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The idea behind these writings is to bring a thought out into words in 5 minutes. Here is one of them.

5 Min Scribbles

Thoughts flashing through mind,

Some where gathered by the subconscious,

Most came from fragments reality left behind,

By the storm of life at time of birth began.

Others were dead leaves that once stood with a tree,

Cut down by fantasy of better time, space and uncouth ignorance,

Never ever a thought flashed through my mind,

Where you will keep on running on that hamster’s wheel,

Set by the world around who all in stupidity thrives.

 

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I went on a ride, it was unholy and the most dramtic. Now I am back here in PoetryBox. This is where I belong. The rest of the internet is screwed up. I hate Facebook so I cancelled that account. My Myspace will go soon too. I will be here and in my lonelypoet sites. There are those who lost me because they became too materialistic. I thought someone understood what I am truly about and I was relieved about it. Now I know that whole feeling I had was wrong and that person took me all wrong. The cancer of the material world had eaten her mind. The sad part is the mistake she is making will hurt her. I cannot do anything other than just walk away. That’s what I did from Facebook. She is only thinking from her side and I thinking from all sides and I am hurt. It is with audacity I went there and now I feel stupid going to an idiotic site that is good for nothing.
My poetry haven’t suffered because of this. The poetry you may see here in the coming day will reflect what I said above. But I will guide my mind in a new way. I will entertain you that’s for sure.

You should watch the first video as there is an introduction and short history of this poem. Enjoy

The Listening Flower – Broadcast your self LIVE  

The Listening Flower.

 

The imprint of smiles upon my mind you left,

To them I seek solace oh’ dear I seek,

That flowing hair, I wish to touch,

Those wonderful eyes my eyes seek,

Those smiling lips my lips crave,

And the imprints to me sung tunes,

That kept your face an ever living image.

 

Days lived around me as the living meaning,

Of the reality of you far, far away,

Memories wrote pages of imaginations of you,

In mind as soul to receive the soul of yours craved,

And to them can I sing an anthem of love?

 

Though imperfect in the world around you I maybe,

The gladness you leave every time your soul you show,

Binds together all the fallen pieces of life,

You are that perfection erasing every imperfection,

In the world you are and in the mind of mine.

I thought of posting something before this poem but the browser screwed up… so that’s gone.. Enjoy the poem

Kissing Rose – Broadcast your self LIVE

Kissing Rose

 

The summer sun all over the town exploded,

And birds from all corners came,

Oh’ how wonderful it was to see,

The world in the warmth of love,

Love of Mother Nature dance,

And love from numb reality thrived,

And out lived the cruelty of fate.

 

In this bustling town,

Crowned the beauty of Rose,

She walked like a deer,

And dear to all she became,

And then to the town came Jason,

With cunning lust the only feeling he knew,

From the moment he saw Rose,

He put both his eyes upon Rose,

In her innocence to him she always talked,

But nothing good from his mouth came,

Though surprised, she took it all as fun.

 

Jason told her with a face filled with smile,

Hands holding flowers of the best kind,

Mind filled with lusty thoughts,

“Oh my Rose, my darling Rose,

There isn’t a day in my life I can live,

Without a thought of those dazzling eyes,

There isn’t a moment in my life I can spare,

Without the thoughts of that charming smile,

In your bosom sleeps love I wish for all my life,

Give me love and in my love will spread the life of yours”.

 

Days gone by as every invitation Rose dodged,

Her admirers one by one Jason chased away,

Some with threats, some with blackmail,

Many with slanders unbelievable,

None should talk but him that became his life’s mission,

And through every crooked means he achieved what he aimed,

None talked to her only the cunning smile of him she saw,

Only the lust filled words of romance she heard,

And days stacked to weeks and weeks to months,

Still not a node of love from Rose to Jason came.

 

Jason’s words lost its charm,

Love left the town as only lust of a crooked man felt,

And his invitations turned to pleas for kindness,

Oh’ lovers in another way are decent beggars he proved,

But compassion he never deserved Rose knew it well,

And she only gave smile in her kindness,

Jason lost all his hope with summer ready to bow away,

Then on a bright evening in the golden lights of sun he asked,

“Rose my darling sweet heart, I must leave this town,

Please let me leave a kiss on those pretty lips,

And forever I will let that memory stalk my mind,

And forever I will stay away from this town,

Deny not oh dear don’t deny the plea of this lost lover”

 

To him without a smile she asked,

“Words will gain my heart you believed?

Roses will win my charm you thought?

Love is a feeling one should feel first,

And then must share without a touch,

You know nothing about love oh’ my lost lover,

And now you only want a touch of me in material,

And even now only the well being of your memory you cared,

Nothing for this poor wretched lonely girl”.

