"reet" poems
Kis gunah ki saja tumne mujhe diya...?
Ban ke bewafa tumne pyaar ko badnam kyon kiya....?
Mila tumse mohabbat karne ka sila mujhe,
Jite ji tumne mujhe ye judai ka zahar kyon diya...?
Na karte pyar kabhi bhi tumse agar pta hota mujhe judai ka gam,
Karke mujhe akela, kahan chale gye wo bewafa sanam,
Kya duniya ki yahi reet hain...?
Pyar aur Judai me aksar kyon judai ka hi jeet hain....?
Kis janam ka badla sanam tumne mujhse liya...?
Karke ghayal dil ko, mujhe akela yu chhod diya,
Ab to ye duniya mujhe tane mar rahi,
Kabhi laila majnu to kabhi heer ranjha ki pyar ki kahaniya suna rahi,
Ja bewafa ja khush raho uske sath jise tumne apna bna liya,
Dard dekar mujhe jo mere dil ko
DARD -E- DIL bna diya,
DARD -E- DIL bna diya.....
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 11:20 AM UTC
It's all reet lass I've turned leets out
t'neet is gonna be a neet to remember
yer cowat is in the cubby ol'
hung and forgotten
fer weir yer goin yer w'aint need it
bed awaits our horizontal dancing
mekin the beast with four legs
you get yersen comfy
I need a slash
ill syphon me python an be reet with yer
lay back n think of England
coz nay one but me will hear the scream
when I slip thee a length
and mek the wet
Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 10:01 PM UTC
*You arrived suddenly in my tangerine bliss
with my heart clinched in your fist
you touched me... and the dance started
with a gape of spontaneous combustion
you swirled me around the dance floor
dancing cheek to cheek....*
we skipped the light fandango
fox trotting and waltzing to the beat of tango
the big band broke into a swing
while the love light shone as a crystal disco ball
jitterbug jive and a reet beet
dance macabre and so light on our feet
*You lead me by the hand bodies musing
all the while... you lead me out by my hand
and made way into the galaxy for our feet
as we danced like fine wine...becoming intoxicated
by its beauty~ you danced me into Shangri-La
with my eyes wide and full of imagination
we danced through tangled forests of light*
like Fred and Ginger
tiptoeing upon the backs of stars
dipping into galaxies and twirling on quasars
i hold your hand as you pirouette
upon the moons of a mystic world
as our romantic lambada is unfurled
forbidden planets and forbidden dance
the secrets of whirlwind romance
*we were like Phoenix that had risen
dancing into the morning dew and nectarine
and I kissed you as the tangerines fell
from the sky~ dazed with a trial of stars
and then oh yes then.... I pronounced myself
as yours....as we escaped to paradise
dancing all the while.....cheek to cheek
as you gave me the Tangerine Kiss.....*
tangerine kisses, tangerine dreams
sipped of the nectar of the gods
the fruit of creation in the form of love
a blessing from goddess, earth and above
we dance the steps of swoon and lean
and sweet nuances of tangerine
with every blessing in between
*I felt a kiss upon my frozen cheeks
a clear promise of all our tomorrows
as I sleep with love within our hearts
your sweet tangerine kisses and dreams
are part of our creation... straight from above
My heart is dancing and dreaming
with you always a blessing from God.*
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 1:00 PM UTC
Wakey Wakey, rise and shine
greet the morning with a smile
wide awake and feeling fine
dancing with this boy of mine.
Twisting on the kitchen floor
the monkey, the jive and many more,
the mashed potato, the hustle too
he follows my lead with a giggle or two.
There's a hound dog, a jailhouse, some blue suede shoes
as we Rave On with Buddy and Peggy Sue
Reet Petite makes an entrance and whips up the crowd
"Turn it up Daddy, I want this real loud!"
Then on to the Land of a Thousand Dances
even the dog's grinning wide as she prances
we take Three Steps to Heaven and meet Cathy's clown
then on to the next one, no time to sit down.
So I'll fry up the bacon as my little bug jitters
and poach us some eggs with some sweet 'tato fritters
as I sing of Lucille, Maggie may and Delilah,
then Shake Rattle and Roll to those Great ***** Of Fire.
