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Soft breeze
Cooled water
The sip of citrus
A friend’s roaring laughter
The click of the joystick beneath my thumb
As the sunsets
A game night
Poem 4 – Hour 4 – Aymen Zaheer
My late grandma
My lovely grandma, where are you?
Where you hide, your wrinkled face
Hovering here and there, looking for you
Scratching my wounds, couldn’t find trace
Any memory, love, and affiliation
I have nothing along with all facilitation
I still recalled the days of my childhood
When you took me to garden, and remained stood
I really miss you, my source of inspiration
Without you, my heart is throbbing with no sensation
My Worldview
Universality and emotionalize, we are all one entity. Immortalize through written word or songs that we play on over and over again just to hear it more. It is said that greet Death as an old friend but when are we going to see another person as another friend and not just a man and look within to see that we can learn from each other and we can all yearn to be wise men (humankind)
Hour 6: “With You (2020)” – Prompted, H.J ©️
Hour 6: Inspired by the Prompt.
©️ H.J / 2020 – “With You”.
With you,
I am complete;
A day with you,
Soothes my heartbeat.
With you,
alone in retreat,
Chaos is lost –
Replaced with whispers so sweet.
Here in the stillness,
I find you,
We meet;
As twin souls –
Wholesome and complete,
Adding joyous highs,
so sweet!
In melodic laugher,
we close a chaper
of this day.
Sharing time with you,
is always my favourite form
of play.
Defiance
Defiance: a daring and bold resistance
Your hair defies gravity
Climbing toward the sky
Yearning to meet the clouds
From whence you came
Your skin defies the rays of the sun
Absorbing its light
Warm golds
Deep blues
Rich browns
Containing stardust
Your smile defies the system
That was built to uphold a standard
That oppressed your soul
Stomping you into the core of the earth
And yet you find joy
In a dance
And in a song
Your softness defies all belief
Fighting against the stereotypes
Of strength that withstands all abuse
Of being undeserving of love and tenderness
You defy all these lies
There’s beauty in your defiance
Never forget that
5. SUICIDE IS NO OPTION
This month Bollywood was rocked:
an actor had died.
It is alleged that he,
committed suicide.
What draws a person, to take the life of his own?
Is depression, so strong that it will pull you down?
Sinking and sinking in its murky dark depth,
suffocating you, eventually asphyxiating your breath.
When depression, slithers its cold tentacles, is suicide the only choice?
Can no one reach out to you, with a sound reasonable voice?
The terror and trauma of the final moment,
when life ebbs away, in death indecent.
The horror and pain of the loved ones left behind,
when the lifeless body, discovered and find.
The guilt, as they come to terms for realising that they could do something,
that could prevent you from this act, committing.
Seek help, if you are in depression,
because suicide is definitely not an option.
An Epistolary Poem
Dear Jimmy,
I’m sitting here on my deck, drinking a beer, and thought I’d scribble you a note.
I know you’re on that never-ending fishing trip with the Lord, but I just wanted you
to know that you’re not missing out on much down here right now. I don’t know if
the Lord told you, but the worlds had an outbreak called Covid-19, and it’s created a
planet-wide pandemic. I may be joining you in the near future, so don’t catch all the
fish! Don’t worry too hard, all I and the rest of humanity have to do is sit on our asses
and read books, write poetry, or watch Netflix. Oh, and eat and drink! Heck, this has
nothing on the “Freshman Forty” when we were in college. Officially what we’re doing
is called “Social Distancing.” This is just a fancy term for maintaining six feet of
separation at all times. It’s pretty easy for me to do sitting on my deck relaxing next
to the dog! Don’t think of me as a hero. I’m just doing my part to save the world one
poem at a time. Now, if someone has to go out, people are wearing masks and latex
gloves. Also, hand washing has become the new craze and may soon become an
Olympic sport. People are worrying that there will be economic collapse but have no
fear. Lowe’s and Home Depot are packed every day because home remodeling is
running rampant. Well, that’s about it. Mom and I still miss you and think of you every
day. Now, go land a lunker for me!
Love,
Johnny
joy
hot coffee, sweet
soft sheets, warm,
his arms, a voice,
kiss, coffee, paper rustling
sun, rain drumming on tin
silence
Hour 6: Timeless
Time is a master that never stops to rest,
But days we hide from him are the best.
Timeless
Warmth
Laughter
Your hand in mine, our hearts best as one.
Chasing no clock, the race? We’ve won.
Timeless
warmth
Laughter
We settle in for a night of connection,
Soak it up before Time comes for his collection.
#6 A Perfect Day
Waking up under red curls, hot breath and thrown, tiny bodies.
Little rag dolls.
The fur of dogs rising and falling over my pillows.
Joshua Tree Breakfast Bliss coffee.
Chocolate for breakfast.
Bob Dylan.
Mountains, rivers, farms or beaches.
Squealing innocence.
Empty roads.
Air the temperature of warm bath water.
Cryptic messages left behind by dead poets.
A phone call from an old friend.
Dancing.
Princesses battling with sticks in torn dresses.
Smiling pit bulls.
A shot of Bullet.
Thai food.
Desert rain storms.
Maybe I fall in love again.
#prompt6
Hour 6, Prompt 6