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Poet: Muhammad Nasrullah Khan
Calgary, Canada,
nasar_peace@yahoo.com
Preface:
Welcome to this poetry book where emotions run wild and free. Here, poem dances and
sometimes cries, reflecting the myriad experiences of life. The poems in this book are a
reflection of the diverse colors that life offers, capturing both its joys and its sorrows.
As you turn the pages of this book, you will be introduced to a range of characters and
creatures, all with their unique stories to tell. From the beauty of nature to the complexities
of human relationships, these poems explore the depths of our existence.
You will find hate and love intertwined in these pages, as the poems delve into the
complexities of human emotions. But amidst the struggles and hardships that life can bring,
these poems also offer a glimmer of hope and resilience.
So take a deep breath and let the words on these pages transport you to different worlds
and experiences. Allow yourself to be moved by the raw and honest emotions that these
poems offer. This is a book that celebrates life in all its colors and nuances.

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A Bird Came To Me
A Poem
After a long and freezing winter,
A bird came to my window singing.
Its sweet melody woke me up, saying,
“See life is beautiful, there is always a spring after autumn.”
I woke up to its sweet serenade,
And heard its message loud and clear.
“See,” it sang, “there’s a new day,
A spring after every autumn year.”
In its melody, I found solace,
And a moment of respite from the world.
The bird reminded me to embrace
The simple joys that life unfurled.
I do not know if it was you, my love,
Or God Himself, who brought this bird my way.
Or perhaps my father, who walks above,
Whispering hope to me each day.
But what I do know, is that it was a holy soul,
That came to rescue me from my despair.

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And in that moment, I felt whole,
Breathing in the fresh, fragrant air.
Oh, how wondrous it is to witness
Nature’s marvels in their element.
The bird’s song, a simple bliss,
A reminder of life’s true sentiment.
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Old Maple Trees
A poem
Snowflakes fall, free and wild,
In an erratic dance, they swirl and pile.
On the ground, they settle down,
Turning everything white, all around.
The old maple trees, with brown leaves so dry,
Clutch onto their branches, refusing to die.
They shiver in the frosty breeze,
Holding onto life, as winter freezes.
They cling to the branches with stubbornness,
As if defying the cold and the merciless wind.
What force, what conviction, drives them to hold on?
Is it the memory of the warmth of the sun?
What holds them, to their roots so tight?
What do they believe, with all their might?
Perhaps it’s love, or maybe just instinct
To hold on tight, until the snow is extinct.
Or is it simply the stubborn will to survive,
To endure through the harshness of winter’s trial,

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To bear witness to the changing of seasons,
To be reborn once more in the coming of spring?
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Oh, Mortal Life
A Poem
Oh mortal life, what mystery you hold,
What twists and turns your path unfolds,
Each step we take, a new journey begun,
And all the while, we are but dust in the sun.
The clock ticks on, as we chase after time,
Ignoring the moments, that make life sublime.
Our bodies ache, as we push ourselves harder,
Forgetting that life’s beauty, lies in its ardor.
Oh destiny, how fickle you are,
A puppet master, controlling from afar,
You pull the strings, we dance and sway,
Yet never quite sure of where we’ll lay.
Oh cruel fate, you strike without warning,
Leaving us broken, shattered, and mourning,
Our hearts laid bare, our souls undone,
And all we’re left with is an endless run.
Oh God, we are but mere shadows,
Lost in a fog, on a crooked road that narrows.

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Upward we climb, with uncertainty,
Our future unknown, our fate a mystery.
We become machines, with no heart or soul,
Living our lives, on a never-ending role.
An absurd run, that takes us nowhere,
Leaving us empty, with nothing to spare.
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When I Waved at You
A Love Poem
Love, when I waved at you and said Goodbye,
I felt a part of me just wanted to cry,
But I knew that I had to let you go,
Even though it hurt me more than you know.
Our time together was brief but sweet,
And in my heart, those memories I’ll keep,
Of laughter, love, and all that we shared,
Moments that showed how much we cared.
Now as I stand here and watch you leave,
I can’t help but wonder and grieve,
If things were different, would you stay,
Or would you still have to go away?
But I know that life has its own plans,
And sometimes it takes us to far-off lands,
So I’ll hold on to the love we had,
And cherish the memories that make me glad.
So as you go and start anew,
Know that my love will always be true,