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 3:33 AM UTC
Me dil ka bnda hu janaab dimaag se sochna nhi aaya...
Baato ko kese bna k bolu, yr mjhe bolna nhi aaya...
Janta hu hota h kuch logo k chehre pe naqaab, pr kya Karu...
Fayda utha lete h wo mera, kyoki mjhe naqaab utarna nhi aaya...
Fareb ka choga pehan k, dilo Ko jeetna nhi aaya...
Lagta h bewkoof hu jyada, duniya ki reet samjh hi nhi paya...
"Yaha ki yhi reet h yhi riwaj h...
Har ek acha h, har ek k chehre pe naqaab h...
Masumiyat, asliyat, Mohabbat, izzat, sb kho Gaya h show-off k daldalo me...
Yaha pe to yaro Jese sb raeesh h or sb nawaab h..."
Agr esi h duniya ki reet, to me Anjaan hi Shi hu...
Kyoki esa show-off to mjhe karna hi nhi aaya...
Me Dil ka bnda hu janaab, dimaag se sochna hi nhi aaya...
Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 11:49 AM UTC
Mausam bindaas hai
Fir bhi dil udaas hai
Sab kehte hain boondein khushiyaan lehraati hain..
Fir Kyun mujhko ye sisakte aanso lagte hain
Na jaane kaise ye reet hai..?
Shrishti ki khushi..meghon ke rone mein..
Dharti ka adhikaar ya aasmaan ka badappan..
Jaane kaun sahi hai kis roop mein..?
Adhbhut anokha..
Be-missal pyaar..
Na dharti per ** sookha..
na aasmaan ** kaala..!!!
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 8:28 AM UTC
_Bas hame malum naa tha
kisi ke sath pane ki
khawahish bhi na thi
kisi se bicharne ka gam v nahi tha
To kya tha jo tha
bas hame malum naa tha.
Jane anjane me hua tha hame v kuch kabhi
The bekhabar hm bhi
Khudse hii khabar the
Til Til se sanjoya tha khaboo ka v mahal kabhi hhmne
Tut gaye sare khawb par til v na dikhi
Khawbo ki atishbaji dil me iss qudar ** rhi thi
Jaise khuli aashaman me tare nazae aane lage the
Uss hasin shaam ko main
Dulhan ki tarah saji uss saksh e oo aam ka main
Talab e intazar kar rhi thi
Par wo nahi aaya
Wo pal tham si gyi
Meri sanse ruk hii gye
Mano
Bin mausam ki bijliya barasne lage
Aachank tufan sa utne laga
Mere dil ke har kone me
Brishsh v hui khuli ragistan m
yado ka silsila mitne laga
kuch is quadar jaise
Reet pani me tairne lagi
Bas hame malum naa tha._
Nov 8, 2020
Nov 8, 2020 at 10:58 AM UTC
Hum jise sach man rahe the
Wo to tha ek vaham
apno ne hi maar Diya Varna
Gairo mein Kya tha dum
Bhool Hui sabhi ko samaj ke apna
Wo to gulam samajke todte Gaye sapna
Janam le liya Sirf itna tha gunah
Iski saari umra milti rahi saja
Socha tha hai humara hak, hai humara bhi mahatva
Badi der lagi samajne mein nahi humara koi astitva
Yeh aisi duniya jisme prem se bada aham
Saari umra jise sachchai samja wo to nikala bhram
E dile nadaan na karna koi ummeed
Jald hi seekh le yeh hi hai jag ki reet
Jane kis Kalam se likhi khuda ne hamari kismat
Saari Zindagi pyaar na Mila mili hai sirf nafrat
Than li hai ab khud se muh na modenge
Jo bahar se na Mila use ander hi khojenge
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 12:58 PM UTC
So
As
You can see,
All I wanted was you, and
Now I got nothing. And
Yet I have everything. It's the little
Things in life that matter.
However, being with you was the greatest moment
In my life, but I will find someone who means so much more.
Now; I will just sit here and watch the sun as it
Goes down, only to wait until it raises to greet a new day.
Feb 18, 2011
Feb 18, 2011 at 3:42 PM UTC
Whether it turned out good or it turned out bad
casting back through the memory I have to admit
He
were a bonny looking lad, a reet bobby dazzler
as gran used to say.
