Story Of The Day.

Sixteenth Day Of June – 2019.

Dark remained in the morning for me as I abandoned,
Sleep to stay and watch the Sun rise and then,
I wished a thousand dreams adored me filled with love.
Nothing unusual, no callers, no visitors on a fathers day.

When bed became uncomfortable ah’ Sun to the west slanted,
Day left me no time and no thoughts beyond my Little Boss came,
She the one I love and in some way of her own loves me,
Night kissed me all around, dinner and tea wonderfully done.

A hundred thousand stars from all corners woke,
The night birds sat on my maples scratching barks,
Oh’ waiting and waiting for my heart to be read,
And none came, nothing even usual happened.

As the last phase of the night packed to leave,
Ah’ I know every door of heavens are open,
My conscience stopped questioning my motives,
What prayer I should say I questioned myself.

Then to heavens I said “O’ God, what I can have,
Or what I cannot have are immaterial in life now,
For the perfection of my love for her I know she deserves,
More than anyone and honor me to grant her my love.”.

Then to me I asked “When will you ever truly sleep?”,
As I saw the victorious rays of light gathering the joy,
Of the passing night and into the hearts of sleeping souls,
Spread that joy to yet another bright and wonderful day.

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Story Of The Day.

Fifteenth Day Of June – 2019.

Season of Spring by illegitimate children of winter seduced,
Their mating rituals brought cold unusual at this time of year,
The comforter lived up to its name as my stone built home kept,
The cool left over by the Spring-Winter cross child.

Brunch woke me further as yet another weekend flourished,
Cold never stopped neighbor’s lawn mowers to growl out loud,
My yard loved the sprouts and little wild flowers still blooming,
Eyes spread around and searched, shadows yester times held hard.

Childhood image of my dearest I saw and in mind laid,
Corner stones of a narrative in verses I will write,
As reality from me she hides, my fantasy will assume,
Life of her past, in present for a future that will be real.

Night tickled me to sleep early but an owl mode mind took,
The darker the night became, the louder the poet spoke,
When fantasy movies played on television screen, mind drew,
Strips of images of my darling’s dreams about her prince charming.

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Story Of The Day.

Fourteenth Day Of June – 2019.
This Poem Is For You Little Boss*.

The dreamer woke in the glitters of the dream,
Morning eaten away by the day and left me speechless,
So faded away the slowness of a fantastic friday,
Ah’ the day welcomed me well spread out and bright.

Routines done, failed runs as time beat me out of Mosque,
As along the world, I too rolled I found many smiling faces,
Oh’ they all smiled as a gesture of the week ending calm,
My walk and talk only mattered about business as usual.

When I welcomed the evening, Oh’, my eyes were closed,
Yet another dream passed through the mind and left me speechless,
For reasons all my knowledge and experience of my life,
Not yet known I said, “Forget me not O’ dear, my dearest”.

Then with all thoughts and prayers I wished I were loved,
She only comes in dreams that leaves me speechless,
She says nothing, she looks through me into oblivion,
Still, there is no way in mind I can find to unlove her.

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*Dedication. – Poems are written with specific people in mind at times and are dedicated to them. When this poem is read and someone at some point enjoys the poem. That enjoyment always leads to a little blessing and the person the poem is dedicated to will receive that blessing.

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Story Of The Day.

Thirteenth Day Of June – 2019.

Billions of rays out of unknown numbers of blasts, sprouted,
And like spring streams galloped all around spreading,
Much needed energy for life to thrive, and for me to see,
Smiles filled with love, ah’ from childhood to adulthood carried.

Failed, Oh’, they all failed, to brighten loveless hearts,
Who all stood stunned in the awe like lifeless statues,
Eyes wide open, mouths ready to speak but no sense,
Came to them to see, to taste, the perfection of the world.

Day like a serpent crawled into the corner of everything,
Church kept on ringing the wedding bells of someone’s success,
Blessing from me to those lucky souls for everlasting love.
Oh’, glad I am when seeing the gladness of others.

Evening wandered around to see happy smiles and gathered,
A little chill left by rains of night that passed in peace,
The coming night yawned up in the East and readied,
Dark horses tied to chariots to whip up the dusts of night.

As my mind smiled to gain from me some much needed rest,
Somewhere in the furthest corner of the sky I saw,
A rising star beating all odds of the dancing night,
That little star represented all hopes of a loving man.