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And if fate allows us to meet again,
I’ll be waiting with open arms, my friend.
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She is a Poem of Eliot
Every night at a pub,
I see her, the girl with the blond hair
and blue eyes, a beauty to behold.
Her gaze draws me in,
and I can’t help but steal glances.
If you ask me what are the eyes
They were the first eyes I ever saw
I can see the heavens in them,
a glimpse of something beyond this world.
She drinks and she dances,
laughing with friends and shouting out loud,
“I don’t miss you!” she proclaims.
She seems so happy, so carefree.
But as the night wears on,
and the pub closes its doors,
I find her sitting alone,
tears streaming down her face.
I ask her why she’s sad,
but she only sobs, “I don’t know, I don’t know”.
And I wonder what demons haunt her

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when the lights go out, and the night grows cold.
For every night at a pub,
I see her, the girl with the beautiful eyes,
and I know that she’s more than just
the drinks and the dance, the shouts and the tears.
She’s a mystery, a wonder,
and I’m drawn to her like a moth to a flame.
She works in a post office, a place of mundane tasks,
Sorting letters, delivering mail, a routine she fulfills.
But there’s a spark in her eyes, a light that shines bright,
A warmth in her smile, that touches all who she meets.
I visit her sometimes, to catch up on night life’s tales,
Sharing stories of the night’s mysterious veil.
She laughs and says “Really?”,
Her laughter like music, an enchanting score.
In the evening, I see her by the beach, jogging with grace,
A silhouette against the sunset’s golden rays.
Her feet pound the sand, a rhythm of her heart,
A warrior from the start.
And as the sun dips below the horizon, she appears again,
A fairy fish, dancing away into the depths of the pub.
The day is done, and the night comes calling,
I see her smile, her laughter, her light never falling.
And then the dark midnight.

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She is a poem of Eliot, elusive and enigmatic,
A masterpiece of words, waiting to be read.
Her lines are like puzzles, waiting to be solved,
A labyrinth of meanings, waiting to be led.
Each time I read her, a new layer unfolds,
A deeper understanding, waiting to be found.
Her words are like whispers, hiding in the silence,
A treasure trove of secrets, waiting to be unbound.
Between the lines, lies a world of emotion,
A symphony of thoughts, waiting to be heard.
Her phrases are like brushstrokes, painting a picture,
A canvas of imagery, waiting to be observed.
She speaks of love, in vague and abstract terms,
A promise of hope, waiting to be fulfilled.
Her commas and pauses, hint at deeper meanings,
A revelation of truth, waiting to be revealed.
So, I read her again, and then once more,
Each time, a new discovery, waiting to be found.
For she is a poem, a work of art,
A masterpiece of words, waiting to astound.
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Spring in Canada
As the snow melts away,
And the Earth awakens from slumber,
It desires to dress itself in flowers,
In colors, in fragrances of summer.
The Earth comes alive, bursting with colors,
Green, blue, pink, and yellow,
A symphony of life, hope, renewal,
A time to embrace, to let go of sorrow.
Red Bud yawns and stretches,
Her arms reaching up high,
Amidst the blooming branches,
A low vibration creeps by.
The honey bee sets himself diligently to his work,
A busybody, gathering nectar and pollen,
A vital part of the Earth’s new birth,
A sweet reminder of life’s true calling.
The birds return to their land,
Their beloved Canada, after flying miles,

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Many have faced the hunter’s hand,
Left alone, without their partners’ smiles.
I can feel the sorrow and cries,
Of the crane, left alone to mourn,
Its mate, cooked and eaten by humans,
Their hearts as cold as a winter’s dawn.
But the air brings sweet changes,
Softening the Earth with gentle touch,
Infant birds welcome back their kin,
To the land, they missed so much.
The first songs of young birds,
Fill the air with melodies sweet,
Nature awakens from its slumber,
Its beauty for us to meet.
The rain arrives with a purring sound,
Rhythmic on rooftops, soothing the soul,
The Earth smells fresh, of life and love,
Of rain, of hope, of a new goal.
And as the seasons change once more,
The Earth prepares to bloom and grow,
To be a canvas of colors and dreams,
To thrive, to flourish, to glow.

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She is Poetry
A Love Poem
She is a field of lavender, nestled in a dreamy land,
A sea of purple petals, like an artist’s gentle hand,
She slumbers in the landscape, with a peaceful grace,
A beauty that’s breathtaking, a sight to embrace.
And when she stirs, the waves of lavender ripple,
As if the wind has blown, a sweet and fragrant trickle,
The flowers dance and sway, in a graceful trance,
A symphony of beauty, that makes the heart dance.
She is poetry, written on the rice paper of life,
A masterpiece of art, with a touch so rife,
Her beauty is a painting, in hues of purple and blue,
A canvas that’s alive, with colors so true.
And when she walks, the ground beneath her feet,
Transforms into a shoreline, with waves so sweet,
The water crashes and splashes, like ruffled sheets of bed,
A symphony of nature, that’s never left unsaid.

