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My love is so sober,kind and so serene
She always wears her heart on her sleeves
Remains on screen being beauty queen
Respect over and above she always receives

This is the reason that I love her to explore
What all she has to present to the universe
What else she keeps in her beautiful store
Since she has a grace and style being diverse

My sweetheart there is no other lass like you
You are the one who I kept in my eyes and heart
You are that moon which comes out of blue
To be my part for ever just never ever to depart

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
 Jun 2016 Torin
RAJ NANDY
Dear Poet Friends, Delhi is well known for its Dust Storms during the hot and humid month of May & June, and the absence of rain! This poem was composed in the Month of May 2008, and posted on ‘Poetfreak.com'.  Hope you like the same. Thanks, - Raj
    
                  DUST  STORM
All through the sultry and humid day,
The sky had grown angry and reddish grey!
And the evening suddenly became very still,
As an eerie silence crept there in!
When suddenly from the sky came rushing out,
Making a prolonged whistling and gushing sound,
As if some beastly hounds have been let out, -
There came the raging, ravaging, Dust Storm!

Lashing the tree tops and smashing window
panes ,
Uprooting old trees by road side and lanes!
Ravaging and railing with its destructive force,
Blew the angry and relentless dust storm!
As papers and packets and old withered leaves,
Flew around like thread-less kites on this hot
Summer's eve!
All my collected thoughts, desires, and dreams,
Flew helter-skelter with the winds up high,
Like rudderless ships without direction,
With the whirlwind in its maddening motion.
With dust in my hair, in my eyes and mouth,
As the sand storm raged all around and about!

When after some time like a spent out force,
The storm abated as night drew close.
With dust in my hair, in my eyes and mouth,
But a pleasant coolness prevailed all around!
Dust Am I, And To Dust I Shall Return, **
Once I wake up from my Earthly trance!
And with the raging dust storm I shall rage
one day,
To join up in its maddening dance in the month
of May!
                    ---Raj Nandy, New Delhi.
** Based on 'The Book of Common Prayers' for the Anglican Church, where for funeral services these words appear, - ''Ashes to ashes, dust to dust''!
 Jun 2016 Torin
Stephan
.

I saw her walking down the path,
then leaning on this tree
I wondered if she just might like
to be up here with me

I said, “come on, it’s nice up here”
She said, “I like the ground”
I yelled, “the view is very clear,
I can see for miles around”

She said, “but here the grass is green,
the flowers at my eye
I could not see these wondrous things
from up there in the sky”


“This tree is old, this branch is strong,
it easily holds the weight
I’ve been up here an hour or so
I’m sure that it won’t break”

“Oh that’s not it, my climbing friend,
that is not it at all
I do not think that branch is weak
and both of us would fall”


“Then what, if you will tell me please
keeps you so far below
For where I’m at, this highest peak
provides a perfect show”

“I just prefer the feeling of
the earth beneath my feet
The fragrance of the summer breeze
upon my face so sweet”


“But way up here the sky is blue,
like nothing that you’ve seen
The valley and the mountain side,
as if comes from a dream"

“Well, I’ll not climb this tree with you
and if a friend you be
Then you will slip down from that branch
and come down here with me”


I shimmied down the mighty oak
and staring in her eyes
I saw a view I’d never seen
on any morning skies

She said, “I’m glad you didn’t fall
from up there way above"

That’s when I thought, oh yes I did,
for I just fell in love

I found her to be beautiful
much more than any sights
And truth be known, I’m glad I’m down
for I’m afraid of heights

(But don't tell her)
: )
 Jun 2016 Torin
Poetria
Lone Wolf
 Jun 2016 Torin
Poetria
Left to stumble alone,
a mockery of happiness.

Limping over broken twigs,
paws stained a dark red: I cry.

Shadows of sin chase me,
and I howl to the stars above.

Nobody looks twice
at the sad wolves that cry
into the blackness of night.

Stepping on thorns,
pushing through brambles:
A lone tear leaks through
the blue of my eyes.

I am only pieces
Of what my pack left behind;
*They stole my pride.
 Jun 2016 Torin
Ma Cherie
The tears pour down
hit sharp Earth's ground
it hurts my ears this drowning sound

I hear the cry from heavens sky
and I am still left wondering why

I know the time is running short
from angel tears my heart they court
I feel a weather changing chill
the atmosphere is feeling ill

How can I
a helpless me
help the ignorant
to really see
we need to change before it's done
our life on Earth is on the run

Cherie Nolan © 2016
For Ultimatepanicqueen .....fixed it!
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