This day is in you ... 💫 The future never comes back Today is your future The past is the past Today is your chance Today don't say tomorrow Tomorrow's bread has arrived today. Who has the past left behind? Faith is in you today It's not far, it's close How long is your time? Put your will into it The future is yours today Fayzullayeva Sevara ( Uzbekistan)
Monthly Archives: September 2022
Poetry from Raafia Shaheen
BE YOUR MATE I know right now! your thoughts are fully opaque. You want to give your life a retake. Because this world is acting like a snake. Your mind is under a terrible quake. And soul is suffering from an untold ache. Ohh Pretty! It's time to take a decision for your own sake. Firstly, take a short social media break. Rise early and bake a cake. Go to a park or lake. Just listen the chirping birds and eat that cake. Write a poem and don't be fake. Give yourself some space and accept your mistakes. Be you and don't follow others like copy paste. Sit on a fresh grass and put aside your hate. Pray to GOD and count blessings of your fate. It's hard but have patience and just wait. You are doing well, so don't underestimate. Take a deep breath and enjoy your present state. Instead of becoming your own slave, be your own good mate. Believe me! You will feel better after this mini escape.
Poetry from Ubali Ibrahim Hashimu
RAVISHING DOVE Shall I tell you of a damsel flower Whose beauty embellishes the universe Like a star in the night out of its gown A flower that blooms a colorful roses In a garden of a mendacious love. Shall I tell you of a ravishing dove Whose name is written in the blue sky That name a gentle wind whispers to my ears Gently, gently like music that murders fears. Shall I tell you of a shiny star Whose eyes reflect nothing but a love Like a mirror that welcomes a light That is the face I always need to sight. Shall I tell you of a robust sun Whose teeth are as white as snow That even its whiteness brights And round all the galaxies.
Poetry from Akinmade Abayomi Zeal
I've not Lived Until I soak myself under the sun Almost ferried away by the waves of the ocean Flipped by the flaps of the flapping trees Tasting the salts of the sea And living like the bliss of the heavens, Drenched in the rain, pregnant with dreams And delivered of all my fantasies. I have not lived, until I'm ready for death Choking from too many pleasures - satisfied Yawning, belching, dizzy, weary from hedonism Hence clamouring to see my Home Begging, dying to meet my Maker And see the house He'd prepared yonder For me to retire And be steeled from terror And malice And treason And poison Where I'd wrestle with death And be defeated by death And take my turn to win through defeat: My battles over death - finally and permanently. And then be immune to terror And be forever condemned to bliss In my own flat That my Maker prepared yonder. I have not lived! Until I see the sky under the East. I have not lived To see the rising of the sun Neither have I seen the sky in the West Nor lived to relish the setting of its sun And watch the moon from the West glistening, And adore my Maker for His mightiness. I have not lived! For I have not breathed from the North Nor sleep in the East Nor take my detour to Aomori Where even the angels might freeze. I have not lived! And I want to live To breathe the air of the North And soak myself in the oven As I'm freezing from the frenzy of the Bahamas And watch my seeds run around While I watch Admiring their tiny little legs And their hearts brimming of innocence. I have not lived! So neither malice nor rancour Nor hatred should get the best of me. For I want away with terror With malice With poison With envy With lust With lost With everything omen. I want away with all Until I truly live. ABAYOMI ZEAL
Poetry from Ian Copestick
A Really Bad Man I read in the local newspaper, the other day, about a man who lived in the same city I do, he got caught having sex with his dog, and posting it on Messenger. He moved away, obviously, otherwise he would have been lynched. He moved to rural Wales, right out in the sticks. Where I suppose nobody knew who he was, or what he'd done. Well, he got sent down for eleven years. I think that's fair enough. He's fucking sick. But people get less than that for murder. Most people get less than that for murder. I'm not defending a dog fucker. If he'd tried it on with my dog, I would have killed him. But, you have to ask yourself ; Killing a human being, who will be mourned by many. Many lives will be destroyed. Is shagging a dog, as disgusting as it is, really worse than that. I don't know. I think that both are inexcusable.
Poetry from Sayani Mukherjee
Violence By Sayani Mukherjee Wanderings amidst snow cradled stairs Lily footed innocence A lighthearted Soaking A Feather-like elusive disarray. Then a leopard at night Humanoid force The violence is foggy My tainted mirror sees it The masks of forked paths A string, a right left child's play. After a nanosecond speed The bullet proof vest Marching through For virtue Death and dreaming Glassinobs scented handkerchief Shorting of breaths Death over death's bosom. The power of a couplet The pinching truth Salty with each throb. The leopard runs deep down Forests and pillars Authority holds the shadow The sceptical insomnia A sharp finish Morphine sleep, time's hole. Hours hold on. The river runs through Shadows and bones Chess game and vigilant mistress A dark hell with my resistance. I can't lie with the River. It sees through A wise grandmother and a woolen muffler. Coils the structure Men with law enforcement Country's growth spurt. The children feed on Winds and brain smoked intelligence. The play is ironic. A blind stare. Aborigines instincts a creepy vestibule The river rings on A music to ears Lily footed innocence It holds the strings alright A juggler. Mass extinction Nature's yearnings A blood dripping amazonian finish. It devours.
Poetry from Gabriel T. Saah
A Day To Come One day your children you dearly love will wail, but you will not be able to comfort them. One day the trees will provide oxygen in abundance, but your lungs will not be able to take their fill. One day your love ones will say their goodbye, but your mouth will be too shy to say yours. One day you will be given a bath and it will be your final bath, but you will not feel it. One day the meal of your heart will be served before your nose, But your name will not be mentioned. One day you will wear your clothes but you will not be able to get them off. One day the things you are fighting for will not be of any importance to you. One day you will leave your home and never return, but others will now claim that. One day you will live in a house you never built in your lifetime, and you will never come out to greet your neighbors. One day your name will be given a title you shall carry forever, and it shall be called the “Late”. One day the closet of your home will be invaded and you will say nothing. One day the shoes you loved dearly will be worn by others and not yourself. One day you and your partner shall share your bed and you will not be able to see who lies next to him/her. One day you will stand in the presence of a great Judge but you will not be able to hire a lawyer to plead your case. You will do that alone. And One day you will wish to be around your friends, But you will lie somewhere alone in your dark room never to come out. If you are to live, live right and now, If you wish to love, love right and now. For the day is sure but unknown. Peace ✌️✌️🕊️✌️🕊️🕊️ © Gabriel T. Saah ( Marvelous Inker). -Gabriel T. Saah