Translating Dreams To Poetry
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LonelyPoet.
Inspirations.
Environmentalists and Politicians grind their teeth,
When warmth caress their cheeks in a winter morn,
Blessed many feel when sun lashes through the white clouds,
Bird-less and leafless, trees in confusion stands.
The roads are not empty but faces are with gloom filled,
The wrong around the world is not in weather alone,
But in perceptions, opinions and principles of uncaring minds,
Oh’ some even hold a gun in their hand for peace of mind.
Thanksgiving meals have digested,
Holidays knocking at the door with jingle bells,
How many even care to kiss each other?
When love must be packed in colorful packages.
The year when preparing to say goodbye,
At the pathetic panic of the people look,
Shopping what they need and mostly what they don’t need,
And with a cheerful mind walk back home.
This world has changed and how many knows,
That the world doesn’t need any of you,
And to this beautiful world once more unkind we look,
And most in one voice say “Life sucks”.
Still this globe carries all with care,
Even when lava boils deep inside,
And when everyone celebrate a birthday,
Without singing any birthday song
For the one born on Christmas day.
Oh’ the world has changed, the world has changed,
Where plants and animals by extinction consumed,
And humans consumed by their minds evolution,
From species of intelligence to species of degeneration.
When wars and jihads are fought with none winning,
When corruption and manipulation drowns the truth down,
Minds not evolved still as precious stands,
And deep in each other sees the soul of each other,
And walks hand in hand unknown to most others,
But known to the spirit of the world as the reason,
For the inspiration of Sun to rise in the east and set in the west.
I don’t know for how many people this may make any sense at all. It is a tough riddle.
Hopes so inappropriate once in mind lingered,
Oh’ they came when making wine from sweet grapes,
Though half way the inappropriate hopes were left out,
The barrels were kept away but never forgotten,
Now after the Earth hand gone around the sun,
The barrels are opened and wine will be served.
I am preparing a collection of poems called “Romantic Feelings” which will be a Amazon Shorts These poems were written in LonelyPoet.Org. None came there to read it. Now If Amazon allows me to publish them then you will see them. Otherwise somewhere in the dark parts of my hard drive it will sit there for ever.
Now what happened to this site. Those who commented and got accepted as friends are the real friends. When I call someone a friend that friend should stand by me. Otherwise there is no point in calling someone a friend. I told all of you that I expect comments on my works be it negative or positive it doesn’t matter, I want to know what my readers thinks. I opened up LonelyPoet.Com for comments where it is much more easier to find and comment on poems. One don’t even need to be a member of that site. Some people came in there initiallly then they also disappeared. From footprints I can see people visiting my xanga site but not LonelyPoet.Com. Still if you comment in LonelyPoet.Com I will comment in your site.
There are changes, the collection of poems called “Yesterdays” which I originally planned to write 365 poems will be reduced to 100 poems. I have already posted 54 of those poems in here as well as LonelyPoet.Com. Another collection which I thought of writing called “Characters” the whole project was abandoned. I will post here as well as in LonelyPoet.Com other poems.
The following poem is a test. Failing the test will have severe consequences. Read the poem very carefully, the lesson is
in the poem, there can’t be any questions, if you still have any ask me. You need to figure out what is the test by reading
this poem. I am posting this poem earlier than the test. Starting 6:00PM Eastern Time in United States Of America on
November 13th 2006 my readers will have 24 hours to pass the test. Keep in mind asking me questions will not extend
the finishing time of the test. The test will end exactly at 6:00PM Eastern Time in United States Of America on
November 14th 2006.
Good Luck.
This is me stitting on the edge of a fountain in front of the Eddie Bauer store in Kansas City. This picture was taken by
my brother on October 23rd 2006.
The Lonely Gardner.
The strip of barren land I own,
Upon which weeds and wild plants grew,
With creepers through land crawling,
As upwards to climb nothing they found.
With spade and scissors a long time I spent,
Cutting and cleaning and the land I ploughed,
Sowed the seeds of flowers and many roots I planted,
All in order and in order they grew.
The violets and bluebells spread through the strip,
The tulips behind them in aristocracy stood,
The roses spread pleasantness in mind with smiles of their own,
And orchids blossomed showing kaleidoscopic patterns.
Days I spent in keeping the garden bright and clean,
As eyes of mine and my minds eyes in happiness stared,
And with satisfaction of my own expression,
With smiles in the middle of the garden I stood.
Even when the garden in bright colors stood,
Onlookers from far away looked and with murmurs went,
Their eyes I can’t see as far away they were,
But none said a word as none close to me came.
Then there are those, whom I thought close to me they were,
They in silence wandered around, did they looked or not, I know not,
Mystery my mind love, but sometime many mystery hurts,
And unknowing what the world thinks about my construction,
Tired I sat, watching my own smiles fading away.
Then conscience asked why not build a wall around,
So that none will see the beauty about which none speaks,
The beauty of the garden only myself will enjoy,
That which for the world I constructed,
For my own satisfaction forever will exist.
I will grow more flowers and green smooth grass,
Forever the sight in my mind will live,
In those sights the sound of soul I will hear,
The soul of mine alone will sing in the happiness of mine.
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I was looking for this song on the web “She is so high” andfound this video on You Tube with the beautiful
Kathryn Morris of Cold Case. Wonderful video of this beautiful woman, loveit.
