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Desert delirium
The clouds are really loud tonight...
I mean, cows
The moon is a double crescent,
I mean... glows brightly
Toward my eyes
The crickets sing a symphony,
I mean...
I hear your echoes in the distance
Softly awakening my soul
I mean... I love you and I miss your jokes
I mean... I mean... I'm still healing
I mean... It's a long hard road
And I'm thirsty
A Nice touch to it
I enjoyed it was a spiritual Hot read it picks up your thirst.
Thanka
Th desert still makes me feel delirious
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FULL OF FEELING AND PATHOS
Will you believe me if I say that even I feel exactly the same way on midsummer and late fall nights...when I am lying all alone (With my bed and a pedestal fan in the balcony of my house) and the mental torture heightens when memories of the past do not let go of me and keep me awake till dawn. I loved Daphne, who was the sister of my school classfellow and friend, Joseph John. My friendship with Daphne bloomed into a rare kind of love that I have read about only in old time classic literature of the West as well as the East. It was spiritual and ethereal, sublime and lofty as compared to carnal love. She died of Cancer in 1984 but I feel that she is always by my side, talking/whispering in a heavenly voice...which increases my torment as I cannot speak back to her. Then I got married -- my father chose a girl for me -- a girl who professed that she loved me but as far as I can make out she never even knew the meaning of true love. The marriage broke up after 16 plus years in which I did my best to make it functional as God had blessed us with two sons and a daughter. Yet she wanted more and more wealth and possessions as well as the other materialistic assets of this temporal world and made my days and nights at home a living hell. Where Daphne's love was divine this woman's affections were centred on how much I earned as well as on my social status. She had a queer mind of her own and always linked me with other women...including her own elder sister....accusing me of having affairs --- her claims had no truth in any of the ones she hurled at me.
Sp my nights are spent with Daphne and her love haunting me on one side and this second woman's marriage years depriving me of even a single good memory.
Your poem is profound and full of feeling and pathos and I can very well relate to it. You write beautifully and are very expressive even though your verses are short as compared to other poems published here, some including mine. I admire your poetic profess so I say to you: WELL DONE!
Muhammad Naveed Ahmed.
Pen name:Emmenay.
Yahoo email ID:Ambitious7
Initials: M.N. Ahmed.
Thanks, Emmenay! It's a
Thanks, Emmenay! It's a challenge to write much these days using just a phone to write. I appreciate your story very much. Materialism is tough to beat. It seems to have such a tight hold on so much of humanity. Seems like there's no simple way to detach from it. We are afterall embodied and wandering around in this dimension. Ethereal, spiritual, feels better to me. I understand those whispers you speak of. The missing is tough. More later... Thanks for stopping in!
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Been there, Doing that Good
Been there, Doing that Good poem even if it did wake up a couple demons in my head ....But thats ok I caged them once I can do it again
Every story-teller bends the myth to his own purpose. that's why a Hero has a thousand faces
Oh those...
Dang head demons. I think I've about quieted those Effers. Though they try to come in and take center stage sometimes, I just whisk em off with the curved handle of my umbrella And toss em to the side. Bubbye... Open up the love let in the light.
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Nicely woven x
Nicely woven x
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
:p
Thanks, Ssmoothie! Still delirious...
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