But everything went wrong or went to Hong Kong and everything else came from China.
These days.
Huddled in corners to have a quick smoke where we spoke of Formosa which always seemed closer than Taiwan ever did.
Those days.
We bid at the auctions to buy friends for the weekends and then we go home on our own.
Self sacrifice is a heresy,
ask them down on the front line
where time wages war
on the poor.
He were still a bonny lad,
mum said,
'takes after his dad'
who
were a bonny lad too.
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 4:11 AM UTC
*Gray hardwood Creek saga , hillside natural harmonies
Woodland musicians and warriors blended into
Coweta flora with piedmont songsters
Sip sip cha shree mockingbird melody
Whoo -reet bobwhite chantey from floor to -
windamere operas brushing live oak canopies
Land blushing with evening blue , stippled in
magenta and lavender cirrus sunset* ...
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 6:26 PM UTC
Ye zindgi ki kshti h
Isse tm ghbrana mt
Musibato ki leher se ghbra kr
Isko tm dubana mt
Ye zindgi ki reet h
Kbhi acche to kbhi bure logo se tmhe milwaygi
Alg alg tareeko se tmhe staygi
Tmhari psnd ki chijo k liye tmhe tdpaygi
Kbhi hsaygi to kbhi rulaygi
Pr tm b in chunautiyo se kbhi ghbrana mt
Zindgi ki ldai me tm kbhi rukna mt
Aaj kch bura h to kl kch accha b hoga
Aaj tm akele ** to kl koi tmhare saath b hoga
Aaj agr andhera h to kl swera b hoga
Isi aasha k saath is zindgi se jeetna b hoga
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 11:43 AM UTC
*Koo soo whew , koo soo whew ,
trawrr weet trawrr weet
Piddy shew piddy shew
Treat treat **** --throo heet throo heet
Pwoo troo pwoo troo reet
pwoo troo pwii troo reet
Trigger trigger trigger neat ,
trigger trigger trigger neat
Whipp poor will whip poor will
Wheww wha wheww , wheww wha wheww* ...
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 3:02 PM UTC
Days when I struggle
'N' nowt seems reet
'N' t' big stuff is consumin me
'N' then mi mates come round
Drink some beer
Eat some food
Talk some ****
Watch a film
All o' t' stuff as matters
They know
I could talk about t' big stuff
But I won't
They know me an' I'm safe
It dunt matter
What matters now is the size of a chimps *****
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 4:12 PM UTC
Across the way
I see you there
standing hunched
with lanky hair.
Shoulders slouched,
reet drag behind,
despair clings to you,
no happiness of any kind.
Life seems grim,
no hope to be found.
Eyes bloodshot,
spirit soul bound.
Tied to a path
you don't wanna take.
There is nothing you can do
to escape your fate.
But what if I told you
that I had a way,
a way to be you,
to help you break away?
Would you give me a chance,
listen to what I say,
or is your spirit too broken
to believe I have a way?
So there you will stay
in your empty little shell.
I have tried to save you,
but you have already fell.
Fell into that deep hole
where depression sets in
& you don't even care,
you chose to sink, not swim.
A pity, you choose to stay
in your world of dark despair
until someone pulls you out
by showing that they care.
This is what I want,
want to do for you.
We've only just met,
yet I know that this is true.
Love at first sight
is what they'll say this is,
but I say it's something else,
not just wanting a kiss.
It's wanting to show a person
that someone is out there,
someone to cherish
to show that they care.
If you let me,
you will be my treasure.
I'll pull you from depression,
show you a life with no measure.
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 11:28 PM UTC
Lust
is l(ove) (st)reet
without
you
Lust is
Lost
without
you
Lust is
life with
"I" (f)eeling (e)xcited
Lust is
flexible
but never
a sin
until
it is
with
(u)
Nov 6, 2024
Nov 6, 2024 at 12:54 AM UTC
A Yorkshire Lads' Night Out...
Are you theer?
Aye, I am, well, I’m near…
Puffin’, ! How many effin'
steps to get here?"
I said “now then!”
He said “reet!”
“How are you?”
