And The Melody of a True Friend Plays On...
No one knows about the sorrows, as is seen a serenity..
The silence, its stillnes, be disturbed so carelessly..
When you are down, double troubled, life seems unfair,
And in need of some concern, loving and tender care.
Deluged in a world so cold and fast losing sight.
And dims your vision, just recall memories so light.
That once upon a life, was ever so sparkly bright.
To cheer up even your distressed, bleakest nigh.t
Braving the pains, the chains that keeps tying you down
Rising above the stormy emotions with less frown
Life is only a game and as you must now stand,
In this confused sandy green, at times watery land.
Keep moving with dignity, chin up walk real tall.
Let it be hazy days of summer winter spring or fall...
Just hope that good fortune knocks at the door,
Between the sky and sea, peace, love ever more.
The friendly hand that reaches out so touchingly
From lands, oceans across with good grace generously
Unfolding a sweet fragrance, flowering your heart.
Is the silent smile of a true friend that could never part!
And the Musical Melody of True Friends
Older than the seas play on....till the journeys end!
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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Friends, The Bright Sparkle of Life
Friends and Pearls of Wisdom
Under the unshaded eyes of the sand covered skies.
Glistens a sweet silvery streak through the gloomy sunrise.
Through the changing scenes of life, true friends fail not.
Despite the branches of many a life’s strain, it did not.
Dim the sparkle of life, that was once so blissfully bright.
Friends so precious and rare brightens the darkest night.
Pearls of wisdom overflowed constantly so flawlessly.
Answers to riddles a many with honesty effortlessly.
With the sweet fragrance of hope strength and loyalty.
Gracefully placed on a pedestal are true friends with dignity.
Need for loving care, concern was the name of the game.
To life’s road paved with variables, an emotional game.
This world is just a stage and soon will end its play.
When into heavenly arms the journey will soundly lay.
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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Bouquet of words
Don't ask me what is friend?
What is love? Where it lies in?
Well definition, most of us confused
With the sweet of love juice
As love has chain to fuse
Grab this love that i lend
Love is not only for a lover
Love also made for a friend
and great love for God
Beautiful loves are broad
Dear, love of friend...
like the blessing rain
to fall on dry and hot desert
then raise a nice feeling
grow green, life in desert
sweet, beautiful and blessed...
A True friend, a true hand to lend
Sweet and thick like honey
Nothing with money
Hate to hate
Love to love
Not love to hate
Or hate to love
Losing a friend
Losing an element of light
Losing a different sight
Still can see with normal light
But missing core of value inside
A True friend
Share one color in life canvas
Surround by true friends
Finished a priceless of life canvas
With multiple colors trend
Simply, deeply thanks to say
You are my good friend ever
Makes everyday is a beautiful day
We stay in field of innocent forever
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Re.edited and a 2nd version of love and friend,
Dedicated 'To all my friends here'
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poem by Unwritten Soul
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Message from the Sea of Marmarra 2011
From across the oceans we meet old friends..
new friends, a walking miracl...e into my life,
Sharing a world that is shaking, trembling
and a life with a continuous strife,
Words so kind, loving and memories kept
to rise with every stumble, every fall...
A towering strenght to steadilly move on
with confidence dignity and to walk tall.
Now From Marmara/Black seas i send you
to share a few uncertain, but happy hours
With Friends so priceless, smiled into my heart..
with the sweetest fragrance of all the flowers!
Between Eurpoe and Asia Istanbul...with al my love n
(Not forgetting Seda n Derrya/Summer 2011)
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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Why Friends?
Why Friends?
They say friends should be few but good.
I say friendship is better than brotherhood.
We used to see them too often at school.
They used to make us happy and cool.
We used to play together a lot of times,
And we would sing our childish rhymes.
We would also stand together or fall.
They were the first people to recall.
We grew up to be men or women,
But inside, these memories are hidden.
Every time we need someone to talk to,
We find them there for us and give help, too.
They say a friend to all is false to all,
I agree and stick to this golden rule.
We can be friends to one, two or three,
But more than this we can't be free.