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The folds of creased bed shorelines, greet her with a smile,
As if inviting her to rest, and stay awhile,
For she is poetry, written in the font of sheer beauty,
A masterpiece of art, a work of art to truly see.
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Embraced in love’s Hold
A Love Poem
Night settles softly
On the evening shade,
As the sun takes leave
And the colors fade.
Nature slows her pace
And the world grows still,
As the creatures of night
Begin to fill.
The crickets and cicadas
Sing their serenade,
As the cool breeze whispers
Through the leaves in the glade.
I stand upon the bridge,
Suspended over the river,
Watching as the snowflakes
Continue to softly quiver.

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I’m tired, like the year that’s ending,
Worn out from all that’s passed,
From the battles fought and won,
To the struggles that did last.
But then I see a young couple walking
Hand in hand, laughing in the snow
Their love so warm, it breaks through the cold
Defeating the intensity of the weather.
Their joyous giggles
Ring out through the cold,
As they dance and twirl,
Embraced in love’s hold.
As the moon twirls and sways,
her light illuminates the night,
and the boy feels his heart swell,
enchanted by her sight.
The boy continues to watch her,
mesmerized by her grace,
wondering what secrets
she hides in her glowing face.
I lift my eyes to the horizon,
Where the river meets the sea,

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And in that moment, something stirs,
A feeling wild and free.
So though I’m tired, I know
That I have the laughter to keep on,
To rise up from the ashes
And to greet the coming dawn.
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You Were My Song
A love poem
You were my song, I sung it with my heart,
Each note a beat that echoed true,
The melody, a perfect work of art,
A symphony that only I knew.
Your words were like a symphony,
That flowed with such a graceful ease,
And with each note, you captured me,
In a spell that never ceased to please.
The rhythms of your voice,
Were like a warm and gentle breeze,
And when I heard your sweet rejoice,
I knew I’d found a love to seize.
But like all songs, our time did end,
And now your tune is but a memory,
Yet still, I hear it in the wind,
And it brings me back to you and me.

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For though we’re no longer together,
And our melody has come to its close,
Your song will stay with me forever,
A love that nobody else knows.
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Your Love Was a Firefly
A love poem
As a child, I chased the fireflies
In the dark, under starry skies
Their blue light, a dancing rainbow
A sight innocent, yet hard to follow
I caught one when I was just five
Held it tight, so it wouldn’t fly
It tickled my palm, and then it ceased
Flamed out, like a star deceased
Years later, I found love in you
Gravitating towards your embrace, so true
But there was another corpse, not in my hand
This time, it was buried deep in my heart’s land
The firefly was just a fleeting thing
A memory that I couldn’t bring
But you, my love, was supposed to stay
Yet you left and took my heart away

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Now I’m left alone in the dark
Chasing fireflies like an endless mark
Hoping to catch one, and keep it alive
Before it, too, fades away and dies.
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A Dance with Mother Nature
A Poem
Oh, Mother Nature, teach us to dance
To harmonize and find our balance
In your world of beauty and grace
So we can all thrive in this precious place.
Dance with you in perfect tune
listen to your whispering winds
And the melodies that your creatures sing
Let’s feel you in your fresh and fragrant air
Let’s learn from you, oh Mother divine
To love and cherish, and to be kind
To all the creatures that call you home
And the ecosystems that make you known
Let us dance to the beat of your heart
And find balance in every part
Of your world, so beautiful and rare
A precious place we must all learn to share

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Teach us to see the value in your gifts
And to cherish each moment as it drifts
Remind us that we’re just a small part
Of your grand design, a work of art
Oh, Mother Nature, we need your guidance
As we strive to find a better balance
Let us dance in step with your natural flow
And embrace your beauty, wherever we go.
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Love — Do You Exist?
A question from love
Love, elusive and enigmatic,
I sought you across the seas,
Are you a myth, a tale we weave,
To give our hearts the hope to believe?
The poets and the singers sang,
Of the joy that you could bring,
I yearned to feel your gentle touch,
And hear the melodies you sing.
I traveled far and wide,
From the east to the west,
Through lands both strange and beautiful,
I put myself to the test.
But everywhere I looked I found,
Only war, politics, and hate,
And in my heart, a constant pound,
Of fear that you might be too late.

