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Mohamed Nasir Dec 2017
Soon I'll be going on a journey
I've some rough ideas where to go
And what to do.
I'll get my bag of subject to pack
The required substance in
And I think I'm ready
To travel the desolate road
Of writers and poets before me
Mystic prose fragrance as a rose
Invogerating enticed me
Quickens my steps
To go further and further
Into the seeming enchanted woods
Of words hanging like apples
And picking the juicy ones
And leaving the unripened
Ones for another day
And leads me into a journey
I shall be grateful or I shall sigh
But I know I shall be going
Taking them again by and by
Till my life journey ends
Mohamed Nasir Dec 2017
The bellowing clouds of smoke
The paralyzing threats of death
To the residents down below
Holding on to dear breath
Choking throats stinging eyes
By the languid sulphur laden air
White powdered ashes everywhere
There's nothing that they could do
Because nobody can say no
To a volcano
It can erupt at anytime if it wants to
They're uncertain what to do, follow
Their hearts to stay where they are
Or follow the orders to evacuate
The folks can see fire and smoke from afar
They've to move from there before it's too late
Because the volcano could boil over
It's brewing up in the creater
They've to leave their belongings
Behind them and say farewell
To the chicken the ducks and geese
The cows the dogs and the cats as well
Or take some of them if they please
Take along the important documents
And regrettably flee for fear from their homes
Before the fiery lava will leave
Their huts to remnants
They can't say no because
The Bali King the 'spokesperson'
For the Gods won't listen to their pleadings
And why it's throwing up it's tantrum
Because the Gods have spoken
The Gods are angry at them
And they've to sacrifice all
Their belongings to appease the Gods
Because they know the volcano
Knows they can't say no
To the volcano
Mohamed Nasir Dec 2017
Poor blue sullen moon
As if secrets unfulfilled
Brood waiting for soon
Grievance to be healed

Like a lonely dim lamp
Of heart without a will
Of handkerchief damp
Weep in a night so still

Widow waits her hero
Poor blue moon alone
Unknown grave below
Soldier wait in forlorn
Mohamed Nasir Nov 2017
Who was it?

Who knocked on my door
And woke
Me up in the middle of the night

Who was it?
I don't know
(there was no one outside)

Except the beating wind
In my face
The snow
Splattering on the floor

I thought it was her
Who knocked on my door
Who woke me up
In the middle of the night

I thought it was her
I thought it was her
Coming back forever

I thought it was her
Forgetting always
That she is dead
I'm just trying a little something different. There is no snow in Malaysia
Mohamed Nasir Nov 2017
I am in here within bricks
Of alphabets
Within the walls of words
Behind the bars of verses
And sentences
I imprisoned myself
To my writings
My rhyme is my crime
My readers be my judge

I am a prisoner of poetry
No one can set me free
Mohamed Nasir Nov 2017
He listened to his favourite singer
While in his favourite chair
Soothe voice of a crooner
Like lullabies softened the air
"Pretend you're happy when you're blue
It isn't very hard to do".....vibrate the night and
"The falling leaves drift by my window the autumn
Leaves of red and gold"...........with an effortless ease
Of delivery brings sentimental tears repertoire of his
Ballads swinging big band hits country western latino
Goldies. Restores our memories. Some I still remember
Some I can't recall. I looked at this LPs I'll reminisce
My father and I, we loved Nat most of all.
Mohamed Nasir Nov 2017
Hope is to dream of the future
Occupy thoughts to endeavour
Prudent don't invoke evil ways
Enhance believe honesty pays
Foster your knowledge is best
Unfazed paved you for success
Let not failure be your option
One cannot hope or be hopeful without endeavour good attitude and knowledge and the will to succeed.
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