Yet we can be friendly to everyone,
But not friends with everyone.
Friendly is to give people a fair deal,
But friends means to love and feel.
To give and take as much as you can,
To put them before us if we can.
True friends are a real treasure,
Whose value goes beyond measure.
But remember to decrease their number,
Or else they put you in real danger.
24/4/2009
poem by Omar Jabak
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What Are You Doing The Rest Of Your Life
What are you doing the rest of your life?
North and south and east and west of your life
I have only one request of your life
That you spend it all with me
All the seasons and the times of your days
All the nickels and the dimes of your days
Let the reasons and rhymes of your days
All begin and end with me
I want to see your face
In every kind of light
In fields of dawn
And forests of the night
And when you stand before the candles on a cake
Oh, let me be the one to hear the silent wish you make
Those tomorrows waiting deep in your eyes
And the world of love you keep in your eyes
Ill awaken whats asleep in your eyes
It may take a kiss or two
Through all of my life
Summer, winter, spring and fall of my life
All I ever will recall of my life
Is all of my life with you, ooh, ooh
song performed by by Dusty Springfield, music by Alan Bergman, Marilyn Bergman, Michel Legrand
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Classic Fragrance of Happiness
The silence speaks into a darkened cloud that brought in many a showers,
The insensitive clock ticked on and faced every dawn and the evening hours.
The humming of the birds stirs a musical accent spreading a message sweetly,
A tear washed eyes and a tired heart embraces the radiance majestically.
The rugged road blending with the luxurious green and the warmth of the sun,
The power of dignity, loyalty nurtures the soul to a serenity flawlessly sung.
Sparkling a richness with bright values in love and life in perfect harmony,
While the gentle breeze waltz in through an open window so delightfully.
Strolling through the garden of faith trust and love steadily, in loneliness.
Deluged in the wonders of the floral sweet fragrance of new freshness.
Captivated from the boldness of the great blessings from heavens above,
The journey moves on heaping treasured memories perfumed with classic love.
The glory of children, grand children and many a children so precious and rare,
Life sure is blessed wondrous and fair, braving the years with guard and care.
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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You've Got A Friend
When you're down and troubled
And you need a helping hand
And nothing, whoa nothing is going right.
Close your eyes and think of me
And soon I will be there
To brighten up even your darkest nights.
You just call out my name,
And you know wherever I am
I'll come running, oh yeah baby
To see you again.
Winter, spring, summer, or fall,
All you have to do is call
And I'll be there, yeah, yeah, yeah.
You've got a friend.
If the sky above you
Should turn dark and full of clouds
And that old north wind should begin to blow
Keep your head together and call my name out loud
And soon I will be knocking upon your door.
You just call out my name,
And you know wherever I am
I'll come running to see you again.
Winter, spring, summer or fall
All you got to do is call
And I'll be there, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Hey, ain't it good to know that you've got a friend?
People can be so cold.
They'll hurt you and desert you.
Well they'll take your soul if you let them.
Oh yeah, but don't you let them.
You just call out my name,
And you know wherever I am
I'll come running to see you again.
Oh babe, don't you know that,
Winter spring summer or fall,
Hey now, all you've got to do is call.
Lord, I'll be there, yes I will.
You've got a friend.
You've got a friend.
Ain't it good to know you've got a friend?
Ain't it good to know you've got a friend?
You've got a friend.
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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True Friendship so Rare!
A true Friendship so special and more than rare
Like the precious gem found not, everywhere
It’s a perfect joy and beauty with good grace.
When a heart is filled with a true friend’s face.
The hand touches you, love and special care.
And soon be the best of friends when in despair.
Makes you smile through all the darkest days...
Plants precious memories in the hearts to stay.
Shares your secret and is always there for you..
With honesty concern to help you make it through!
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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What is a Friend?