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So tell me, love, do you exist,
Or are you just a fancied dream,
A hope that’s never truly kissed,
A fleeting thought, a passing gleam?
Love Smiles Back:
If you seek to find me, my friend,
Do not look to the humans around,
For in nature, my essence descends,
And my wisdom, there, can be found.
Observe the wildflowers, how they grow,
And learn from the mud and the mountains,
The secrets of life they both bestow,
And the teachings of flowing fountains.
Listen to the lectures of the stones,
As they whisper tales of ages past,
And reflect on the water’s gentle tones,
As it dances and swirls, unsurpassed.
Seek out the wonders of the coral reef,
And the mysteries of volcanoes’ flame,
Explore the icebergs, canyons, and rain,
And find there my lessons, beyond belief.

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For in the beauty of nature’s ways,
Lies the truth of all existence,
And in its rhythms and flowing arrays,
You’ll find my essence in perfect persistence.
So if you seek to find me, my friend,
Embrace the wonders of the natural world,
For there, my love, my teachings never end,
And in its embrace, your soul will be unfurled.
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Beautiful Dream
A love poem
Beautiful girl, you are a dream,
A vision that I long to see,
In my heart’s eye, you reign supreme,
A sight of pure beauty.
I long to be your king, not to rule with might,
But to be ruled by your heart, to be your devoted servant.
To see you in the colorful valleys, a wondrous sight,
Dancing among the flowers, your every move so fervent.
Oh, how I wish to see you running in the colorful valleys,
Dancing among the flowers and swimming in the blue waters.
I wish to see you swinging on the green trees, singing with the birds,
Riding beautiful horses, with your laughter like music to my ears.
But alas, I am but a poet,
With an imagination that takes me far,
I cannot offer you a crown or a kingdom,
Nor a life with riches and luxury.

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So I must let you go,
And admire you from afar,
For in my heart, you will always be,
My beautiful and beloved star.
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Music in Your Soul
A Spiritual Poem
There is a music in our souls, my love,
A rhythm that beats like a dove,
Softly cooing in the morning light,
Guiding us to a place so bright.
It’s a melody that fills the air,
With a tune that’s sweet and fair,
Whispering secrets of love and hope,
Helping us to find the strength to cope.
I hear it in your laughter and your sighs,
In the twinkle of your hopeful eyes,
In the gentle touch of your hand,
As we walk together through this land.
It’s a symphony that never ends,
With harmonies that make amends,
For all the strife that we must face,
It fills us with a sense of grace.

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So let us dance to this music divine,
And let our love forever shine,
For in our soul there is a song,
That will carry us our whole life long.
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My Long Lost Friend
A poem for my village
Oh wind, my dear companion,
Take my message to the village,
Where my childhood memories reign,
Where my heart’s true home does still exist.
Tell my friend of the olden days,
When we ran and laughed without a care,
Where our youth was wild and free,
And adventure was always there.
Whisper of the fields we’d roam,
The trees we’d climb and stones we’d skip,
The streams we’d cross with fearless ease,
The earthworms, ants, and all we’d find.
Tell her of the spiderwebs we’d spy,
And the garden snakes we’d catch and play,
Of the noontime quests that we’d embark,
Between the forest and the fence.

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Oh wind, please tell her how much I miss,
Those heedless years of endless play,
When we’d explore with widened eyes,
Inquisitively searching dirt all day.
Tell her of the plunges into puddles,
The muddy mess we’d gleefully make,
Of nights spent watching shooting stars,
And the bond we vowed to never break.
But now, it’s been too long apart,
And I’m far away from her embrace,
So tell her that I’ll come again,
To reclaim my wild childhood place.
Oh wind, go to my village, my dear friend,
And carry with you my heartfelt call,
For the memories of my childhood,
Are the ones that still mean most of all.
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A Lightning Pole
A Poem
Across the road from my home,
Perched atop a lightning pole,
Sits a red-tailed bird, motionless,
Patiently scanning all around.
For almost a century this pole has stood,
Bearing witness to human love and struggle,
A silent observer, as life passed by,
And stories were etched into its rusted metal.
But progress, they say, must have its way,
And so the road was extended,
The pole deemed obsolete, a hindrance,
And so it was taken away.
Now it rests in a junkyard, forgotten,
Its stories lost in the sands of time,
But I know, oh how I know,
That our glorious past rests with it in that junkyard.
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The Last Leaf
A Poem
A lingering maroon leaf holds on tight,
As if it fears the coming of night,
But the wind howls, and it shakes with might,
And the leaf finally takes flight.
The last leaf breaks free from its tree,
Its release from time and yesterday,
As it drifts away, weightless and free,
In a world where air gives way to space.
A fleeting moment, as it takes flight,
Dancing and twirling, in the open sky,
Until it lands, so gentle and light,
On the surface of the river nearby.
The river, with its gentle flow,
Carries the leaf, on its final journey,
To a place where only the wild things know,
A world of beauty, both serene and lovely.
And though the leaf may seem alone,
It’s part of something greater, something more,