 

Turning away she walked a step or two,

And Jason after her ran,

And on his knees he pleaded to her for his one last wish,

“Touch you with my hand I will not,

Keep the windows open a foot high dear,

And after midnight I will come and you just show your lips,

I will kiss and fade into the darkest corners of the world”.

 

Rose turned and without a word away she ran,

And Jason shouted again and again,

“Silence is a yes and I will come tonight dear”.

 

Confused about what to do, Rose all tired, came home,

Her single dad held her and asked reason for her gloom,

Told all that happened to her dad,

And with a smile to her he told,

“Don’t worry my little princess I will take care of this,

You just sleep in my room just for this night,

And without harming him I will making him leave”.

 

Night came late as day shown his last muscle around the sun,

And all lights faded as mid night galloped all around the town,

Jason crept up the creepers without making a sound,

Holding on to the rails of the window he whispered,

“Rose my dear, here I am, please, please just show your lips,

I cannot hold on for too long dear,

Hearing this Rose’s dad woke up,

Without making any noise, her dad pulled down his pajamas,

And shown his freshly shaven ass through the window gap,

And Jason kept his word as with his hand he didn’t touched at all,

And did the best kiss he can ever give,

And he left in the way he came.

 

Next morning to the church when Rose walked,

All packed up Jason came to her and told,

“Oh dear Rose many, many thanks for what you did,

Your lips felt thick and tasted so wonderful,

But your mouth odor, you should do something to get it fixed”.

 

Not knowing anything Rose with her usual smile ran to church,

And Jason left town with no more thoughts about her,

And true love came to town with the colors of fall.

 

© RIAZAHAMMED.COM. 2009. All rights reserved.

Hello my friends, how are you all doing? I hope everyone is doing fantastic in this spring. My whereabouts cannot be disclosed anymore. So just to let you know that I am doing good. My sincere apologies for not getting to many of you as I was terribly busy. Hope you all will forgive me for that. My second book is done and I hope by summer or early fall it will be in stores. Aha, you all read the word hope many times so far. Well that kinda tells it, a lot of things are still in hopes. Anyway, I am doing a good job with the whole blogtv thing. That keeps me away from most of my other activities. Well here is a poem I wrote and it took sometime for me to add it here as it should be made part of RIAZAHAMMED.COM for copyright reasons. This is a poem written out of no where, I will give a detailed explanation how I got into it in a video later. What started it all and how I expanded it. Before I end this post let me tell ya.. feelings are hard to abandon when it is the truth and the pain, unbelievably hard to swallow. If anyone can, it is better not to love at all in life.

The Loving Gardener.

The shining sun smiled upon all creations of God,
Silence way upon the hill took her sleep,
As morning through the valley spread, unopposed.
 
When weeds with their flowers in pride stood,
And later with the naughty wind danced,
And gave a handful of pollen to spread far,
Oh life once again screamed, in every corner of nature.
 
Gardens of all kinds people built,
As old and new houses alike brightened,
In the middle of them in new colors of all kinds,
Giving thought, how wonderful hearts of those owners are.
 
Steps always slowed around the Garden Street,
As to see at least one owner mind always wished,
Never ever anyone seen in those gardens with flowers filled,
Still the smiles of flowers made mind to dance with them.
 
On that day as usual eyes made legs so slow,
And then I saw her pruning a rose plant in the evening light,
Every flower in shyness waited to be touched by her,
As far more beauty on her face one can see.
 
Can’t stop as the world and her may only think all wrong,
Still heart stopped for a moment or two,
Then to me with a smile she looked,
As if reading every thought in this poetic mind.
 
Every beautiful feeling every sense in mind ever came,
Merged all and gave the ink to write these lines in mind,
And looking into her eyes in my mind I said,
“In your eyes a hundred lines of verses sleep,
Lucky I will be if I at least one line of verse I can wake
With the blessing from those smiles I can steal,
And let the world knowing that soul will always live in love”.

Then I knew she indeed read my mind,
As in giggles she ran back to her home holding,
A bunch of lucky flowers that felt her touch,
Giving one more glance and that pretty smile,
When closing the material door,
Leaving spiritual ones open.

Hello Everyone…. I am a bit quite these days.. but don’t worry.. I am very active doing shows on BlogTV. Here I am posting my new poems. You all know I will never forget you all. I will be coming to all your pages to know what is going on with you all. Hope everyone one welcoming this wonderful spring. Yeah it is time to move into a spring. Lets all forget the dark old winter days and get into a wonderful time ahead. Now the video is my recital of the new poem on blogtv. I kinda stumbled upon my own words. Hope you all enjoy this. Have a great weekend everyone.

Hopes In A Bright Spring – Broadcast your self LIVE

Hopes In A Bright Spring Day.

Spring time weaved by nature in perfection,
And warmth came from all sides and consumed,
Every bit of life and unfreezing,
Even the depths of minds frozen by dark winter.

