The Earthquake Of Time
I believe
the Lines of fate
vary from hand to hand
each a different destiny
But Why is it
The poor seems
always the great loser
with the earthquake of time
Could it be the lines of fate...?
For the hands of poor
have seen hard work
and the lines worn
till only dashes remain.
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Po em In Pashto By: Afzal Shauq
Translated in English By: Alley Boling
Book: 'TWIST OF FATES' Poem No.42/Page.72
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My Peace Willing Soul
Not the hearts of
human beings only
but the hearts of
animal kinds
and flying birds too
Even then
if the heart of
a tiny ant is hurt
by someone intentionally
my peace willing soul
cries with tears
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Poem By: Afzal Shauq
Edited by: Katherine MacDonald
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY AFZAL! ! By: Shana Wirtz
Today is Afzal's birthday,
May he celebrate
And cheer!
May we all celebrate
That, our dear Afzal,
Has made it with us
Through another year.
Happy Birthday Afzal!
Hope you have the time of your life
Hope you are in good health,
Happy, and oh so rife,
With peace and joy
And smiling company!
Happy Birthday Afzal,
from your universal family!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
© Shana Wirtz
(poem for Afzal Shauq on his birthday)
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY BEST FRIEND: Stephanie Philbeck
happy happy happy
happy birthday
i say these words
with a lot of sincerity
i wish you the best
the best and happiestbirthday
you've ever had
you're now eightteen
now you're allowed to beset free to do watever you
would like
you're allowed to make your own descisions
without your parents approval
happy birthday
dear afzal shauq
© Stephanie Philbeck
(Poem for My Best Friend Afzal Shauq on his birthday)
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Peace Power
PEACE POWER: By Afzal Shauq
'Instead of
criticizing my love feelings
to the cause of peace
Isn’t it better
to open the hearts of those
who
being the children of
Eve and Adam
proudly consider me
as their own universal family member
and respect my words
omitted for them
from the core of my heart'
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Peace Power
Here is a poem that I standardized at the request of my friend and fellow writer Afzal Shauq. Below my poem, are his powerful words :)
PEACE POWER: By Katherine MacDonald
I heed critisism from my fellow man,
that you cannot be a man of peace.
For mankind has faltered too heavily,
and we are born with killer instincts.
But I, a child of Eve and Adam,
have devoted my life
to what answers we seek.
Instead of critizing, embrace the answer,
that there is hope from a man of peace.
Because inside is a faith so strong,
that honestly believes in a healthy future.
From the core of my heart,
I've emitted all of my strengths,
in hopes we will find an answer.
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Poem by: Afzal Shauq
Standardized by: Katherine MacDonald
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A LITTLE PRINCESS--BRESHNA KAHN (Sweet tiny daughter of Afzal Shauq) /Heather Wilkins
Having a new friend in our
land,
To her, we extend our hand.
My family, is waiting, to see
you there
To place a flower, in your
hair..
Your house, number one, in
the row,
Surrounded by lots of mistletoe.
Decorated with candy kisses,
For a special little misses.
You'll meet Snow White,
Tinker Bell too,
They'll come out, and play,
with you.
You can join our fairy clan
Play in our family band.
Dance around our fairy ring,
Enjoy yourself, laugh and
sing.
Yarrow, will help you too,
Make sure your dreams
come true.
So welcome to our fairy
land,
Little Princess, from far
away land..
TO
SWEET DAUGHTER OF AFZAL SHAUQ
© Heather Burns
Note of thanks of Afzal Shauq to Heather wilkins
______________________________________ ___________
Thanks dear heather for your love tribute to my litle Tiny daughter Hadeel Breshna afzal Khan (Sakani Hadeel) ... afzal shauq
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DEDICATION PEACE WISHER POET AFZAL SHAUQ /Heather Wilkins
The peace wisher poet, AFZAL SHAUQ,
is on a mission,
Promoting peace and good-will to all
men.
He has dedicated his life's work to
helping the poor and needy.
Looking at all creation as equals.
The Peace Wisher Poet, is releasing
his new book of poetry, about peace,
and love for all humanity.
He begs all world leaders come to
the table,
Drink from the same cup, taste the
same wine.
Tear down these walls that seperate
us, and heal our nations
Start preparing the world for a better
tomorrow.
Where we can stand shoulder to
shoulder,
In peace and harmony.
If you hear a voice crying in the night,
It will be The Peace Wisher Poet,
AFZAL SHAUQ
Calling for peace on earth good-will
to all men.
HEATHER WILKINS
© Heather Burns
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SAINT VALENTINE.. (Shana Wirtz wrote for me)
What a role reversal!
See what Peace can do?
What the hell is war
Going to ever accomplish or do?
Love is the only answer.
Love is the only choice.
Whether you believe in it or not.
Is your own voice.
Love is universal.
Love is understanding,
in so many unexplainable
or unconventional ways.
Love is forgiving,
Love is faith.
To those incapable of love,
It is a tragedy, a travesty!
For those who can't love.
Those in love
can't explain it either...
