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You can live a whole lifetime and still not gain wisdom.
For it is only gained through honing the skill of foresight.
A skill built by experience and knowledge,
empathy and compassion, love and patience.
The learned ability to think ahead.
To weigh and measure the future.
To then to act, with measured steps.
Correcting and re-correcting your path.
Wisdom gained gives one the ability to rise above,
to see over the head of that which would otherwise hinder your path.
One's choice is whether to use this gift for good or otherwise.
If one has honed and sharpened the gift of wisdom,
your steps will be that of one who is whole.
One who is whole cannot be easily broken.
And the radiance of ones wisdom, will touch the world around.
And your gift will help to surpass all doubt.
It will become a light for your path.

*Choose wisely where you tread, think well of your intentions.
Humble steps make a man mighty, use your wisdom wisely.
Meanwhile back at the ranch...
okay.. maybe it's too early for this :D
 Jul 2016 Zenab Rehman
Tark Wain
I lost myself in you
and that's okay

when does the rain
become the ocean?
or the bread become
the ****?

it's all semantics isn't it really
isn't "myself" just my minds interpretation
of its known realities
balanced against my own fantasies
and furthermore if myself does not exist
then it wouldn't be able to be lost

clever

A mind is a beautiful thing
and it's great at convincing itself of things
it knows to be untrue
I lost myself in you
of that much I am sure

How did I lose grip?
when did I let myself get comfortable
why did I
it always ends the same way
in as much in that it ends
but you were supposed to be different
and even though I knew that to be untrue
my mind convinced itself of that

and that's okay
 Jul 2016 Zenab Rehman
Evna-Luna
What if
          I
                                                  ­Fall
In
              Love
With
      A
       Poet?
What if he mesmerises me
       With his lines?
What if
        His words touch me
        And kiss
           Through my skin?
     What if i search for
Him
Everyday
And
      Travel through
              His words
    And meet him
                  Somewhere
       And
We
       Become bare
          And he caresses
Me
          With every
      Stanza
And
       Here
           I am
                Again
Searching
           For him,
    Wanting
Him
        With
                 All
                      Desire
Waiting
             For
                 His
                   Next
                      Poem
                         To
                            Take
                             ­ Me
                          To
                       His
                   World
                Where
             We
          Will
        Lay
      Bare
   What if
               I
                  Fall in love
                      With
                  A
             ­         Poet?

© Evna-Luna
I am just 12 days old on this site and this poem has already bn chosen as A Daily?
I am Amazed and Surprised.
Thanks to hello poetry and every of you.
I am taking a hiatus for now because of some reasons
Regards
Evna-Luna
I awoke this morning
love laid me down by a river.
Drifting I turned on upstream
Bound for my forgiver.
In the giving of my eyes to see your face.
Sound did silence me
leaving no trace.
I beg to leave, to hear your wondrous stories.
Beg to hear your wondrous stories.

He spoke of lands not far
or lands they were in his mind.
Of fusion captured high
where reason captured his time.
In no time at all he took me to the gate.
In haste I quickly checked the time.
if I was late I had to leave to hear your wondrous stories.
Had to hear your wondrous stories.

Hearing
Hearing
Hearing your wondrous stories.
Hearing your wondrous stories.

It is no lie I can see deeply into the future.
Imagine everything
You're close
and were you there to stand
so cautiously at first and then so high.
As he spoke my spirit climbed into the sky.
I bid it to return
to hear your wondrous stories.
Return to hear your wondrous stories.

Hearing,
Hearing,
Hearing,
Hearing,
Hearing,
­
(twirl around the living room until you are dizzy)


Lyrics from wondrous stories - by Yes (going for the one album)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SPdONfPts-4
I have a song in my mind for almost everyone i meet.
But this one, this is my song.. :o)
As he packed his bags he told me that i must remember to go back to sleep when he's leaves.

He said that he bought some milk when he was at the shop last night, because he knew we were almost out.

He said don't forget to take your tablets after breakfast because it hurts my tummy to take them before.

He said have a lovely day at work and not to worry about him.

He took his guitar and said he was writing a new song that he would record and send to me. He knows how I love to listen to him play.

He hugged me tight as he walked out the door and said he would message me the moment he arrived, as he knows I would worry.

He said he has left me a few pounds just incase I needed anything.

He kissed my cheek and patted me on the head and we laughed as he walked away.

"I love you, see you soon" I said

"Have a quiet week with out me" he laughed.

But he didn't say I love you back.

He had already said it, in every thing that he had done and in every word he had said.
My son is visiting his girlfriend for the holidays. Kids often find it hard to say I love you. But I heard it loud and clear :o)
there would be a specific time in my life
that your name would still ring a bell
but i would no longer be bothered
because i don't care anymore
i know your name will always ring a bell but i wont listen to it no more
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