"gail" poems
Jab se sath tohar chhut gail,
Hamar zindagi hamre se ruth gail,
tu t'h waada kailu sath nibhawe ke zindagi bhar,
Lekin tohar waada ek pal me kahen tut gail,
Naikhin sah sakat judai tohra pyar me,
mar jaib bhale tohre intejar me,
Dekh'na tohar deewana ke dil shisha jaise tut gail,
Jab se sath tohar chhut gail,
jab se sath tohar chhut gail,
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 6:42 AM UTC
It's hard to stay hopeful
Hopefull hope full
Hope
The adamant, stubborn desire for something better
Or something more
And being full of it can leave you
Full of ****
Who are you kidding?
What a joke it must be
To maintain hope when staring down shame
And dismay
But you have to remain hopeful
Get a fresh glass of the ambrosia
And fill up on hope
So much hope that your ****
is saturated in dreams
And turn that frown upside down
Hop in that boat of dreams
And sail into the sun
Sail into the future
Build a mast out of happy
And a sail out of positivity
And oars to be fashioned from the finest
Apple tree
And float on with the hot gail
Maybe you'll find that distant shore
Where hope grows on trees
And the smallest fruit fills your dreams
May 11, 2013
May 11, 2013 at 2:09 AM UTC
Abigail is words, whispered in the dead of night
Abigail is pearls, so meticulously shined
Abigail is wind, personal yet public
Abigail is din, a beautiful ruckus
Bigail is books, every breath is a story
Bigail is gems, rich in her glory
Bigail is breeze, a soothing chill
Bigail is ease, with a bit of thrill
Igail is water, playful but cold
Igail is stormy, brewing and bold
Igail is calm, willing to wait
Igail is balm, soothing this place
Gail is half, fading quickly
Gail is worn, fragile and sickly
Gail is Earth, loving and warm
Gail is mirth, behind her thorns
Ail is sweet, and yet so sour
Ail is blood, of the hearts she devours
Ail is tears, as she turns to leave
Ail is fears, that she can't retrieve
Il is less, than sweet Abigail
Il is more, for she left a trail
Il is mad, raving lunatic
Il is bad, coughing and sick
L is tired, ready to go
L is crying, way down below
L is left, hanging by a thread
L is befret, the words she said
* * is nothing
There's nothing left of Abigail
No words left to whisper
Gone without a trail.
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 8:50 PM UTC
this time, when i went
to meet Death at his place,
he showed signs of weakness.
he was watching a cricket match
relaxing in his arm chair, legs stretched.
yawns kept rolling
in slow progression
towards the boundary.
'are you well?’ i ventured.
'nothing wrong,’ said he.
stammering, i quizzed him:
which one do you fear most?
allopathy, ayurveda, or
homeopathy?
dear wilson,
have you observed sachin
facing the ***** of shane warne?
brian lara, wasim akram?
chris gail, brett lee?
i was thrown into confusion.
death admitted, unwillingly,
that like vivian richards
confronted narendra hirwani,
he was laid low by the
secret herb
of an old tribal man!
aaha! the panacea
became then
a spin ball!
(aaha…Nothing official about it!)
i forgot to ask
how our people
smuggled away by him
were faring now.
he forgot to comment
“you will see for yourself
when you face it.”
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 9:14 AM UTC
Your breath, a silken whisper, feathered sigh,
A sweet note kissing, melting at my breast.
Soft fingers trace where tremors swell and fly,
The night's own song, our glistening body's quest.
Wind unhooks window latch—waves of storm crest
As trembling hands unhook lace—sway freely, all doubts.
Cool air fingers our moist bodies— caressed
Night rain spills secrets, our open lips—pout.
Scent of our love, petrichor, a musky earth perfume throughout.
