a humble poet
Busy old fool, unruly Sun: Why dost thou thus Through windows and through curtains call on us? Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run?
By Shahid Ali3 years ago in Poets
As it fell upon a day, In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade, Which a grove of myrtles made, Beasts did leap and birds did sing,
YOU can keep your antique silver and your statuettes of bronze, Your curios and tapestries so fine, But of all your treasures rare there is nothing to compare
Football is my favorite game I love to watch them play - Those tightly muscled butts and legs On an awesome autumn day;
Mooni had a heart, She really did, But listening to those kids Made her hate herself, And everything else, Until consumed with rage
After stepping into the field there is no way out even before you start the game you hear the fans shout The players then sings their anthem
Birds have no consciousness of doom: Yon thrush that serenades me daily From scented snow of hawthorn bloom Would not trill out his glee so gaily,
I take the snap from the center, fake to the right, fade back... I've got protection. I've got a receiver open downfield...
Every one has an angel Who watches from above To make them feel safe And always feel loved But my angel is different
I was thinking in a dark room The room was dark And my thoughts were dark too The light was off in the hall The light was off in my brain too
In a dark time, the eye begins to see, I meet my shadow in the deepening shade; I hear my echo in the echoing wood-- A lord of nature weeping to a tree.
Friendship is to trust Friendship is having the kindness to help Friendship is giving to others without thinking Friendship is being there when someone need you