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Shofi Ahmed May 2017
Art, a smile like the one
on the face of Mona Lisa.
Curved like the waxing moon
above the sea.
Light a flame before a face
yet to be seen.
What will it prevail,
will it show once for all
a slow tilt on the smiling lips
—a curve softly locks on
a rose from the sun,
or a shadow beneath the moon?
This is a poem from my book Zero and One available on Amazon.
Karijinbba Aug 12
Be Lost In The Call
Lord, said David, since you do not need us,
why did you create these two worlds?
Reality replied: Oh prisoner of time,
I was a secret treasure of kindness and generosity,
and I wished this treasure to be known,
so I created a mirror: its shining face, the heart;
its darkened back, the world;
The back would please you if you’ve never seen the face.
Has anyone ever produced a mirror out of mud and straw?
Yet clean away the mud and straw,
and a mirror might be revealed.
Until the juice ferments a while in the cask,
it isn’t wine. If you wish your heart to be bright,
you must do a little work.
My King addressed the soul of my flesh:
You return just as you left.
Where are the traces of my gifts?
We know that alchemy transforms copper into gold.
This Sun doesn’t want a crown or robe from ***’s grace.
He is a hat to a hundred bald men,
a covering for ten who were *****.
Jesus sat humbly on the back of an ***, my child!
How could a zephyr ride an ***?
Spirit, find your way, in seeking lowness like a stream.
Reason, tread the path of selflessness into eternity.
Remember *** so much that you are forgotten.
Let the caller and the called disappear;
be lost in the Call.
The mirror of reality. A wise human
Gathers a persons ***** laundry out {as a man gathers sticks and laying them on the fire a viper might show up to bite {so might an angry person whose ***** laundry is out in the open he might let out his inner peace or wrath. We all are steered by something an idea or belief that might be our triumph or our demise.. Careful what you say in anger control it or it will control you...speak no evil hear no evil see.no evil . Mirrors have hidden camaras live as if all is viewing you with a microscope let it become a habit but dont freak out be transparent ..i know it happened to me and i lost more then my temper.
Jeff Gaines Mar 4
Leaving the clinic
Wishing to be a cynic.
But I believe
What he's told me
And now ... I have to "live" with it.

Sit in the truck, my hands are shaking.
I'm trying to escape the sense that it's making.
How can this be?
It is happening to me.
No choice ... I have to "live" with it.

Round two sweeps my mind.
I could never, ever, be so unkind.
To have a woman
                                   fall in love with me
Only to leave them
                                  sad, in pain ... empty.
So alone ... I'll have to "live" with it.

Like both cheeks smacked, a painful sting.
A given time limit and no woman for my ring.
No pitter patter will ever wake me
                                      in the middle of the night.
No more other halves to ever show me
                                               new kinds of light.
Now accepting ... I have to "live" with it.

Stoic I stand ... Stoic I will stay.
I'm far too proud to face this any other way.
No more broken hearts for me, at least
                                  and lots of places that I want to see.
I'll be an even better man now, I know ...
                                        than I've ever tried to be.
Because now ... I have to "live" with it.
Sad as it may be ... Sometimes bad news can actually make you an even better person.

I want to thank CementPoet for showing me how to have the courage to post this. Read him here:

https://hellopoetry.com/ConcretePoet/
You are beautiful
You are tremendously beautiful
You are marvelously beautiful
You are astonishingly beautiful
You are magnificently beautiful
You are breathtakingly beautiful
Inner and outer

You are beautiful
You are the definition of Beauty
Or shall I say, what is Beauty compared to you
What is Beauty compared to you ?
It feels shy and ashamed when I describe you
A weak meaning it has when I describe you
A meaningless meaning it has when I describe you
Never existed it wishes when I describe you

You are beautiful
For your beauty I searched
Every language ever lived
And every word ever existed
And the romantic era that occurred
Could not find a way to describe your beauty
Could not find a way to tell the world about your beauty

You are beautiful
Vocabulary will be invented
Words never existed
To the dictionaries will be added
In the dictionaries will live
In the lovers tongues will breath
To describe your beauty
The one and the only beauty
The living and the dead will forget about Cleopatra
Because your beauty is ultra
A new period will start, The Beauty Era
Your era
You're Beautiful Je. Version 1.
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