Our windows slowly open, yielding to love’s refrain
Her love, a monsoon’s gail, I’m parched without—
Souls stripped to root by air’s cool, lashing reign
Through open windows, Gaia’s Haven breathes—
Her throat our cries, Her ribs the wreath they weave
Mar 12, 2025
Mar 12, 2025 at 6:53 AM UTC
O, ethereal Earth -
tortured town towering oneself.
Under Grace, thy swift death -
and upon mercy, a light, jest.
To be your Savior -
your only favorite -
is what's best.
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 12:13 AM UTC
On this very hour— in four corners
Upside feelings, the doubt of those at by
Some shackled your ability to sight
Some did they have to do but you fight
With blind uncertainty, an innocent child
Either your true— nor unright
No one dares for all of you might just air,
Breathing in, then vacate for no one cares
The snow and gail might over flail
With mocking questions from quo's
You are forced to be reckoned with— But
Only your heart answers where you can go
You might be an oblivion wondering
Or someone hated who you really are
But to only hover the truth
Wake up! They're just unwanted scar's
With all the wrongs you bestowed
With all the steps— you skipped a row
Dear self-remember this,
Everything triumphs, that you must know
Heavenward, Face above, you’re a diamond
Your eyes only possess— true as gold
Know you might crumple and even fail
But your dreams are more than all remains
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 10:57 AM UTC
FANCY
Matloob Bokhari
I listened the sound of refreshing rain
And heard the dearest song of nightingale.
I saw Baby walking in the gentle rain
Fleecy clouds laying arms round her neck
Silver drops in pure delight kissing her lips
Sweet-smelling breeze blowing through her hair
Rainbow by raindrops studded on her rosy cheeks
I woke up when she called my name.
My soul knelt down to thank my Lord.
Who blessed me fancy – the greatest artist
O When the door of my soul is opened,
Ideas descend as drops of rain from sky
Sitting alone by fire in my study , I hear
Whistling wind and symphony of raindrops
I smell wet soil , perfume of meadow flowers
See Baby appearing as a column of light
And the sky with rainbow in her hand.
COMMENTS OF POETS
Laura Bailey Thank you Matloob Bukhari for the very beautiful poem
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Ch Navakanta Mishra Matloob Bukhari- Beautiful words
Leo Riccio My baby is like this... thanks, blessings.
Poet Love wow I love the way you wrote. Beautiful, well-done xoxo
Kevin M. Hibshman All love!!!!
Mike Eric Soffer very lovely
Gaudreault C Marie hhhhhhhhhhh.. I am speechless with the lines .. and also with the image.. I love them both so much !! .. I am fascinated by your works.. and cannot thank you enough for the pleasure it brings.. .. :D .. never stop this .. :D xoxoxo .. and I am grateful !! .. so very grateful.. THANK YOU .. LOVE ALWAYS, :D Black heart (cards) xoxoxo . Black heart (cards) you are a treausre !! xoxoxo Cmarie ..
Margaret Gudkov ohhh wow.. Fancy is such beautiful write.. my soul danced with your words
Carmel Mawle So beautiful. I especially love the fleecy clouds laying arms around her neck.
Jann Gail Jones your words were so precious . They brought such beautiful images to mind and softness and beauty to my heart that tears welled in my eyes. I was reading and dancing. Such magical words Thank you for having such a beautiful heart to be able to write such beautiful things. I thank God for sending blessed people like you. You poems give me faith in humanity. Blessings to you!
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 12:01 PM UTC
Every little dream,
sitting in a swing,
swinging the days on by.
Couldn't help but notice,
you were in a trance,
just thought I'd stop and try. (my bad)
Tell me, what's your reverie,
what's in your past that's flickering past that's going so fast that only your eyes can see.
See that's the worst of me,
prying to see why you're crying, you see how I'm trying to break in and steal something?
I must say that nice coat of numb would look much more ravishing on me.
I think I'll take it just to see you shiver once, and watch you watch me leave.
Anyway it's okay if your own steady gaze leaves the ground for a moment or two.
It's a moment of sun in a blustering gail when your eyes reflect light from the moon.
This is cute.
