The world's a bubble; and the life of man less than a span.
In his conception wretched; from the womb so to the tomb:
Curst from the cradle, and brought up to years, with cares and fears.
Who then to frail mortality shall trust,
But limns the water, or but writes in dust.
Yet, since with sorrow here we live oppress'd, what life is best?
Courts are but only superficial schools to dandle fools:
The rural parts are turn'd into a den of savage men:
And where's a city from all vice so free,
But may be term'd the worst of all the three?

Domestic cares afflict the husband's bed, or pains his head:
Those that live single, take it for a curse, or do things worse:
Some would have children; those that have them none; or wish them gone.
What is it then to have no wife, but single thralldom or a double strife?
Our own affections still at home to please, is a disease:
To cross the sea to any foreign soil, perils and toil:
Wars with their noise affright us: when they cease,
We are worse in peace:
What then remains, but that we still should cry,
Not to be born, or being born, to die.

I am Nature I do nurture you all,
To dandle you in love ever I call.
I am mother I hold you in my lap,
I am teacher I teach you see map.

Gap you do not bring among you,
New path I show you walk in dew.
All of you are my children I love,
You are brothers, dear I do glove.

Coming in cycle of birth you fall,
Fondling you I hold up, you tall.
Wall of love shines you all stand,
My lap is bed of affection is land.

Green scene you do see is my veil,
I give crop and fruits as foods sail.
To know God I teach you to sing,
To fly to him you feel mind wing.

You come on wear wisdom as cap,
In my lap resting you dream, nap.
I am Nature I do nurture you all,
To dandle you in love ever I call.

I would brush my hair thrice a day
For her, my love
And with every stroke
I would sing the song she is so fond of.

I tie it in a dark blue ribbon
That reminds me of her,
I would walk for days
To smell her salty lure

Whistling winds steadily blow
Each strand of hair
Into a whirlwind
In the summer air

She caresses our hull
And we meet her
With open arms
We collide in a perilous blur

Her fingers engulf us
Wrapping and curling
Around the island of hope
That is now as worthless as tarnished sterling.

I feel her gently nuzzle my toes
dandle my ankles and past
She blanketed my body
And I held steadfast

Her icy touch gave me chills
And I looked to the mast
Strong and anchored
To a ship that would not last

As my last breath disappeared
I saw my hair
Floating in the whirlwind
That is now in the sea’s care.

And after all that
I say my last prayer
For not one to hear
And no one to bear.

Prayer Before Birth (1944) - Poem by Louis Macneice


I am not yet born; O hear me.
Let not the bloodsucking bat or the rat or the stoat or the
club-footed ghoul come near me.

I am not yet born, console me.
I fear that the human race may with tall walls wall me,
with strong drugs dope me, with wise lies lure me,
on black racks rack me, in blood-baths roll me.

I am not yet born; provide me
With water to dandle me, grass to grow for me, trees to talk
to me, sky to sing to me, birds and a white light
in the back of my mind to guide me.

I am not yet born; forgive me
For the sins that in me the world shall commit, my words
when they speak me, my thoughts when they think me,
my treason engendered by traitors beyond me,
my life when they ****** by means of my
hands, my death when they live me.

I am not yet born; rehearse me
In the parts I must play and the cues I must take when
old men lecture me, bureaucrats hector me, mountains
frown at me, lovers laugh at me, the white
waves call me to folly and the desert calls
me to doom and the beggar refuses
my gift and my children curse me.

I am not yet born; O hear me,
Let not the man who is beast or who thinks he is God
come near me.

I am not yet born; O fill me
With strength against those who would freeze my
humanity, would dragoon me into a lethal automaton,
would make me a cog in a machine, a thing with
one face, a thing, and against all those
who would dissipate my entirety, would
******* like thistledown hither and
thither or hither and thither
like water held in the
hands would spill me.

Let them not make me a stone and let them not spill me.
Otherwise **** me.



Louis Macneice

his
desire
welled up
in crescendo
as she displayed
her appealing features  
he so wanted to dandle
with them by the open fire hearth
there they could make some steamy music
as the flames flared up on that night

Swing me to 2012

Don’t just stare at me on a seesaw,
Swing me to 2012.
Let me rock on the dandle board
Teeter-tottering to the new era

Let the Angel of destiny come,
Wing me to 2012.
Fly me to lands unknown
Far away unexplored undiscovered

Hit me the immense cathedral bells,
Ring me to 2012.
Let the tinkling sounds reach and echo
The horizons across hills of home

Grab the golden harp,
Sing me 2012 choral tunes.
Let me taste the fragrance of new song
Imbuing and blasting my five senses

And let’s all join the mirth,
Celebrating the year 2012 apocalypto.
In jovial mood and savage dance
Who knows, tomorrow may never be

Let me brag my past success,
To nourish my spirits elate.
I am a ****-a-hoop, so what
Plow hard and get a life.

O mother, take me there, where I find the gratifying grace,

Take me there, where I dwell in bliss,

Take me there, where I ramble in rapturous joy,

Take me to that miraculous planet and nurture me,

O mother, take me there, where I find the tantalizing nothingness,

Take me there, in to the surrealistic world and let me ponder over the nature’s allegories,

Take me to this exuberant excursion,

O mother, I have become claustrophobic, I cannot live in this enclosed space,

Take me to the infinity where I have no confinity,

Take me through the valleys of sunshine and glory,

O mother, Let me live the eternal love,

Let me smell the soil,

Let me hear the choirs of sea,

Let me be an epicurean,

Let me squelch and tread on the planet,

Let me see the picturesque of nature,

Let me lay my body on the roots of heaven,

Let me dandle on your knees,

Let me construe the dappled sky,

Let me live and leave,

O mother, instigate your benign impulsion,

I long to see you and the world,

I want to be resurrected,

O mother, I loved you before I knew, I believed in you before I knew.