True friends will never let each other down
True friends will tell each other when they are right or wrong
True friends listen to their problems without casting judgment
True friends are never afraid to tell you like it is
A true friend knows when to say no
A true friend will never flop you
A true friend will be supportive of all you do
A true friend will be there to dry your weeping eyes
A true friend will lend a shoulder for you to cry on
A true friend cares how you are doing
A true friend cares about your day-to-day life
A true friend always calls and checks up on you
A true friend gives of himself/herself without asking for anything in return
A true friend would not lend you money but give you whatever they can
A true friend may argue, fuss, and fight with you but will always be there for you
A true friend forgives you for your shortcomings
A true friend will come to your aid no matter what time of day it is
A true friend doesn’t wait to hear from you to make the first call
A true friend just calls to chitchat with you
A true friend is like a Godsend in times of perils
A true friend is always welcoming
A true would give you the coat off their backs
A true friend knows enough is enough
A true friend will be by your side when you need them the most
A true friend will run an intercept or blockage for you
True friends will CYA for each other
True friends knows that this world wasn’t promised to us
True friends make the best of a bad situation
True friends keeps each others secretes
True friends keeps no secretes from one another
True friends share each other’s lives
A true friend is forever
Are you a true friend?
Ask yourself that question
Can you be a true friend?
Do you deserve a good friend?
There are no goodbyes in life, just hellos
Hello friend
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Life Is Lovely All the Year
When the buds are blossoming,
Smiling welcome to the spring,
Lovers choose a wedding day -
Life is love in merry May!
Spring is green - Fal lal la!
Summer's rose - Fal lal la!
It is sad when Summer goes,
Fal la!
Autumn's gold - Fal lal la!
Winter's grey - Fal lal la!
Winter still is far away -
Fal la!
Leaves in Autumn fade and fall;
Winter is the end of all.
Spring and summer teem with glee:
Spring and summer, then, for me!
Fal la!
In the Spring-time seed is sown:
In the Summer grass is mown:
In the Autumn you may reap:
Winter is the time for sleep.
Spring is hope - Fal lal la!
Summer's joy - Fal lal la!
Spring and Summer never cloy,
Fal la!
Autumn, toil - Fal lal la!
Winter, rest - Fal lal la!
Winter, after all, is best -
Fal la!
Spring and summer pleasure you,
Autumn, ay, and winter, too -
Every season has its cheer;
Life is lovely all the year!
Fal la!
poem by William Schwenck Gilbert
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Make it life
Life is every where
It is in you now and forever it shall stay
Life is the wind blowing sideways
Life is the winter and the summer
I am Life You are Life We are Life
I love Life and Life loves me
Life and I play beneath the midnight sun
Life and I play beneath the morning moon
Life brings me soup when I am ill
Life kisses me good night and greets me with a smile
Life is sad and it is lonely
Life is evil and Life is blunt
Life is a true friend and never lies
I am Life You are Life We are Life
poem by Jasmine Shipp
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Life In Context
Life is every where
It is in you now and forever it shall stay
Life is the wind blowing sideways
Life is the winter and the summer
I am Life You are Life We are Life
I love Life and Life loves me
Life and I play beneath the midnight sun
Life and I play beneath the morning moon
Life brings me soup when I am ill
Life kisses me good night and greets me with a smile
Life is sad and it is lonely
Life is evil and Life is blunt
Life is a true friend and never lies
I am Life You are Life We are Life
poem by MatthewMartin Campbell
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Summer Nights
(casey/jacobs)
Summer lovin, had me a blast
Summer lovin, happened so fast
Met a girl crazy for me
Met a boy cute as can be
Summer days drifting away
To, uh oh, those summer nights
Well-a, well-a, well-a, uh!
Tell me more, tell me more
Did you get very far?
Tell me more, tell me more
Like does he have a car?
She swam by me, she got a cramp
He ran by me, got my suit damp
Saved her life, she nearly drowned
He showed off splashing around
Summer sun, somethings begun
But, uh oh, those summer nights
Well-a, well-a, well-a, uh!
Tell me more, tell me more
Was it love at first sight?
Tell me more, tell me more
Did she put up a fight?