Democrats won the election. The Republicans lostthe election. People have spoken for change. Hehehe slogans are flying all overthe place. I say… “Whatever” Last nightwas fun. The tight race, it is like seeing a tied football game from 2 minutewarning. After all these just a while I ago I saw this touching picture of alittle child wiping her tears, she don’t know the rhetoric, she probably don’t knowthe politics. In her innocence she only know her dad lost the election.. All slogans and partisanshipjust vaporized away when I saw this picture. My heart goes to Sarah Maria. Don’tbe sad little girl, there will be another day when your dad will make you smile.
Photo Courtesy MSNBC/Getty Images.
Election, Election, Election… damn you all politicians and political talkers. HBO 24/7 that’s my channel. Well… I fell asleep during a busy day at work. Hell ya… tired to thinking too deep into programs. Hehehe… I am cool now. WuLong Tea… anyone heard about it. It is good.
After reading the above said paragraph one can figure out what I am going through. This moment I am looking at a election report, then a movie report, the next moment I am reading poem in some Xanga site, next I will be fixing a problem reported at work. See I am doing too many things at the same time. The ever consistent life is falling like the leaves of the trees around. But I am here to stay for another winter and then I will blossom into another weird spring and summer. Said all that… if someone ask me how many more winters you want to watch I’d say… a trillion more even if I am alone in this planet.
This poem, I wrote it at work a deliberate effort to change the crazy things I was doing all morning. Ever stood in the middle of a country market. I have done that a lot. Even though I seldom bought anything. It is interesting how people behave there. I started the poem with that thought and got the rest of it while scribbling it.
Enjoy the evening.
The Shadow Figure.
Picture yourself in the middle of the crowd,
Market place where sellers with their produce shout,
Passionate buyers scrambling for the best,
Worth it or not, some ask, many don’t.
The world revolves around you as you wish,
As none cared to look at you unless,
You have a handful to sell,
To their liking, not to anyone’s benefit.
For those who have nothing to sell,
And nothing to buy and nothing to buy with,
Oh’ they are pebbles in the screaming stream,
Dragged on and polished in ways they don’t want.
The crowd around at empty handed they look,
With perceptions in mind that they are out there to loot,
Oh’ in the middle of the crowd nothing they seek,
May be another soul who doesn’t have anything to sell or buy.
From the wilderness of the market he tried to walk,
Far, far away where a bit of peace of mind he seek,
But in this prison of air, dust water and noise,
No place have he found, where there are no sellers or buyers.
No soul he found who looked at his eyes without a scary thought,
And through the crowd with a hood covering his head he walked,
No word to say, no destinations known, his walks, never ending continued,
Not knowing a shadow figure wrote these lines about him.
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Mo Cuishle,
Don’t feel sorry about anything. I never
felt like you thrown me into dark or anything like that. My complaints
were you did not comment on my poems. hehehe… ‘as always’ I
know you read my works. Like it or not… mmm… it is a mystery. Well
most of the time I like mystery. When it comes to like it or leave it,
I will say, love it.
Still no word from both of my missing friends. mmm.
You have a wonderful week.
Riaz Ahammed.
Weekend Update…
Nothing much going on in this bright, windy and cold weekend. I am still not well, but better. I have no hopes or wishes anymore. Like John Mellencamp sung, “Life Goes On, Long After The Thrill Of Living Is Gone”. I just thought I will leave one of my latest pictures in here.
This picture was taken during the Eid prayer ceremony that ended the month of Ramadhan on October 23rd in Kansas. I am waiting for the prayers to start.
Have you ever heard anyone asking to be banned from a forum? I did, from the Academy Of American Poets discussion forum. Their workshops are a sham to poetry. When I asked to be removed from their website. You can imagine what went on for some days. They are sadists, who sit their to kill young poets poetic innovations. These old school waste don’t understand the modern day mindset. If anyone ever says they are in anyway associated with the Academy Of Poets. I will never look at their face again. As for me, I don’t care a shit about who says what, about my poetry. I know what is poetry better than anyone and if anyone want to read my poetry, read it and be enchanted, otherwise join the academy and get lost.
Here is a poem I wrote originally to be given to a girl. She is gone, gone, gone. She was a wonderful friend. I hope and pray good things will come to her and her life wherever she is will be for the better. This indeed is the greatest loss of my life. A great friend. I will write more about Alexandra, as of now, I am just too sad to write anymore.
One Soul.
Bright light in my heart filled,
When pleasant thoughts in meditations found,
And with a cheerful smile,
To you I come.
The glory of mind in my search filled,
The glow of life in my senses filled,
And with that glow in my soul,
To you I come.
The veil of the morning lifted,
When your face I saw,
And the brightness I gathered,
In every meaning fulfilled,
When to you I come.
The noon time sun bowed,
When in your thoughts at sky I looked,
And the glory of you in every sense filled,
When to you I come.
New meanings of gladness I found,
When upon your eyes I looked,
That precious soul to mine every time spoke,
When to you I come.
Gladness in every way you define,
But to my eyes you look,
And seek the completeness of your joy,
When to you I come.
In the glory of love to each other dissolve,
The material passions in each other we kept,
But forever exists only one soul,
As our souls merged as one in romance and love.
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