He said “reet…Aye neat!”
“Ar thee?”
I said “Yeah!”
“Tha’s alreet then!”
I said “sha we gerron then?”
He said “Aye…
Me stomach thinks
me throat’s been cut
and Ah'm as dry as uz
father's back ginnel…
Let's av that sup.”
Eh… That’s a reet good drop”.
It should be it’s from
our dad’s own shop.
Tekkin' in the best view in With
we supped and enjoyed the sunset view
ower’t town & sea from lighthouse top.
Aye, T't Keeper's a mate a marn!
I said “I think I’ve had more than you.
So he’d another big-un to level it up!
“I’d say we probably
drank a tad too much”…
cos we staggered a bit on’t
way back home.
“We’ll that were gradely…
“Al si thee then” he said “stay well”.
Aye he said “an you as well!”
Jul 17, 2021
Jul 17, 2021 at 11:35 AM UTC
Friday night, half five. Offices, factories,
fish docks, shops’d unload…
Pan-stick applied, lippy, slap, fresh scent…
ancient Brits in finest 'warpaint' woad.
Oxford Bags, double breasted jacket, 10 ****
Brilliantine and Brylcreem.
The Hull to Withernsea train stood ready
with a full head of steam.
The preened, the pummed - the chancers, romancers…
loves young dreamers, the loved up dancers - .
Laden with laughter, the Friday night
‘With’ Special lurches out of Hull…
15 miles of glistening steel…
an escape route from the drudge, the cludge,
to ‘Crazy Night’ chances of a naughty weekend.
It’s anything but dull…
Paragon to Scullcoates,
Southcoates & Marfleet
the carriages already full to burstin’
and the wackiness awaits.
Hedon Speedway, Rye Hill
and Burstwick trundling by…
Hedonists through Hedon’s Gate
sleepy Patrington, Hollym… With!
Piling off the platform toward digs
and guest house fun, stuffed weekend bags…
A thruppeny bit to the sack truck boy
and one of your precious ****
We’re carousing down the street,
half the city must be here
and the feeling… well it’s reet!
Gagging for a beer - but first…
“Ooh, Mr & Mrs Smith is it?”…
the landlady asks with a knowing wink.
Bags in, **** out - into The Alex for a drink…
before tripping to The Queen’s and 'Crazy Night!'
Tuppence and a jam jar (don’t ask) gets you in
and it’s mayhem - out of sight!
What a din! Lively band, cheap drinks… what a night!
Girls giggle in gaggles,
dancing round their bags…
The lads... a beer, a laugh, a leer
and passing round the ****
The whole of Hull turns out in our With
on a summer’s Friday night.
1935… the town’s throbbing…
will it, ever again, see the like?
Sep 28, 2020
Sep 28, 2020 at 8:53 AM UTC
It seems I’m a flash in the pan man.
Too many dreams unfulfilled.
Always swimming against the tide.
Things I know I should’ve done.
I’m procrastination personified.
Bold ambition killed…
An attempt on Ben Nevis when Everest
was maybe what really I should’ve done…
Doggie Paddling (in training of course)
off Littlehampton beach
might not make you dance & sing…
If Channel swimming, you now realise,
would have been a better thing….
So, “Could do better” was always the
school report mantra.
“He’s definitely got it but doesn’t
think he needs to try…and yeah,
he’s Knocked it into Neutral,
he’s cruising, That’s what they said.
But why?
He knows it - but never shows it.
Not so much brought up
as dragged around - it caused tears…
Uprooted every two or three years
as, parental careers, the opportunities
might dictate…ever upward so we moved…
We did move around a lot, but no long stays
9 different schools - all approved.
always the new boy… Too many first days.
But fresh starts open doors; broaden the view.
I’ve seen more new schools than most folk do.
Vistas afresh. Unfamiliarity the cue…
to learn anew…the local geography or
new dialect… “Eh up lad are you reet?” begets
“alright mate? And, you’ll fit in fine if
you speak the language! So round here, as ever,
I landed…with my best Southern ‘posh’…
a plummy… “Hello, how are you?” to the letter…
Yeah pretty good… but could do better!
Jan 21, 2021
Jan 21, 2021 at 8:08 AM UTC