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For in its journey, it has shown,
The beauty of life, the promise it holds in store.
Let the leaf be free to float,
Let it dance on the water,
A fleeting moment of beauty,
A reminder of life’s wonder.
So let us pause and watch,
As the leaf spins and twirls,
Let us marvel at its grace,
And the beauty it unfurls.
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Another Tree Falters
A Poem
A tree once stood, so tall and proud,
Its branches stretched up to the clouds,
But now it falters, falls to ground,
A sight so sad, so profound.
Defeated, yet it fought with grace,
Its memory now takes center stage,
As little sparrows mourn their nests,
And cold silence covers all the rest.
The jungle, once so full of might,
Now loses strength, and fades from sight,
And in the distance, wolves do howl,
A mournful sound, both sad and foul.
But though the tree may fall and fade,
Its memory lingers, undismayed,
For in its struggle it did not fail,
And its story echoes on the gale.
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Come Back Once More
A love poem for Beloved
Oh, Dear Beloved, come back for a while,
Let’s mourn together the beauty gone.
Walk on the growing grass, and chase the singing birds,
Just one evening to run on the forgotten paths.
Where fireflies still give lights,
Where wind drifts through the chimes,
Let us go where wonders wait to be found,
Where the flowers bloom and life abounds,
Where flowers now gathered round the grave of our love,
Where sorrows and loneliness have buried me,
Will you return and heal my broken heart?
Or will I forever be lost in the dark?
Let’s run through the wind and rain,
And feel the wonder of it all,
Let’s test our beliefs, and find our way,
As we hear the chimes of nature’s call.

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Come back, my love, and let’s dance under the moon,
Let’s forget the pain and cherish the memories,
Let’s hold each other and find our way back home,
Oh, Dear Beloved, come and kiss me for the last time.
So, dear beloved, won’t you return,
Just for this one evening with me,
To share this moment of beauty and pain,
And then let our love forever be free?
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A Broken Branch
A poem
I’ve seen fireflies and blazing stars,
The sky with flames, bright Venus afar,
And the Milky Way, a cosmic sight,
All beautiful, and filled with light.
High clouds, like mountains, call for awe,
A spectacle that leaves one in awe,
But this branch, broken over rocks,
Intrigues me more than all the flocks.
For in its brokenness, it tells a tale,
Of strength, resilience, and the will to prevail,
And though it may seem battered and worn,
It’s still standing, weathered but un-torn.
For in this branch, I see a tale,
Of struggle, triumph, and travail,
Of a life that’s lived, and now is done,
But whose legacy, forever lives on.

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And so, I pause, and take it in,
This branch that’s broken, yet full of vim,
For it reminds me, in every way,
Of the beauty that lies, in life’s decay.
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The Shadow Humans
A Poem in Few Words
Like wolves we stalk our prey,
Silent and vicious in our ways,
Bringing forth the winds of darkness,
From a higher realm we reign.
We ride the cryptic winds,
Through the night we soar,
In search of our next victim,
To feed our hunger and more.
Our existence is shrouded in mystery,
For we are the creatures of the night,
Living in the shadows,
Always out of sight.
We are the shadow humans,
Dark and dangerous in our domain,
Living in wait like predators,
In the shadows we remain.
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The Winter Winds Howl
A Poem
The winter wind howls its final song,
As snowflakes dance and twirl along.
The old man shivers in the cold,
His coat now missing its last button, old.
The migrating birds cry out in flight,
Their journey taking them out of sight.
Leaving behind the frozen ground,
Where snow and ice still linger around.
The trees stand bare and shivering,
Their branches creaking, quivering.
The endless winter seems to never end,
But soon spring will break its icy bend.
Until then, we must endure,
The bitter cold, the frost, the lure.
For in the end, the snow will melt,
And warmth will come, we’ll feel it felt.
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She Dreams of a Life
A Poem for Sex-Workers
She walks the streets,
her body on sale,
a transaction made
for survival’s sake.
Men of all kinds,
sleazy and obscene,
claw at her breasts
like vultures on a corpse.
Her skin is stained,
her soul is scarred,
but in the morning
she’ll tally up her earnings
like a shopkeeper with pride.
At night she weeps
and nurses her wounds,
her child at her breast
to suck the milk from injured chest.