Love is so unimaginable
Love is forever
Love can be stubborn
But love is also the glue.
The pure stitchery
of Humanity.
Oceans of Love
Love runs deep and strong
Unbreakable.
In my Sea of Love,
St. Valentine,
Deliverer of Love.
Oh, Valentine
Died for Love.
© Shana Wirtz
SHANA WIRTZ's DEDICATION NOTE OF POEM...
This poem is dedicated to my dear friend, colleague, and fellow Poet, Afzal Shauq. He has done so much for my writing, I can never repay his generosity, kindness, support, and understanding. Afzal is refreshing. He is so unlike the selfish Americans in my country. Afzal is a Humanitian, he is an outstretched limb to a world. He voices hope, and encouragement. Afzal makes this world a better place. Happy Valentine's Day, Afzal. I hope you have a wonderful day. Sincerely, Shana Valentine
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Whenever You Hug Me...
Destructive memories...
Endless are these
attempts to stop
this fire of lust...
I doomed to lust
the fire burns
heart's extreme
Meeting again
your soft hug
stokes the fire
Thoughts of your name
the fires fuel
consumes me.
poem by Afzal Shauq from Twist of Fates, translated by Alley Boling
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LOVE IS A FOUNTAIN'....inspired by Afzal Shauq's Poem 'BEGGING HEART' / Jessica R
Love is when
you keep coming back
to the overflowing fountain
of your lover because,
no matter how much
you come to him,
your thirst cannot
be quenched and
you constantly want
him more and more.
It is not to fulfill
your lustful needs;
that is not love.
This is why you
must keep the
water pure until
the well of commitment
has spilled over
into marriage.
When sex contaminates
the fresh spring,
the flow will forever
be tainted.
The stream will continue
but will never satisfy
like it would if you
took only small sips now
and waited to drink of his body
until the time is right.
However, you must
keep the sips limited
to moist kisses
because if you don’t,
they may lead
to hearty gulps
that can drown
your honorable intentions.
********
© Jessica R.
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COMMENTS OF JESSICA R
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Inspired by: Afzal Shauq’s “Begging Heart” My beliefs are that sex and anything more than kissing should be avoided at all costs until marriage because sex complicates relationships and almost always leads to heartbreak.
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What Do You Seek?
What do you seek
In between lines of hand?
What do you seek
In these trifles?
Why do you entangle yourself?
He who is destined to meet,
Begins to walk on the path of life,
With out beholding lines of fate;
And then never departs.
He that is not in the fate,
We never obtain,
And never goes along.
What do you seek
In between lines of hands?
By Fakhira Batool Translated By Muhammad Shanazar
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Hidden Sun
In dreams...
eyes Willing
to look upon
the green tattoo
The sun on thy head.
I have named you
with blind faith
my hearts desire.
This sun I seek
Remains hidden
by night's black hair.
Unfortunate my journey...
Unending dream
Waiting
longing...
Just a single gust of wind
come blow thy blacken hair
and show the sun...
Now comes the true sun
and my eyes are open...
And that I greatly desired
One look upon that sun
will be forever hidden
in the clouds of my dreams.
poem by Afzal Shauq from Twist of Fates, translated by Alley Boling
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Time Lines
i have said nothing for time wont allow me.
time lines... time lines... time lines, what i felt for you has turned to confusion.
as time lines up our times together worry overshadows my 'influenced' judgement.
time lines..
our future perfectly sealed for i filled my heart with your promises.
time outlined your feelings for me..
times we spent together seem so far away like the times of the early bud.
our love has lost its will to florish like juliets rose.
time has outlined my affection for you.
time lines.. time lines..
the memories we once cherished together, the lines that have been put between us by time have destroyed the love once shared by you and me.
time has been thought to mend broken hearts ALAS, it has made matters worse.
time lines me and you. time lined our fate through spectatr critiques.
we possess souls joint together by time, YET its time that divides us.
time took its tole on our love.
is this forbidden love? that time has outlined
time lines my emotions of love for you..
time lines my emtions.
time lines.... time lines
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Diana - The Spiritual Art Sculpture
Every fragment of your Sculpture
Breathes light, life and love all over me
When a nights silence is left unbroken
Lo and behold! A beautiful morning is awoken
O! Why? O! Why?
O! I don't know why
I write these words for thee
In those eyes, I see a part of me
An assembled reality of immortality
An unadulterated moment of purity
That intense symbolic sign of spirituality
Yet in reality, your life lay in the hands of destiny
Every inch of you bears character
A friend, lover, mother and daughter
Your sculpture occupies more than matter
Beautiful are your smiling eyes
Beautiful are your lips
Both deserve a kiss of everlasting peace
I speak for all as the years pass by
Our love for you only increases
Sorrows for you appear not to decrease
By chance one day we shall all try!
And grant your soul rest in one peace
Poem by Sylvia Chidi(Copyright) - 29/12/2007
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Deux Parallele
Two parallel lines, two parallel lines
why can't they intertwine?