Oftentimes, the breathing
is not easy breath
conscious of
the in, out      in, out.

When air must clamber
up the rough of the throat
as if a tired ghost
a worn conscience.

For breath, for some,
is heavy—laden with
the impossibility
of impossibility.

With more and too much,
which, often misunderstood,
is too little—a slow
starvation, acrid churning

of emptiness
in the lungs. A sense of
air’s capacity, moving now,
to cease movement and fall

down the rungs, back
irrevocably to that place
that gave it up, away,
so hopeful

it would be forever
newborn.

And some
must dandle themselves
to keep from going still.

To force the breath
back up and out. Out as if
the diseased life were really
a beacon of purity.

Produced the reduced use of deuced youth as well fall flat on back relapse of a matter oh’ fact there is no reason to bring back the lack of acts that have collapsed as endorse isn’t the course we force the indorsed remorse’s horse it how it sounds from the round about turned down, wrapped around the mound of wound bounds traced as we wish to erase the missed ace am disgraced to waste the space from haste it is misplaced finding grace abducted, while we are interrupted so disruptive all corrupted instructed that we be introduced to a new place to set loose then choose to roost.

Audible is honorable when placed in space of a new disgrace we haste to chase the base relate the mate is gallant, accordant abeyant to reliant now defiant why deny, when have tried to reply the unquestionable supply of high relies reprieved cephalized isn’t the aim to gain the same remains of main stained for blame, have strained the aim of shame to restrain the bargain attain then pass the refrain again the demand to stand on the right hand of man as have banned the uttermost do tend to boast then coast on to deposed what isn’t supposed to mean the most.

Regulate the agitate of will you wait till the proper date to calibrate where we have done, what have become after having won no youth refund underhung rung the reliefs beliefs in this we speak to realize have agonized the civilized tho don’t deprive for now do thrive from abrasive wise isn’t lies relented the dependent to sentence the pendent, abolishment of what was, have turned around the have does, to what wasn’t because of we lock without a knock of shock we stopped and sought to sample of what before couldn’t handle now we have another hand ful to dandle.

I shalt for her walk on hot coal
I shalt for her embark to her home
I shalt for her drieth her misery
I shalt to her make love and her me
I shalt for her die or live, whatever she chooseth
I shalt for Her giveth all
For her I can't looseth
I shalt for her warble ourn own hymn
As for her mine amare, Spanish amour', love, best friend!!!
I shalt for her dandle all her ways
I shalt for her go to war, come home in her embrace
I shalt for her wait
I shalt for her marry, date
Haveth babies as mixed matched creates!!!
I shalt for her
Layeth down mine life
I shalt for her giveth all
No wrong all right
I shalt for her endow to her mine brio
Mine Spanish inclinating zest
Mine liaison tis so real!!!

Look deep into my eyes,
And feel my pain....

You think that's a smile,
But my teeth grinding
Its not the same
These scars on my body
Helped prove my name.
I'm a tree that's cut
Stumped,
But I'll grow again.
Don't dandle my ego
So when they oppugn
My character.
I can reconcile my name.
Display the calluses
On my hands,
Because I can't show
The blisters on my brain.
Thoughts so deep
Ideas bleed out my vain.

Look deep into my eyes,
And feel my pain....

My sweetheart my sparkling love candle
You made love just to dance and dandle
With sparkling beauty my life is to kindle
Let me spread my heart to take to handle

To handle like desert thirsty handles water
To make his vision clear from totally blur
Love is that which embraces beauty at altar
I am ship without rudder you are my anchor

Let me love you with sincerity of my heart
Let be in chain of love never ever to depart
God has made you just as a wonderful art
Let me appreciate your warmth from start

Your charming beauty makes me spellbound
You graces and style takes me from ground
Eternal love bond makes to take us all around
Fragrance of glowing beauty is to surround

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

And what is love? It is a doll dressed up
For idleness to cosset, nurse, and dandle;
A thing of soft misnomers, so divine
That silly youth doth think to make itself
Divine by loving, and so goes on
Yawning and doting a whole summer long,
Till Miss's comb is made a perfect tiara,
And common Wellingtons turn Romeo boots;
Till Cleopatra lives at Number Seven,
And Antony resides in Brunswick Square.

Fools! if some passions high have warmed the world,
If queens and soldiers have played deep for hearts,
It is no reason why such agonies
Should be more common than the growth of weeds.
Fools! make me whole again that weighty pearl
The queen of Egypt melted, and I'll say
That ye may love in spite of ****** hats.

Ourn bodies will be as railways
Gripping upward boats
A dungeon of hopeless romance
A dine of domain ghosts

A amulet she shall wear for me
Up upon moonlights hill
Well thrash around in excitement
A heat of ******* chill

She'll taketh me to heaven
Upon her forbidden craft
Wherein language we shall make
And take and make in half's

Apparitions we'll become
Disappearing in ones thoughts
Lost in divine moment
No fear or instant loss

For me to write her poems
As for her to write them back
A mansion of many kingdoms
A house full, van-gogh shack.

As she will come home late
From work she will want to sleep
I'll rest her wearied head on mine heart
And for her this soul she'll keep!!!

We shalt dandle in silk taffeta
The moirai will tuck us in
Ourn bolsters to be as children
Between ourn finite limbs

As in between ourn slumbered coma
We shalt waltz across ourn own bridge
Where the other half is there to greet us
Half is hers, half is his!!!!

Thorns will ***** the ones who handle
stems as they choose to dandle
petals with no second thoughts.
All their efforts led to naught.