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She dreams of a life
free from this misery,
where her body is hers,
and not a commodity.
But for now, she sells
what she must to survive,
and in the morning
she’ll make her points once more.
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Shallow Dream
A Poem on Absurdity
Shame, a mark of human corruption,
Tattooed in invisible ink.
Absurdity, money’s duties,
And worry, war, and hatred, we think.
A discarded generation with shallow dreams,
Blind pitiless ego, and lack of grace and mercy.
Horrific examples of a world without grace,
A vacuum and lust, crying, distant, and muffled, mercy.
A weird world with an indifferent God,
A messed-up Earth, humanity finds a new planet to live.
Animals are extinct, and the air is so polluted,
Let’s come out of this leaky boat, and start to forgive.
Moonbeams beat shadows to oblivion,
Pasts consumed in smoky barrooms,
While I pray to the gods of poverty,
Where the sun sleeps, and moonbeams do not sting bare skin.

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Alcoholics consoling themselves with magic,
To invert their nightmares and ease their pain.
Rich economies sucking poor’s blood,
This is the reality of our modern world’s disdain.
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Silver Memory
A Poem
The winds knock on my door
in the stillness of the night,
and the cricket’s whistle fills my ears,
beckoning me to the outside.
I open the door to find myself
surrounded by the dance of the owls
and the laughter of bats,
mocking my solitude.
In the pale light of the moon,
I see you climbing slowly
on a silver way,
your beauty trembling down.
But then you vanish,
and are gone,
leaving me with nothing
but the memory of your embrace.

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Only the moon knows
the depths of my loneliness,
the ache in my heart,
and the hope that keeps me going.
For though you are gone,
and the winds keep blowing on,
my heart beats on, strong and true,
holding on to the memories of you.
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Your Tender Touch
A Love Poem
In the warm glow of your ever present love,
I find myself enveloped, like a hand in a glove.
The worries of the world fade into the night,
As I bask in your love’s ever-glowing light.
With a glass of wine, I let my worries go,
As the liquid fire warms me from head to toe.
Sorrows disappear in the amber glow,
Leaving me with a feeling of pure joy.
In your arms, I find solace and peace,
As the outside world fades into a distant release.
The gentle touch of your lips on mine,
Is all I need to forget the sands of time.
For in your love, I find a sanctuary,
A place where worries are only temporary.
With every sip of wine and every tender kiss,
I find myself in a world of pure bliss.
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The Beauty of Failures
A Poem
Failures come every evening
As faithful friends they come to stay
With wine and dance they bring their greeting
Until the night has slipped away
Their beauty fills the dim-lit room
Their company brings comfort near
As I drink from their lips, I assume
That success is not what I hold dear
In the morning, I rise to find
A new path towards success to seek
But always, failure lingers behind
A shadow that will not let me speak
I’ve heard the tales of success and fame
Of riches and glory, all abound
But as I walk this path of shame
My heart longs for what I’ve already found
For failures are not to be shunned
Nor forgotten in search of success

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For they are the ones who have honed
My spirit, my strength, my progress
So let me dance with failures every night
And embrace the lessons they impart
For success may be a distant light
But failures have a place in my heart.
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Memories Slip Like Sand
A poem
Memories slip like sand,
Through fingers, they fall,
Echoes of her honey silk voice,
Now lost in time’s dark pockets.
I try to grasp them tight,
But they slip through my hands,
Like a mirage in the desert,
Vanishing into the sands.
The sound of her laughter,
The touch of her hand,
Fading away like a dream,
In a far-off distant land.
I close my eyes and try to feel,
The warmth of her embrace,
But all I find is emptiness,
In this lonely, silent space.

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The memories are all I have left,
Of a time that’s long gone by,
And though they slip away from me,
In my heart, they’ll never die.
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If You Were the Moon
A love poem
If you were the moon, my love,
I’d be a partridge, so free,
Dancing in your silvery light,
In your embrace, I’d be.
You’d gaze down upon me,
Longing in your eyes,
And I would feel your love,
As I soared through the skies.
Flying low and slow,
I’d navigate the night,
Knowing where I wanted to go,
With you as my guiding light.
You’d watch me from afar,
And my heart would fill with joy,
As I felt your love surround me,
Like a warm and gentle buoy.