Osculating endlessly in an oblivious dream
Protracting incessantly, continuing as they seem
Arduoulsy crisscrossing, but they try not
Restless, unfortunate and strange-they intersect-a lot
Abhorrent, one line was assentient
Lines that shouldn't have met-but with Fate's consent
Languishing now, they converge-supposedly inexorable
Envisaging an unbounded union, then one line fumbles
Lines- these two lines now distorted and twisted
Lonely and longing, their common point, now ill-fated
Inelastic, these two lines- concurrent and disentangled
Nevermore will these two lines meet and form the Angle
Excogitating now, these two lines, victims of fate
Saved...these two lines be, once parallel, intersecting, can only wait
poem by Pete Zaesar Galula
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When You Read This
when you read this
poem, i am letting you know
that i still care,
when you continue reading on
the next line
you are letting me know
what i still know
that you still care for me too
and then you are angry
about how presumptuous can i be
and so i make another line
and another line and if you continue reading
more of these lines
in this poem
you are letting me know
that you are still angry about
my untimely departure
that moment when love was
still strong
when desire was at its peak
and then you think things over
how you have been
unwittingly betrayed by my words
and you keep on
reflecting if these lines still
say the same
meanings and i keep on writing
more lines
hoping that you will understand
what i have not said
because i cannot say them
because my self
cannot lie by saying them to
you because i do not wish to
hurt you because i still
love you and then i write lines
that ask
if you still love me but then
i must put an end to all
these useless writing
time has spoken
as the lines of fate and
destiny still have it
we were never meant for
each other
the love is there
the bodies still alive
our hands never reach
till then
perhaps in the next life
at the right moment
perhaps when
our parallel lives meet
at some point
of convergence
and as you read let me put
the last line: goodbye
May God make us
meet and love again.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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There Have Been Many Opening Lines Tonight
THERE HAVE BEEN MANY OPENING LINES TONIGHT
There have been many opening lines tonight
But none has been followed by a convincing poem -
Why is this evening one of trying and failing?
Why can't I at least write one small poem
That seems to me worthwhile?
I am doing better now-
There is a stanza,
And perhaps these lines will be a stanza too.
I have two small awkward stanzas
When I finish this one
I will try to feel I have a poem.
Nothing I do tonight is good enough
Is it better to have a poor poem
Or none at all?
I answer by posting these lines.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Poem I Am Writing Now
The poem I am writing now
does not know if it will be finished
it does not even know if it will be a poem -
it is slowly appearing line by line
and making its own meaning on the page-
Is it worth anything?
will anyone care?
I don't know -
The poem I am writing now
is just these lines
and these lines like all lines
are only small words
in a vast universe
that has long lived
and will probably longer live
without them.
Why then write these words now?
The poem I am writing now is saying,
'I am here now'.
But why should this mean anything to anyone else?
The poem I have written here
is not the poem I would have posted here
It is only the poem I am finishing now
a poem without great love or belief in itself.
The poem I am writing now
is written.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Destiny
Flirt with me today
and you may lust for my tomorrows.
Seek the fate I have in store for you
And you may have not time for borrow.
Destiny has it written
Written down in every page well.
It is the fate we all must spend in life
Destiny has you under its destined spell.
Some may make it to the top
Then some not even to take a step.
But whatever you think you all deserve
It is but destiny in this life you'll get!
Some may seem to die before their time
Then others you wonder why they've not?
You see that is just their destiny
And it is all of what they'd got.
Some rich, some poor as church mice
Then others never seem to have to work at all!
It all lie within their destiny you see
It lie within each destiny that was called.
poem by Linda Winchell
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From A Poet To A Poem
From a poet to a poem
These hands performed artistic ink work
So delicate and flexible like a plastic fork
From a poet to a poem
These hands deciphers my mistress inner beauty
And her magical physical appearance
With these hands her intellect was portrayed
While the tears of ink resembles
The gentle flow of her tender, love and care
From a poet to a poem
Through the work of my hand,
The notion of love from the top of my head
Is wandering amid the lines of my page
From a poet to a poem
A heart to a page,
From emotional to physical
Hands made it possible
And now she knows
That through these hands I'll continue to love,
Care, speak and embrace her
poem by Leonard Webber
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As We Approach Life
As we approach life, and view the
big picture. We are all one
humanity from ADAMS RIB.First EVE
from ADAM, then we from Eve. We
all live under God's huge umbrella
of protection.
Can we each comprehend, we cannot
help where our parents lived when
we were born. We are many cultures,
races, creeds, and color. Yet we
all began with Adam.
Is there any difference in us? Not
much. We all live in this universe,
love, hate, smile, cry. We are just
humans trying to make the best out
of life we can. WITH PEACE as our
agenda we each can help to make
better enviroment for everyone.
If the citizens of this world would
come togetherin peace and harmony we
could make a huge difference. Approach
our fellow man with a smile and hand-
shake, instead of a frown and the firing
of guns.
Come together, sit and listen, and
really listen to each problem as a
family unit, work to solve them one
by one. Have compassion for our neighbors
in unity.with God's help have a peaceful
co-existence.
(a friendly smile is the best weapon to
fight a war with) AFZAL SHAUQ
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