Took her bowling in the arcade
We went strolling; drank lemonade
We made out under the dock
We stayed out till ten oclock
Summer fling dont mean a thing
But, uh oh, those summer nights
Tell me more, tell me more
But you dont gotta brag
Tell me more, tell me more
cause he sounds like a drag
He got friendly holding my hand
Well, she got friendly down in the sand
He was sweet, just turned eighteen
Well, she was good, you know what I mean
Summer heat, boy and girl meet
But, uh oh, those summer nights
Tell me more, tell me more
How much dough did he spend?
Tell me more, tell me more
Could she get me a friend?
It turned colder; thats where it ends
So I told her wed still be friends
Then we made our true love vow
Wonder what shes doin now
Summer dreams ripped at the seams
But, oh, those summer nights
Tell me more, tell me more.
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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True Friend A Special Ingredient
When you stumble and fall and feel no repair
And you need a kind heart with loving care
When lost and there’s no one to hear you
...you find there’s no one around to talk to
When you need the strong and loving hand
Oceans apart and from far off distant lands
A true and loyal friend will always lend a ear
To wipe away all fears and overflowing tears
To Brightens up even your darkest days
And help you sail with dignity all the way
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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New Year's Eve
I
The other night I had a dream, most clear
And comforting, complete
In every line, a crystal sphere,
And full of intimate and secret cheer.
Therefore I will repeat
That vision, dearest heart, to you,
As of a thing not feigned, but very true,
Yes, true as ever in my life befell;
And you, perhaps, can tell
Whether my dream was really sad or sweet.
II
The shadows flecked the elm-embowered street
I knew so well, long, long ago;
And on the pillared porch where Marguerite
Had sat with me, the moonlight lay like snow.
But she, my comrade and my friend of youth,
Most gaily wise,
Most innocently loved, --
She of the blue-grey eyes
That ever smiled and ever spoke the truth, --
From that familiar dwelling, where she moved
Like mirth incarnate in the years before,
Had gone into the hidden house of Death.
I thought the garden wore
White mourning for her blessed innocence,
And the syringa's breath
Came from the corner by the fence,
Where she had made her rustic seat,
With fragrance passionate, intense,
As if it breathed a sigh for Marguerite.
My heart was heavy with a sense
Of something good forever gone. I sought
Vainly for some consoling thought,
Some comfortable word that I could say
To the sad father, whom I visited again
For the first time since she had gone away.
The bell rang shrill and lonely, -- then
The door was opened, and I sent my name
To him, -- but ah! 't was Marguerite who came!
There in the dear old dusky room she stood
Beneath the lamp, just as she used to stand,
In tender mocking mood.
"You did not ask for me," she said,
"And so I will not let you take my hand;
"But I must hear what secret talk you planned
"With father. Come, my friend, be good,
"And tell me your affairs of state:
"Why you have stayed away and made me wait
"So long. Sit down beside me here, --
"And, do you know, it seemed a year
"Since we have talked together, -- why so late?"
Amazed, incredulous, confused with joy
I hardly dared to show,
And stammering like a boy,
I took the place she showed me at her side;
And then the talk flowed on with brimming tide
Through the still night,
While she with influence light
Controlled it, as the moon the flood.
She knew where I had been, what I had done,
What work was planned, and what begun;
My troubles, failures, fears she understood,
And touched them with a heart so kind,
That every care was melted from my mind,
And every hope grew bright,
And life seemed moving on to happy ends.
(Ah, what self-beggared fool was he
That said a woman cannot be
The very best of friends?)
Then there were memories of old times,
Recalled with many a gentle jest;
And at the last she brought the book of rhymes
We made together, trying to translate
The Songs of Heine (hers were always best).
"Now come," she said,
"To-night we will collaborate
"Again; I'll put you to the test.
"Here's one I never found the way to do, --
"The simplest are the hardest ones, you know, --
"I give this song to you."
And then she read:
Mein kind, wir waren Kinder,
Zei Kinder, jung und froh.
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But all the while a silent question stirred
Within me, though I dared not speak the word:
"Is it herself, and is she truly here,
"And was I dreaming when I heard
"That she was dead last year?
"Or was it true, and is she but a shade
"Who brings a fleeting joy to eye and ear,
"Cold though so kind, and will she gently fade
"When her sweet ghostly part is played
"And the light-curtain falls at dawn of day?"