Look at the moon, dear.
Moon the onlookers.
They are cute as well.
Cute and small and cheering you on. Cheering your bare-assed attempts to be new.
Wait for dawn and the dream will be over.
One silent night after another
But do you really want to know
What it feels like to be
Your own lover?
Open your eyes and see-
I'll open mine too-
Look at them, what's there?
Reflected light
Everywhere you look
I can see you
Getting by
but I can imagine you
smiling
at the tiniest little things
every little dream
is flickering past
your eyelids
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 6:02 AM UTC
You followed Anne
and some others
along the path
from the large house
out the back gate
across a sidewalk
onto the beach
and stood looking out
at the horizon
and the sea
and Anne said
watch out those ******* gulls
don’t **** on you
and some of the other kids laughed
and you stood watching how
she stood there on the beach
on her crutches
the leg missing
and she pointing up
at the seagulls flying overhead
and the smell of salt in the air
and the sound of the sea
crashing on the beach and shingles
I used to swim until I lost my leg
Anne said
but I will again someday
get my ***** all wet
and she looked around at you
to see your response
her deep blue eyes
searching you out
her tee shirt tight
to her figure
and her skirt
just above her knees
but the stump not showing
what do you reckon?
she asked you
coming closer
as the other kids
ran down onto the sands
sure you will
you said feeling her breath on you
as she stood in front of you
her small but developing *******
pressing against you
I could kiss the lips off you
she said but didn’t
she nodded for you to follow her
as she crutched onto the sands
the crutch ends sinking slightly
but still she went onwards
singing if I were a ******* seagull
I’d **** on you all
especially Sister Paul
or Sister Gail
and her loud voice
carried along the beach
and blue and white sky
like an echoing wail.
Mar 10, 2012
Mar 10, 2012 at 4:38 AM UTC
Daughter of Promise
They speak of the waters in the strait of Gibraltar how the space shuttle photographs look near sunset how the waves glint by the sun revealing two sets of waves one can be read like rings from a tree and how as diurnal tide they pulse over the shallows in Camarinal sill at Gibraltar. Then flowing eastward they refract around coastal features. A child and father stand arm and arm together in the wider wonders of our world. Power and strength the great body of water the littlest wave in concentric circles ever enlarge from its source and anchor his hand and love gave the pulse and life for this newly birthed blessing to flow. The first years the father her harbor no ill wind the heart could disturb he the rock she the wave crashing showing her exuberance she washed as sea waves against his mighty arms that held her gave her peace and confidence without alarm. He took her from the moorings she knew so well introduced her to the grander diversity beyond the common ordinary life of home. In an ancient land her innocence would be honed to grasp greater truths and realities showing by distillation deep tides that flow from creation’s fount the linage of man shown in the shifting sand of the Sahara. See the dune of sand how it slowly rises in the silver moonlight toward the distant moon a glow it seems that you could walk the sand to its very door. The bonds there strengthened into cables of steel how rich they feel they hold against the Gail all is not calm and nurturing seas the wind will pick up its howl announces the typhoon has reared its ugly head it unleashes its anger pent up in the warm calm now destruction will be its end. The father measured the depths of days he tried to prepare the heart so tender warning giving such richness of himself trying to protect to secure the heart when absence would be the cost for the love they shared. No matter how hard you build the fortress wall all must listen to the invading call. Such treasures these circles once small holding your hand to prevent a fall. Then arms around your neck tightly squeezed oh how it did please . Bitter release tomorrow in shaded sunset sweetest peace until then you the flower he left to bloom you show his grace his blessed face.