And shown in all wonders of nature all around,
The cool drizzle, the giggle of Mother Nature,
The sprouting trees, the smile of Mother Nature,
The nesting birds, the children of Mother Nature.

In the nesting time of the birds looking for mates,
Males and females flying around singing,
Their squeaking, dancing and the flight, so wonderful to see,
The beauty unfolded and through my viewing glass, enjoyed.

One bird waiting to find a mate, I watched,
Hours the bird all around flew,
A wonderful nest with comforts of all kinds built,
And after every flight with food of all kinds returned.
 
Then jumped from branch to branch
The waiting and the singing then flying around,
Though no honey found so early in spring,
The love from mind O sweeter than sweetest waited.
 
Then from far came the wonderful bird,
With all colors and sweetest songs,
The squeaking and kissing the elusiveness of mate,
The chasing through the air in high speed flight,
Oh’ songs and love of birds filled the air,
And filled the mind of a poet too.
 
Oh what wonderful ways nature builds nest for us,
And what beautiful ways we find life all around,
Looking at these birds and the hopes of a wonderful spring,
With beauty, love and happiness filled,
Reflecting from within a moment of joy,
Though alone, still with happiness of what seen,
At the end of the day with my viewing glass I walked,
Once more into lonely but bright road,
Where hopes like wild weeds sprouted,
With colors of all kinds dipped in love.

Here my latest poem in Audio Video and Text with blog comments.

Deep Rooted Love.

Vowed to be soul mates forever,

Wonderful everything felt from soul,         

What wonderful life they both dreamed,

When walking out of the white brick church.

 

She was mine, she was mine, onlooker screamed,

Groom readily agreed and said,

“She was yours now she is mine” and at her he smiled,

Another man said not from far, ‘She used me”,

Groom with his head raised said,

“To climb every height one need a stepping stone”,

And looked deep into the eyes of the man who said,

“She is the mother of my child” an old man said,

“Experience add to her quality” without hesitation groom said,

Held her hands and to the gates he walked,

“Why take the hand of such a bitch” a middle aged woman asked,

To her with the bride in pride he walked and said,

“All the men with whom she slept,

All the men who betrayed her in the name of love,

Everyone with passion and compassion she took,

And everyone left her after lust left their mind,

I too went to many with same kinda lust,

And saw no sparkle in their eyes,

And felt no butterflies in my belly,

They all left me after their lust left their mind,

Then to her I went to kill one night’s lust,

And found her kneeling to god and pray,

To bring a man of kindness in that night,

And then to my own conscience I asked,

If that man be me Oh’ how wonderful God may feel,

And to her on one knee I asked to fulfill her heartfelt prayer,

And she in tears kissed me when she said yes”.

 

None spoke, some walked in opposite ways,

Some wiped away the new born tears,

And a wind slowly opened the gates,

And they both hand in hand out to the world in haste walked.

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Crowded world, real, digital and fantasy,

Hello Everyone…
      I thought this winter is a mild one but woooo it is freezing many things I really don’t want to say here. . Life is easy when one takes things as it happens. That’s what I do. And you know what… it is far better than when I made a weekly plan. mmmm that’s just not me though well we evolve in character isn’t it? Yes is my answer. Hope you all are doing fine in the harsh grip of winter. I love Wisconsin cold and of course I love ,… yeah no need to say it.

This poem.. I may have written a poem with the same name long ago. mmm I don’t know. When I was in BlogTV a young girl came to me and asked me to reply to a yahoo question. It was her friend who asked the question about what to do about that girls boyfriend leaving her. I replied but my young friend came back and requested if I can write something that will help her bring him back. I asked about their relationship and went to the lonely hut to write it. This is the poem I wrote. Enjoy

My dearest days are those in which,
With your feelings from heart you made me feel,
Me the dearest with your care and love
And the beauty of all the stars in my soul I felt.

Even when silence around us danced,
Still your love spoke to my soul,
Blooming every bud of my love,
In the depth of my soul and every bit of me.

From those flowers of love in my soul awakened,
Dreams filled with wishes and our moments together.
Then when away you walked with only a friendly smile,
Tears melted all those flowers from my heart and soul.

Away and away I tried to run,
The more I tried the more back to you dragged,
As deep from my soul a cry I heard,
Of my love to you, Oh’ my dear, my dearest.

Fear I not as love fill my heart,
Anger I am not as love made me smile,
Happiness eluded and as a butterfly around me fly,
But without you sadness will consume every bit of my life.

Come back to me O dear, Come back to me,
Come and take these trembling hands,
As my love for you outgrown every sense of mine,
Come back to me O dear and wipe these tears of mine.

This is the BlogTV feature recording of yesterday. You can hear me reciting this poem there. As usual there are some words I stumble upon. Enjoy

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