beloved
far away somewhere
never returning-
forever gone.

She's hurting.

He's chasing sleep.
Thinking of her
keeps him awake
through the night,
the pain of being apart
he feels it too.

He's hurting.

In plain simple words:
If she hurts,
he does too.


**© Ali Qureshi
Sometimes love hurts, and words can't describe the intensity.
I keep replaying
Last night's scene.
An English man
sitting at a bar,
in a wealthy
side of town.

He was carrying on
with me about
The People
not having
a good reason
to carry a gun.

It's hard for him to see
why I strongly disagree.
I want The People
to fight for what they believe in,
and question authority.

It wouldn't be quite fair
if the law makers
and enforcers
had all the guns
and we had none.

Rebels are going to
have guns anyway,
but they call them criminals.
Then otherizing them,
making it "okay"
for them to be locked away
in 3x overcrowded cells,
for as long as they can keep them there.

Please keep explaining to me
why you,
who lives in a gated community,
are okay with your gun
in your locked safe,
but you're not okay with me,
who lives in the south end,
having a gun
on my hip
as I walk through
a littered park.

Or why it's not okay
for a women,
looking good
for a night out on the town,
to keep a gun in her purse
as she passes the downtown alleys
and begging homeless.

You're right about the terrorists.
They don't really exist,
but do you realize who
did bomb the towers?
Do you realize who is creating
the fear of black men, now Muslims?

Please keep telling me
that there's no reason
for a revolution.
That there's no good reason
For The people
to carry a gun.

There's nothing wrong
with fighting for what you believe in,
but blindly taking away
ones ability to fight back,
that's wrong.
Comment with your opinions on gun rights if you want!! Here's my opinion.
Simple joys we owe to ourselves
a debt not always so easily paid
people will try to pay this debt for you
but it's not a currency so easily made
it's when a melody grabs you by the shoulders
and twirls you around
when you find the answer to a question
you thought might never be found
that feeling you get when you see
your favorite shade of blue
truly, this debt lives inside of you
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