Jan 8, 2012
Jan 8, 2012 at 11:06 PM UTC
swapping our days past for gas masks. your excuses are weak. but you are not, you are strong. we never speak long about the things you feel. we linger on my stresses and strains - they are real but , we find comfort in their pettyness glazed over with brief happiness the day-to-day norm the calm that cant see the storm.
fog blankets us on the hill as the rain shifts to show the lands where terror reigns. it pains me to see you shrug it off, day dreaming is not enough. let time drift, let him slip coz you wont miss him like i do. He is not a weapon he is a friend, how can people find their heaven as a means to yourend
time flys in your company. you and me, the only thing we **** is time and there's none of that to waste you a saving grace. a friendly face, you live life at a different pace but we race through our occational days dreaming up ways to seamingly live and be free you and me, that perfect company.
trying to master the art of the perfect raspberry whilst drinking hot chocolate, to most its not much but you never fail to make me laugh. weather fails to dampen spirits even a gail woul bring a good time with it.
we concluded we cant ice skate with bruises and feet that ache talking late over hot drinks but its half a years worth of winks before i see you again. i dont mind coz when i do its like theres been no gap, weve got big plans, camping and the zoo me and you, we fit and i know you have to leave but believe me its **** to see you walk away to being another half a years worth of days away.
Jul 28, 2013
Jul 28, 2013 at 12:40 PM UTC
Now Gail O’Riley was a peaceful folk,
Whose heart belonged in southern Missouri.
He lived with papa on the road “Grand Oak”,
Which he had to leave in a hurry.
Gail fled up North to New York City,
He left papa in the dust.
The reason for his leaving sure was a pity,
But good God, it was a must.
He was in deep trouble way down there,
And for that he had to bail.
What forced him away seems unfair,
Now here is the tale of Gail.
One gloomy autumn on Grand Oak street,
Gail decided to stroll around.
Papa stayed back, slaughtered the meat,
It was at home where he heard the sound.
A sound so loud and filled with fear,
It could knock a deaf man out.
Papa stepped outside, but stayed near,
To find what the ruckus was about.
When his shoe touched the dew of the untrimmed grass,
He realized what the sound had been.
With a shot and a scream, as it would seem,
Gail had commit the infamous sin.
There she lay, dead on the hay,
Her name was Carol Mcarry.
She ripped out Gail’s heart nine years ago,
And came back to say she was sorry.
Before she got out what she needed to say,
He shot her dead in her track
To make sure this time his heart was safe,
And that Carol would never come back.
Now Gail O’Riley was a peaceful man,
Never hurt a worm or bee.
Couldn’t slaughter a cow or harm a ham,
That’s how God made him, you see.
That’s why his call was surprising to all,
And why he needed to run.
He got in his car, and drove so far,
Away from the setting sun.
Never did he see he papa, or Grand Oak street again,
Of which he thought so highly.
Carol was gone, and with a car and a gun,
Began a new tale of Gail O’Riley.
Nov 21, 2010
Nov 21, 2010 at 12:03 PM UTC
if he were to leave like
a passing storm,
tracked by a team
of experts,
but, swept out to sea,
forgotten by forecasters
but remembered by fish.
if he chose to
leave on terms
gathered,
saying goodbye in a
short note of giving:
“Heather,
Your pretty face wasn’t enough,
I saw the *** marks and
I actually feared them.
Mike,
You ****** at soccer,
the idea it was better than
baseball disgusted me,
Gail,
Your younger years made
my whole life whole,
remember that,
Trisha,
I always loved your pies,
blueberry, pumpkin,
who could leave out apple,
John,
I leave to you my
knuckleduster,
Fred,
to you my ’69 chevy,
Uncle Steve my
Who Pinball machine,
Helen,
my distasteful character.
Mary,
my married heart.
Jesus,
you know.
and my putrid eyes to a ****** of magpies”.
Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 11:30 AM UTC
I was born
Into a fake dream brother
Hard to shake them demons
Around me
Cuz laws go everywhere they follow me
Subliminally
I raised my conscious
Now I got Haters feeling nervous
Every time I preach revolting service
I'm holding back with the gat
Quick to act
Don't be mad at me
They hate me cuz my skin is black
And if at all? I have a ****** downfall
Ill still pick up the pieces
Standing tall fools on the gall
But all I gotta do is make a phone call
My homies answer with no panic
Hey get there guns bring the nation to panic schizophrenic
Cuz the world is so crazyyyy
Yeah I try to sway away from being wicked
But I can't cuz I'm focused on meal tickets
Gotta eat and keep my family Fed
Church hypocrites ain't breaking me no bread
False dreams of a reality
Sun Tzu gave me the recipe
And ingridients secrets of war
Hitting ya back
Listen to the sound of my Mack
As the world's getting colder.
And colder in feelin bolder
This is strictly for my soljaz bitchhhhh
Strictly for my strictly for my strictly strictly for my soljaz
Strictly for my soljaz making cheese
Yo I can't help but myself
So I keep autos on the self
Just incase of a confrontation
With the cops I mute there conversations
Yeah back to back against nation
Hidden in colors I got ghetto congregation
No hesitatin
We ready for the war to pop
And we ain't our ancestors *****
Well make ya heartbeat stop
I know they wish I stayed in hell
But rap stories will never
Fail thugs prevail sailin like Gail
Through lady liberty
Just justicccce yeah just as
Spin around critics like taz
So y'all can miss with the jazz
How long will my reign last
As the nation of mobsters
Ready to ****** blast duck fast
Cuz we tearing **** switch
Out the clips
Down goes another *****
Look em in the eyes
Before gave em peace
Shot em right between his eyes
Another fool dead
I'm feeling good
Politicians I'm running out the hood
Back into the white house
Stuck in a safe haven
But I'm misbehavin since I got wisdom from a maven
And give it all that ya ******* got
And keep bustin at the racist cops
Fool now drop
Strictly for my strictly for my soljaz
Strictly for my strictly for my soljaz
Strictly for my soljaz making gs
Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 1:01 PM UTC
As a boat atop a glittering,
fragile sea, I am.
Storms frequent the waters,
and threaten me to capsize.
Ensnared in a titanic battle;
the meeting of the infinite heavens
and the untamable deep.
I shout to Thee in a full desperation, and Behold!
- my ropes become taught, the helm is retaken,
and I endure on the grand Stallion.
In the beginnings of the ceased wind I praise and laud and sing.
But aught the wind stop...
the sun, the flat, and the ease overtake
my vigilant spirit.
And how my tongue goes stale,
my muscles as a sleeping giant.
I thirst, but until the brink of Death...
I see it not.
You find me there, pondering the drink of Salt,
which becomes of a man Deliriousness and Violence.
Just as I yield to jump,
and swim that endless swim,
Your Right Hand catches me,
on all but a whim.
Fortitude regained, and rid of shame;
With a visage of stone, and straight before;
I unfurl my sail, and proceed,
back into the gail.
Jun 12, 2012
Jun 12, 2012 at 11:54 AM UTC
***I have been away for a while
fasting the internet again.
I had two friends in need.
These are their stories...***.
Gail ~~~^♡^
She called me in the evening
In great abiding pain
Feeling very dizzy
Her strength was on the wane.
I took some time to pray with her
So she'd not feel alone
I felt it was important
As we spoke on the phone.
The next day I got a call
Ecstatic as can be...
To tell her tale, it was Gail!
*She was now PAIN FREE!*
I'd actually felt that spirit leave!
You may find this odd
But *my own illness went away!
**Hallelujah, GOD!
Grace ~~~^♡^***
Grace had strong emotions.
A greatly disturbed mind
She felt that hate would not abate
It had her in a *bind!
Her anger had her chained
Unforgiveness had her bound
We prayed for an hour
For peace to be found.
I knew God had the answer
That He would approve
I prayed right on the line with her
And felt the Spirit MOVE.
I just got off the phone with her
Not only was there PEACE...
But now there is tremendous *JOY
She felt complete RELEASE!!!*
There is SO much power
In the sanctity of prayer
It MUST be used, and not abused
IN ALL OF OUR AFFAIRS!
