why wait tomorrow, when you can embrace her today,
why wait tomorrow, when you can love her today,
why wait tomorrow, when you can give her today,
why wait tomorrow, when tomorrow might take her away.
why wait tomorrow
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Monthly Archives: September 2012
It’s ok, Mama
‘I held your then little hand and tried to lead, but I kept losing the way.’
‘It’s ok, Mama. You really were too young to know.’
‘And you know, I really thought I was doing what was best.’
‘I know, Mama. And you were doing your best.’
‘But you came out fine.’
‘Fine like you, Mama.’
The poetess and the paintbrush
Under the silver moon half eaten by the darkness,
a cup of warm tea in her hand, and a paintbrush in the other, a white canvas awaits
her back to pen and paper
tears fall down her cheeks.
just a little dream to dream
just a little dream to dream.
like the little boy does, with his little toy boat, in the little bathroom sink, making little water splashes, among little rubber fishes, under the soft ceiling light.
just a little dream to dream.
we can sail weekend boats, and cruise blue waters, trail white sea foam, pass silver fishes swimming, and soak the golden sun above.
with just a little dream to dream.
Black Diamonds
Not all diamonds are white, some are black and beautiful.
slipping sands
Each day, new grains of time are poured into your hands. It is your choice whether you carefully bottle them in a sand clock or carelessly leave them in the palms of your hands and have many slip through your fingers while the rest get stolen by the breeze.
Sing
Sing. Truly. Freely. Passionately . You’re born to sing.
So make your footstep your beat. your handclap your rhythm. your words your lyrics.
And keep singing.
Your very own song.
Dance
Dance. Naturally. Unapologetically. Rightfully. You’re born to dance.
To the beat of your heart. To the pulse in your veins. Whichever you wish.
In the darkness of the night. Or the brightness of the day. Whenever you wish.
Just keep dancing.
Your very own dance.
a sweet dream
When sleep falls heavy on your eyes,
Surrender your soul to its blissful unconsciousness,
And let a sweet dream be yours.
Silver Quill Blogger Award
I thank my lovely fellow blogger and poet, Rola Saady of ورقة وقلم http://rolasaady.wordpress.com/ for nominating me for the Silver Quill Blogger Award.
The rules for this award, if you choose to accept, are to paste the logo of this award on the top of your post. Thank the person who nominated you. Answer the questions below. Nominate five or more people, list them and let them know that they have been nominated.
The five people whom I would like to nominate for this award are:
1- Cristian Mihai http://cristianmihai.net/ for making me aware
2- Coco J. Ginger http://courtingmadness.wordpress.com/ for making me feel
3- J. D. Gallagher http://jdgallagher.wordpress.com/ for making me laugh (out loud)
4- Kenneth Rellum http://gladiuspoeticus.wordpress.com/ for making me respect
5- Sue Healy http://suehealy.org/ for making me learn
The Questions:
1- Do you prefer rhyming or non-rhyming poetry?
No preference. As long as the words are beautifully strung together.
2- What’s your favorite Shakespeare Play?
Romeo and Juliet, and all its reincarnations.
3- Who is your favourite author?
George Orwell. Animal Farm was my favorite novel, until I read 1984.
4- Name three people who you greatly admire.
Ingvar Kamprad, founder of IKEA, for revolutionizing the world of furniture and design, while still flying economy.
Queen Elizabeth, Queen of England, for standing up for Brand UK.
Nigella Lawson, food writer and cooking show host, for making the world watch in awe as she butters bread. (Her eloquence is to blame.)
5- What’s your favourite album ever?
Alanis Morissette’s Jagged Little Pill, (every single song on that album is a favorite)
6- Which primary color do you most dislike?
Yellow, it’s just too yellow for me.
7- Name a song or a poem that makes you feel emotional.
Stevie Smith’s poem ‘Not Waving but Drowning’, leaves a heaviness in my heart, even when thinking of it.
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