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Story Of The Day

Twelfth Day Of June – 2019.

The sun came up far beyond eyesight in the east,
Clouds looked like dragons of a mythical ancient past.
Ah’ even sleep whose love in an instant I always felt,
Abandoned me and I raked memories of my recent past.

When the world woke up, got ready and started working,
Sleep that went whoring around in the night started,
Her seducing dance in through my brains and my veins,
Fantastic fantasies in unknown places, ah’ my eyelids played.

Sun and day passed me by, leaving curse words at my snoring,
I heard not and cared not as when I woke up I felt,
The tears of Nature through the evening she wept,
Birds shaking off the rain, ah’ the sound of life filled my heart.

Night hesitated to enter as the charm of the day to me unknown,
Still played the ballet with the falling rain and whispered,
Verses of love I misunderstood as into the unknown I looked,
And asked, “Ah’ is there a dream I have not seen that matters?”.

“Is there a wonder out there that can surprise me?”,
“Is there a bit of love I have never wished for?”,
Finding answers is no longer an option for the aging,
Living the answers is the reality, ah’ this night brings.

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A Colorful Messenger.


This Poem Is For You Little Boss.*

From the warm winds that swirl through roads dust rose
Mind through the unknown magic of the soul swirled,
Soul not bound by illusions of time, past, present and future,
Meaningless, as soul in you and I carry deep rooted love.

But tell me dear, my dearest the one I gave all my love,
How long will you bury time of us, in my eyes you have seen?
How long will you ignore the pulse of my heartbeat you read?
As my love became the essence of my Soul that touched yours.

From my soul, Oh’ in seasons passed took images and sprouted,
Scenes that brought into our minds dreams of romance,
Every moment so well weaved when you held my hands,
Every dream so well played but Oh’, unfortunately unfulfilled.

Those unfulfilled dreams became storms that wrecked,
Life of mine and shattered life into the depths of abyss.
Oh’ the hope every dream carried all around scattered,
Hopes filled with love of yours in days ahead may sprout.

The warm winds killed all the flowers Spring brought,
Representing the love of souls living in this world,
My soul ah’ slave of time as from past into future I crawl,
Oh’ when closing eyes into a desert; far, far I see,

A colorful flower that carries my last message of love to you.

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*Dedication. – Poems are written with specific people in mind at times and are dedicated to them. When this poem is read and someone at some point enjoys the poem. That enjoyment always leads to a little blessing and the person the poem is dedicated to will receive that blessing.

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Renewal Of A Vow.

This Poem Is For You Little Boss.*

I seek, I pray and I scream “Oh God Help”,
I live, I drown and in aches I again scream,
Reasons I knew at times, but mostly I know not,
Reasons of events of my past and unmoving present.

So went the blistering heat filled days into history,
When alone in my home naked and sweaty I walked,
Remembering days that wrapped me in freeze and snow,
When nothing of me to any nature made air, exposed.

Everything moved, everything moves ah’ no escapes,
As Earth itself through space moves at high speeds,
We stand, sit and sleep saying “I don’t want to move.”,
Oh’ not knowing in paused mind, we moved but life didn’t.

What all can pause mind that in turn pause life?
Oh’ questions after questions one can ask and,
Find no answers as all variable of life in the world,
Not known to all and can pause a life, pause the mind.

What questions and questions on questions one can ask,
That leaves one with no answers and unknown variables?
All of them comes from love of one form or another,
The lack of it or the abundance of it that twists and turns.

What variables be unknown to consciousness and conscience?
The ever changing world, Oh’ looks and feels the same,
The smiling faces, ah’ they hide what displeases cunningly,
All the known, ah’ even the very close then becomes unknown.

The tired man, the ever optimistic lover, Oh’, more unknown,
Love he loved lost when years passed counted to unhappiness,
Than the future happy days hand in hand spend in pleasantness,
Oh’ on that day my romantic love into her heart converged,

With a vow not to ever think about another girl in romance.
A vow every year for the rest of my life I will renew.

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*Dedication. – Poems are written with specific people in mind at times and are dedicated to them. When this poem is read and someone at some point enjoys the poem. That enjoyment always leads to a little blessing and the person the poem is dedicated to will receive that blessing.

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Prayer Of A Weeping Soul.