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I’d dance and fly with all my might,
My heart bursting with love,
And in your tender gaze,
I’d find a home, a place to belong.
So if you were the moon, my dear,
I’d be your partridge, forever near,
Dancing in your light,
And basking in your love so bright.
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The Factory Workers
A Poem
The factory workers on their morning break,
Amid the clang and clatter of machines awake.
The chimneys puff out smoke and soot,
A murky haze that blankets the outlook.
The men light their cigarettes and puff away,
A moment of respite in the arduous day.
Their weary eyes seek solace in the smoke,
As their minds slip away and they silently choke.
In their hands, little paper cups of coffee shake,
A tremulous reminder of the morning’s wake.
The steaming brew a balm for their tired souls,
As they strive to regain control.
The clangor of the factory, a distant sound,
As they sit in silence, lost and profound.
The little break a respite from the grind,
A moment of peace for their weary minds.
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A Void that Echoes
A Poem
There is an emptiness that howls deep inside,
A void that echoes in the human mind,
As concrete towers reach towards the sky,
And spellbound forests slowly die.
Where Nightingales sang their sweet refrain,
Now factories belch forth black smoke and pain,
The sun, weary from its daily toil,
Seeks refuge from the world’s turmoil.
Black smoke rides the winds, grasping at the clouds,
A symbol of the emptiness that enshrouds,
The day to day routine of human life,
Full of stress, struggle, and strife.
We fill the void with material things,
Money, power, and all that it brings,
But still, the emptiness remains,
A deep, unquenchable ache of the human domain.
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Yellow Colors of Life
A Poem
In the bar I sit and watch,
As humans get drunk and lost
Young people talk and boast
Their eyes filled with hope and trust
The girls dream of pleasures
The poets recite their verse
Unsuccessful in their pursuits
They blame the world and curse
Philosophers pontificate
As if they hold the key
To unlock the universe
And set our minds free
Singers sing their melodies
As if they hold the power
To change the course of history
In this very hour

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But I sit and listen
And wish to speak my mind
To tell them that one day
We will leave it all behind
The midnight bells ring, and the bar is closed
I see them crawling, stumbling, and exposed
The empty streets mocking their falls
As they disturb the night with their drunken calls
But soon enough, the silence reigns
And peace returns with no more pains
The dark streets hold their secrets tight
As we all face our own lonely night.
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The Chill of the Winter
A Poem
When I open the window, I find
A world of winter wonderland divine,
A frozen reservoir and pine trees tall,
Eternal footprints imprint in the snowfall.
The icy air whispers a funereal hush,
Twirling, diving over the chalet roof’s rush,
The world outside lost in a veil of mist,
Roofs, trees, towers, all lost in the winter twist.
The chill of the winter seeps into my soul,
Frost clinging to the windows, takes its toll,
But the beauty of the winter landscape gleams,
Transforming the world into a wonderland of dreams.
And as I gaze upon this frozen scene,
I feel a sense of peace, a calm serene,
For even in the midst of winter’s chill,
The world remains a place of beauty still.

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So let the snowflakes dance and twirl,
And the icy air around us swirl,
For in this winter wonderland divine,
We find a beauty that transcends time.
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Life in Canada
A Poem
In the midst of the rush and the cold,
I see the small houses, huddled and old,
Attached together like children in fear,
In a world that’s not always kind or clear.
I see the people, rushing to and fro,
As if they were born with nowhere to go,
Their feet on the pavement, their eyes on the prize,
Like a man walking to the gallows.
And then I see the crow, breaking through the ice,
Searching for something, like me, to suffice,
To find a way to survive and thrive,
In a world that can be cruel and unkind.
The snow falls, blanketing everything in sight,
A white gloom that covers the earth with its might,
But then the sun sends its rays to warm the land,
Only to be mocked by the cold air’s hand.

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This is how life goes on, my dear,
With its joys and sorrows, its laughter and tears,
With its beauty and its struggles, its highs and its lows,
In a world that’s always changing, as everyone knows.
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Whispers of the Soul
A Poem
When darkness falls upon my soul,
And shadows creep into my heart,
I listen for the whispers bold,
That urge me to make a new start.
For when I feel lost or alone,
Those whispers guide me on my way,
Towards a place that’s yet unknown,
But where my spirit longs to play.
They lead me through the tangled maze,
Of doubts and fears that cloud my mind,
And show me new and wondrous ways,
To leave my worries far behind.
Like rays of sunshine breaking through,
The clouds that veil the sky above,
Those whispers light my path anew,
And fill my heart with hope and love.

