I am getting caught up with the new job. Lot of things to do and I have very little time to do it all. Today I reached the office at 10:30 and my boss said hey buddy try to be here an hour before. He is cool. Nobody is upset, but it was a warning that outside life is getting caught up in my work, which is not good. My colleagues at work wherever I worked were the worst audience I ever faced. Computer programmers never enjoy poetry. I am a poet first and everything else after.
Now I haven’t wrote another word on my poems yet, so I am going to post another old poem. This is a poem I wrote when I was working in Florida way away from a girl I was dating. It was a tough time for both of us as we were at the verge of breaking up. I hope you all enjoy the poem.
The Vagabond.
Wandering through the battle field,
A battle lost even before fought,
Hopes and dreams were the weapons,
All lie shattered in pieces,
Love’s lost beyond any hope of recovery,
All across the horizon I see no lucky stars,
All murdered by a wicked thought,
Of whom i don’t know.
I’ll remain a vagabond,
Until I rediscover my senses,
But tell me girl where to look for,
A hope and dream to live for?.
©RIAZAHAMMED.COM. Poem was released in LonelyPoet.Com in the fall of 1998.
You definitely are a poet, first and foremost….only one with a true poet’s heart could write something as heartfelt as this.
P.S.: I’m glad you enjoy my work…I very much enjoy yours as well.
Why rude?!
lovely. not heard from u in a while. hope ur doing well, elenni x x x
No problem. I am just sensitive this morning. (I found out that my grandmum has cancer, and I seem to be taking it out on everyone else.) I’m sorry.
Thank you.
She will be 82 in August.
thank you SO much for your props and for you saying that i am pretty. i appriciate it.
*Tanya*
The last person who commented was rude that’s not called for. Man some people are jackass’s grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I liked your peom its good and your a great writer don’t let any one tell you other wise my friend!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thanks for your time sorry I have writers block I havent written any thing for days so I just been posting pics. Bye
I am afraid I am running out of ways to say I know the pain you write. The torture of losing someone before the goodbye is said…and the pondering of what next…or even why bother. Dearest man, it is ALWAYS worth the bother.
The job well, unfortunately, we must work to eat. Starving poets can’t afford internet or paper and pen for that matter. Now, I would be willing to travel to a bus station restroom…or an old refridgerator box to read what you may scrawl with left over burnt tobacco from a crushed out cigarette…but I don’t want to. Work is not who you are, it is what you must do to survive. The soul needs love and the body, and the body needs warmth and food to feed the soul.
GO TO WORK OH MESMERIZED POET!!! lol
warmest thoughts,
SA
“Hopes and dreams were the weapons, “
lovely lines <3
it seems lately my life is chalk full of frustration.. simply chalk full…
<3
Thanks you rock!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I’m glad you’re a poet before anything else. Because I love the way you write! Are you going to get professionally published? Cause I’d definitely buy your book.
u dont know how good that advise was, thank u so so much, u are so true, elenni x x x
been a while dude, but i’ve been reading your poems,, he he man i’ve been through shit laltey but i feel better. nice poem by the way.
Whats up I’m bored my bud’s over we have prestion today man I’m so scard cause I have to be in front of lots of people. I’m going to be F.E.S. Hall’s new queen it’s a protugese thing I get to wear a crown and a big cape (it has the holy crown on there and a cross). I might post pics so you can see. Well not the cape today just a a big white and gold dress. Bye