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A Night Walk
I look up at the stars at night,
It's quiet and so dark.
There's one that shines so very bright,
I wander to the park.
A bright and beautiful shooting star,
A cluster of twinkling lights.
I wonder if I could travel so far,
Or climb such great heights.
For I do want to see them all,
To marvel in their beauty.
Vast expanses I feel so small,
Milky Way like the blue se...
Tuesday 14th November 2023 12:32 am
A dramatic monologue from a Submarine Captain
I'm in this long metal tube, alone in the deep.
Searching for something, but I can't really see.
I hear a noise, it sounds like a scream.
I gaze out the window, a Siren I spot.
She points to the hatch, I know that I shouldn't.
But her song is so beautiful, she entrances me.
I reach for the latch, I'm twisting the bar.
Shes nodding her head, she's captivating me.
I can't sto...
Sunday 12th November 2023 6:28 pm
Hello
Twice she looked, and smiled
I said: "Hello"... She replied
Before she leaves, I said: “see you”
She became blushed as the bride
Again, we met after a minute
I heard her lovely sighs
I said: "you are....", she said: right”
Shaking hands by sight
Purely, she asked to know
Are you Farag, Are you poet
I said true. But again we met
To inspire me to write
Tuesday 9th April 2019 12:17 pm
Right to write
The world so soaked in gory blood and violence...
Dormant lies the virtues of love and benevolence..
Cacophony of deafening debates and discussions..
Have choked and silenced our inner expressions..
There is an inner voice which impregnates the apodectic soul to have the right to write what truly is our creation
About tales of our simple lives, crafting joys, trials and tribulations......
Tuesday 12th March 2019 9:45 am
Modesty
relax,
now start breathing,
everything around is around for the same reason.
Catastrophe, catastrophe its all the same feeling
i'm too old to move on, i'm too old to keep dreaming.
When to move on is to grow and to grow is not leaving,
in a promise land we grow, and speak of the same reason
we speak of heaven and hell like they're not the same demon.
Well to move...
Monday 15th May 2017 3:45 am
So Why do I Write
So why do I write?
I am not a poet,
but I write a
lot of poetry.
So why do I write?
I write to
show my
point of view.
So why do I write?
Sometimes it's to
feel like I have
a small amount
of control.
So why do I write?
I write what
I feel.
...
Friday 24th May 2013 5:51 pm
the Bright Side to Each Other's Moon
12/1/12
Ripples in the water. Forever bouncing. The transformation from Sea to Land. The water. a Constant Surge. Pulsating Tides. those Building Blocks. Keeping a foundation grounded. The inspiration behind the pen.
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Are we all just words in a pictionary born again to have meaning? My reality appears vastly d...
Monday 25th March 2013 5:06 am
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