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 2:02 PM UTC
Do you dare to break a window?
Oh angry girl.
Your accidental outburst puts us all to shame.
What did they do to you to make you like this?
Is it really my business?
You made it so when you broke that **** window.
You kicked it. With brute force and intent.
What was the window supposed to do?
(Surely not break)
Well it did-
I pray that your regrets last until the next decision;
when another insect crosses your path.
Perhaps then you would choose a wiser action?
Oh angry girl, I will never know what angry thoughts you hide.
"It was an accident, not out of malice," Gail defended.
"How can you kick out a bus window without malice?"
The woman on the other end replied.
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 3:25 AM UTC
Overcast in mid-monsoon
bursting over ceaseless in rains
whirl-dancing dervishes
petals in ripple lakes,
chiming with the thunder
bridging heaven and Hades
hot a spring steaming here;
When we walk hand in hand
dimpled smile to smile
a hundred voices stream forth
in the bush streaking my cheeks
black unknown the hands of fate;
Flaming a firebrand dagger
dug into the earth will not heal
searing the roots, fuming stamen
in wilting flowers of the flame tree;
Dry the wells after all the tears
to the sky and beyond.
You are free, woman, of all
oppression, by force or love
unfettered be your spirit,
rage over me, dampen the soul!
Frame-holding an angst
disinterested at the edges,
rain, gail, storm in the soul,
withered trail of blossom fall:
spectral here sepulchered.
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 4:22 PM UTC
On the road outside
Of the fence
The Border Collie hears
The call of the
Doggies
On the inside
Enclosed behind
The wooden fence
The Alaskan malamute
The Drever, the Poodle
Bustle the edge of the barrier
Bark, bark, bark
A cacophony
Let us out
Let us come with you
Pledging to obey,
The Collie
On hind legs
Of a towering stature
Lifts a paw
Finds the latch
The gate creaks open
Uncorking in celebration
They run in gleeful circles
Hounds to escape artists
Unbound and free from tyranny
Of a heartless master
Marking their new territory
Of tree trunks
Sidewalks and fields
Have you ever seen
Such jubilation
Mirth and gaiety
Wagging their tails
Like helicopter blades
With gail force glee
They take off
Like upside down rain
Up, up, up
Every which way
Friends forever
Boundless canines
In search of the next
immured pooch who waits
For the musketeers
Jan 21, 2025
Jan 21, 2025 at 9:55 AM UTC
I'm not lying.
When I'm dying
loving you will be
flashing through my mind.
All of our time together
will be of utmost importance ever.
All of my memories will spill over
like a flood gate.
Knowing what's at stake
I wouldn't change it.
Our love will be for all time.
Don't worry, it'll all be fine.
My heart I leave behind.
By Bonnie Gail Carter
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 9:23 AM UTC
what's meant is caring so deep into night
when fever drives me so far round the twist
i cannot be brought back without assist
yet when my mind is clear you are still bright
as summer noonday this is my best sight
of joyous wonder but the entire gist
of what i say is this that you exist
is total magic plus you set things right
this little gift of words is small return
for all those hours of complete devotion
for being there each time push came to shove
but words take time to make and each must learn
to take some time to gentle life's commotion
and know the meaning of what's truly love
Feb 13, 2012
Feb 13, 2012 at 7:51 AM UTC
On the italian alps
a blizzard in a gail
the lands are cold see
its all seems so numbed and frailed
I’m out a’ walking down
an icy river road
theres a bear hanging round
i think my breathing slowed
Im off to summer land
where the children run free
where the sun is open
in blue sailing country
I'm a walking down this road
off around a white bend,
a might just see a star
a tree on Jupiter
i might friend.
White teeth, gold,
banquets, handsome green hills,
buffalos, rainbow brass knuckles and the frills
let my mind play all night
in the moon on that street
in that leather world babe
under the pearl light well meet.
I’m out a’ walking down
an icy river road.
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 2:44 AM UTC