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So when I feel lost or alone,
I listen for those whispers clear,
That guide me towards the great unknown,
And chase away my every fear.
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If I Could Forget
A Love Poem
If I could but forget your touch
Your embrace, so warm and tight
The way you sang, so sweetly much
And how your words lit up the night
If I could wipe your scent away
The taste of you upon my lips
And in silence the pleasures you lay
With all the memories I would skip
But still, the song of love you sang
Echoes deep within my soul
And though my heart may feel the pang
Of pain, it cannot let go
For every moment spent with you
Is etched forever in my mind
And though I try, I cannot do
Away with all the love I find

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So I’ll embrace the memories, the pain and all,
For in them lies a beauty, a story to be told,
Of a love that once was, and still stands tall,
In the depths of my heart, forever bold.
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An Old Man and His Old Dog
A poem
On my way to work, a sight I behold
An old man and his dog, walking in the cold
Through snow they trudge, heads bowed low
Indifferent from each other, and the world’s woe
The old man’s face, weathered and worn
The dog’s wagging tail, never forlorn
Together they walk, through wind and snow
A bond so strong, it starts to show
Through the snow, they go, step by step
Their journey together, one they won’t forget
The old man’s hand, on the dog’s fur
A comfort to both, in this winter blur

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Their cool indifference, a curious thing
What secrets do they keep, what thoughts do they bring?
As I drive away, along the winding road
I wonder at their tale, a mystery untold
Their silence speaks volumes, a tale untold
A bond so pure, worth more than gold
A scene so serene, it makes me sigh
This simple moment, that passes by
For in this world, so full of noise
The old man and his dog, find their poise
Their companionship, a sight to behold
A love that never fades, as they grow old
Days pass by, and they’re nowhere in sight
I can’t help but wonder, with all my might
Who has passed away, the old man or the dog?
The answer lost forever, in life’s dense fog
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She Comes With the Spring
A Love Poem
She comes with the swift breeze of spring,
Her presence a gentle caress on my soul,
I hold on tight to this feeling and sing,
A soothing balm that makes me whole.
Memories and music float on the breeze,
Whispering secrets of a time gone by,
And I wait, hoping for a moment to seize,
The wind rustles through the trees with a sigh.
Her perfect white smile dances with the sunrays,
Illuminating the beauty of our secret world,
As the scent of fresh flowers fills the air,
And the symphony of life begins to unfurl.
She comes with the wind,
A force that can both calm and excite.
She brings with her the power to move mountains,
And the strength to face any plight.
She comes with a whisper,
A soft voice that tells of hope and of love.

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She brings with her the scent of new beginnings,
And the sound of a beating heart.
She comes with the rain,
A symphony of drops that fall like tears,
As they dance on the pine trees,
A love song that echoes through the years.
Oh, how I long for her gentle embrace,
To feel the warmth of her sun-kissed smile,
And with the breeze, her memory I trace,
Yearning for her to stay for a little while.
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I Lived One Moment
A Love Poem
I still remember that one moment,
When you ran to me and hugged me tight,
It was as if the world had stopped turning,
And time had taken flight.
I remember the way your hair flowed,
In the wind as you sprinted towards me,
And how your laughter filled the air,
As you closed the distance between us.
Your eyes glistened with tears of joy,
As you whispered softly in my ear,
“I missed you more than words can say,
I’m so glad you’re finally here.”
That moment, so pure and true,
Has become a precious pearl,
A memory that I hold onto,
Through the twists and turns of the world.
If I were to define life now,
I would say it’s that one moment,

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When you came running towards me,
And all else became insignificant.
The days since then have come and gone,
And I’ve lived them just to stay alive,
But that one moment remains,
The reason why I still survive.
And now that I am old and grey,
I still live in that moment every day,
For it’s the one thing that will never fade,
The love that came my way.
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The Chaos of Academia
A poem on my teaching experience
Amidst the chaos of academia,
Where titles and degrees reign,
I met countless teachers,
With snobbish gestures feign.
They spoke with an air of superiority,
As if they knew all there was to know,
Their egos bloated with pride,
And their words, like venom, would flow.
The faces, the suits, the coifs, and the makeup,
Each claiming expertise with every shakeup,
I smiled and taught, day in and day out,
Amidst the clatter, the hustle, and the shout.
Yet one day, I found myself far from the crowd,
In my village, where simplicity was allowed,
A young shepherd stood in the fields, so carefree,
Watching geese fly in formation, with glee.
No shoes adorned his feet, no suits or ties,
No makeup or coifs, no need to disguise,

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Just pure wonder, as he watched in awe,
At nature’s beauty, with no hint of a flaw.
He saw their wings flap and rise,
In a dance, so graceful and wise,
No curriculum or textbooks to guide,
Just nature’s lesson, right by his side.
He knew not of the latest theories,
Or the buzzwords of education’s fame,
But his innocence and curiosity,
Put all of that to shame.
For in his heart and in his soul,
He understood the beauty of life,
And at that moment, I knew,
He was the truest teacher in sight.
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