But while my heart was troubled by this fear
So deeply that I could not speak it out,
Lest all my happiness should disappear,
I thought me of a cunning way
To hide the question and dissolve the doubt.
"Will you not give me now your hand,
"Dear Marguerite," I asked, "to touch and hold,
"That by this token I may understand
"You are the same true friend you were of old?"
She answered with a smile so bright and calm
It seemed as if I saw new stars arise
In the deep heaven of her eyes;
And smiling so, she laid her palm
In mine. Dear God, it was not cold
But warm with vital heat!
"You live!" I cried, "you live, dear Marguerite!"
Then I awoke; but strangely comforted,
Although I knew again that she was dead.
III
Yes, there's the dream! And was it sweet or sad?
Dear mistress of my waking and my sleep,
Present reward of all my heart's desire,
Watching with me beside the winter fire,
Interpret now this vision that I had.
But while you read the meaning, let me keep
The touch of you: for the Old Year with storm
Is passing through the midnight, and doth shake
The corners of the house, -- man oh! my heart would break
Unless both dreaming and awake
My hand could feel your hand was warm, warm, warm!
poem by Henry Van Dyke
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Love and Friend (Retouched)
In my gallery of heart
You as my subject of art
To ask people to ask them-self...
What colors they pick for their friend?
Common question plays on mind
If our choice, wrongly taken
Can the heart be mend again?
Observe the piece carefully
Good one naturally touch gently
Only can brush with sincerely hand
A Magic touch of soft blend
Whatever colors to be now
Like or not you will know
As your feeling flows
by someone call friend?
or love? friend, love
For hours they stuck,
Just confused in muse
Figuring an abstract their feeling reflects
Red real love bound on blue true love
Purple explain how love is not only for a lover
It designed to fit someone called friend
by my great love, My dear God
Love of a friend
purest like a blessing rain
when it fall to kiss dry and hot desert
grow and branching for a nice feeling
just like a plant greened on desert
eyes being comfort
calm never less
beautiful and blessed...
accept all without condition
A true friend
Speak deep in heart
Nothing with money
Sweeter than honey
Hate to hate
Love to love
When we need and we get feed
Love present everytime friends meet
Count your feeling, blessing
Color will fades
When you losing a true friend
The art will less it's intense
losing our eyes...blinding will
losing a taste of friendship..Miss the sweet
losing a sweet of memory...Loose the glory
we need a friend to see and you my eyes
Shall be blend our souls
For the ray of light invades
To be a masterpiece of art
We need to hold together
Avoid all seven colors fade
because you are my hidden sight
My heart swimming in our glade
So u could see how beautiful to make
Love is for you
For a friend
For someone like you
My lips, my tongue, my voice
verbally deliver a word
An art as a theme to thank
Live start and end with love
For always be my great friend
Grant you will never losing me
If you could hear me
My heartbeats repeatedly telling you
I could be your third eyes forever
Explain the images of art in life
So friend will keep you sight always clear
Friend or Love? it is the same?
My art is colorful blue
The art of heart is you
Framing you now
As my precious art subject
So keep it to be happy forever
Forever with you
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We forgotten how deep friendship can bring, It's a love
that we need to protect, to keep in rest of our life :)
This poem has second version==> bouquet of word......
Dedicated to all my friends for all cares and hearts for me
(Art of Heart)
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Old version
People say what is
friend?
what is love?
they always confused
because
love is not only for a lover
it also makes for a friend
and great love for God
love of friend
like...
a rain that
fall on dry and hot desert
then it grows into a nice feeling
just like a plant greened on desert
beautiful and blessed...
a true friend
nothing with money
sweeter than honey
hate to hate friend
love to love friend
because
losing a friend
mean
losing our eyes..