This Poem Is For You Little Boss.*

To the fading colors of Spring I asked,
“What makes you lose the colors so vividly painted,
And so wonderfully spread in the brightening Sun?”,
Spring said nothing but kept on degenerating.

To the warmth of Summer, I asked,
“What you bring to me to brighten my inner sights?”
The warmth kept on building and wilder, winds became,
Lowered my voice and to the wind, I listened; ah’ silence.

Then I walked through the warming air,
With my mind busy making a subject to talk my soul,
Birds flew as if they can hear my mind and sang,
Tunes busy world to hear failed; my mind to ignore, failed.

As into the middle of the town, I reached,
Ah’ the tune faded, town’s own tune into mind preached,
And to my mind, my soul in softness spoke: “feel the vibes”.
And mind protested to spoke back “Why should we?”.

Soul lost, nothing mind felt, nothing I touched,
Walk from spiritual to material collapsed as back I reached,
The solitude that found comfort in every corner of my home,
Nothing spoke, just the old fridge crying to cool unused food.

Sat on a love seat, television breaking all silence,
What went on I don’t know, what went inside I know well,
Mind and Soul finding ways to defend the loneliness,
In the end their argument took me to sleep filled boredom.

The loveless love-seat gave no love to my neck,
When pain me shook me awake ah’ I came out of a nightmare,
All that in an instant passed, but only soul spoke asking,
“Why loveless and lonely trying to feed the melancholy?”

When walking to the bed the sleepy-head answered.

“The love I loved was no mechanical accident of nature,
Nor a fiction my mind wrote dipping into your color, soul,
Every bit of that love came from the fantastic poetry I read,
And that poetry was the love I felt from the smiles of her.”.

Soul silenced, fans turned on, pillows held my head,
And as the remaining sleep rolled over me like an ocean wave,
Somewhere from the depth of my soul a weeping prayer I heard,
“May the love you loved be the reality of us in the coming days.”.

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*Dedication. – Poems are written with specific people in mind at times and are dedicated to them. When this poem is read and someone at some point enjoys the poem. That enjoyment always leads to a little blessing and the person the poem is dedicated to will receive that blessing.

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The Land Of The Unknown.

We the people together eradicated,
Hunger, many diseases, and went to moon,
Many invaders, monarch and criminals we defeated,
But in the care of our own deprived and disabled we failed.

Evil needs no other address than in the mind,
Of the people who turn away orphans, homeless, disabled and deprived,
And with evil minds, us they divide,
In the name of God, guns, and choices,
Through deception and lies, corruption and crookedness,
And still call this land, the land of the free.
Oh’ brutality became a new mask
Of the machinations of the politicians.

Join your hands and stand hand in hand,
Together to find unity than differences,
When I smile at you I ask not,
What way in God you believe,
Or at the color of your skin I stare not,
Or your sexual orientation I will not ask.
Yes, unity comes only in togetherness,
And division fertilizes suppression.

If united we fail we will lose,
Freedom on the land and then freedom of mind,
Then the land of the free inevitably will fall,
And will become land of the unknown.

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Dark In Blank.


Blog Post About This Poem.

Days, O’ days stories they gather,
About every thing living and add,
To the passed by time we fancifully call,
As history; at every moment begins,
A new story for the day to write,
And in every story of the living resides,
Life of a wonderful person none can rewrite.

The fascinating fact of life, Oh’, in fate written,
Fate none knows or in perfection can predict,
That makes life a wonderful charm to live,
Ah’ Days, they wait for the fanciful acts of fate,
Where themes of stories are written and we,
The perfect blend of actors none can replace,
We laugh, we cry, we celebrate stories well written.

The beauty of life is, that in every act a choice given,
The good and the bad, the wonderful and dirty,
And in every choice we make, ah’ strengthens the theme,
Nothing in life by accident happens or by a wrong theme,
Misplaced the living or by the choice of a misguided.
Ah’ so did the living soul of mine to you, Oh’ dear,
I came, through wonderful and weird, and we met.

Then days passed through our times, dark in blank,
No stories, no theme as for you to make a choice,
Time waits, the living and everything else paused,
Oh’ dear, there are no themes beyond already written,
And the theme before you and I as we understand,
In love between our souls we both know romances,
Until you makes the choice, blank will remain the days.

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