losing a taste of friendship
losing a sweet of memory
each of the ray of light invades
don't let the seven colors fade
so here
i just want to say
thanks for be my good friend
i promise u will have
me as your eyes forever
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Youve Got A Friend
(carole king)
Mmm, when youre down and troubled
And you need some love and care
And nothing, oh nothing, is going right
Just close your eyes and think of me
And soon I will be there
To brighten up even your darkest night
You just call out my name
And you know wherever I am
Ill come running (oh yeah), to see you again, oh, oh
Winter, spring, summer or fall
All you have to do is call
And Ill be there
Youve got a friend
Youve got a friend
If the sky up above you
Grows dark and full of clouds
And that old cold, north wind begins to blow, oh, oh, oh
Just keep your head together
And call my name out loud
Soon, youll hear me knocking at your door, ooh, hoo
You just call out my name
And you know wherever I am
Ill come run, run, run, run, running to see you again, oh, oh
Winter, spring, summer or fall, yeah
Said all you have to do is call
And Ill be there
Oh, aint it good to know that
Youve got a friend?
When people can be so cold
Theyll hurt you, yes, and desert you
And take your soul if you let them
Oh, but dont you let them, ha
You just call out my name
And you know wherever I am
Ill come running, running, run, running to see you again, ooh, hoo
Winter, spring, summer or fall
All you have to do is call
And Ill be there
Youve got a friend, oh, baby
Youve got a friend, oh, oh, baby
Youve got a friend, ooh, honey
You got, you got a friend, ooh, hoo
Youve got a friend
I said, youve got a friend
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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Melting Melodious Moment Of The Past
The sun so bright, the feel of golden sands with me.
My ageing eyes, towering buildings sand dunes I see
I view the desert as memories slip into days gone by,
Feelings deeply stirred, of my ‘WM Saleems’ I heavily sigh.
The sandy grains murmur a beauty, all my family holds,
Smell the air of desert breath, precious thoughts unfold.
Runs through gently on the playground of a withering mind
Decades, distance between oceans seems naught, I find
Strength blossoms as beautiful as the radiant flowers
With beauty liberty dignity and grace with dawning hours
Days of childhood, fun laughter treasured, deep seated
Voices sweet masterly the divine words kindly repeated
Memories of parents aunties uncles cousins once more.
Keeps rushing back like the foamy waves to the sea shore,
A family, the purest diamonds that sparkle bright
Moving along life's journey with the wondrous light
Days with starry skies, with smashing sweetest smile
Garlanding with fragrance for a lavish life style.
WM Saleem family of season and reasons of all times
United we stand despite the knolls of the chimes.
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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WM Saleem Clan....Memories Special
The sun so bright, the feel of golden sands with me.
My ageing eyes, towering buildings sand dunes I see
I view the desert as memories slip into days gone by,
Feelings deeply stirred, of my ‘WM Saleems’ I heavily sigh.
The sandy grains murmur a beauty, all my family holds,
Smell the air of desert breath, precious thoughts unfold.
Runs through gently on the playground of a withering mind
Decades, distance between oceans seems naught, I find
Strength blossoms as beautiful as the radiant flowers
With beauty liberty dignity and grace with dawning hours
Days of childhood, fun laughter treasured, deep seated
Voices sweet masterly the divine words kindly repeated
Memories of parents aunties uncles cousins once more.
Keeps rushing back like the foamy waves to the sea shore,
A family, the purest diamonds that sparkle bright
Moving along life's journey with the wondrous light
Days with starry skies, with smashing sweetest smile
Garlanding with fragrance for a lavish life style.
WM Saleem family of season and reasons of all times
United we stand despite the knolls of the chimes.
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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An Answer
If all the year was summer-time,
And all the aim of life
Was just to lilt on like a rhyme –
Then I would be your wife.
If all the days were August days,
And crowned with golden weather,
How happy then through green-clad ways
We two could stray together!
If all the nights were moonlit nights,
And we had naught to do
But just to sit and plan delights,
Then I would be with you.
If life was all a summer fete,
Its soberest pace the “glide, ”
Then I would choose you for my mate,
And keep you at my side.
But winter makes full half the year,
And labour half of life,
And all the laughter and good cheer
Gives place to wearing strife.
Days will grow cold, and moons wax old,
And then a heart that’s true
Is better far than grace or gold –
And so, my love, adieu!
I cannot wed with you.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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