Poetic Power ~ We Poets

May be an image of 13 people
At DESI WRITER”S LOUNGE F 6 Islamabad

We poets,
doing poetry,forever
restless,uneasy

We poets,
thinking deeply,forever
restless,uneasy,

can never breathe
peacefully nor sleep
soundly,

We poets,
seek the light, in shadows
dark,lengthening,

Our words become swords,
cutting through crevices,
revealing yet,darker alleys,

We poets,
hold truth, write truth,
delight and instruct,

We poets,
spread love, comfort
people, heal suffering

We poets,
love nature, sacrifice
create awakening.

We poets,
hope,trust, care
change for better.

For Mr Paul Brookes ~Wombwell Rainbows~ National Insect Week , 21 – 27 June 2021 ~ The Prettiest Butterfly ~ A Letter to Nano ~

Grand children are nature’s greatest blessing and I am profoundly blessed Alhamdolilah.

When my illness and a major surgery became a matter of grave concern for the family,this love filled letter and art work made me cry.Tears kept flowing for long.
I realized how love flows from the tender hearts, instils new life with warmth comfort and peace, curing all pain and suffering.

The sweetest letter from my grand daughter Sana Fatima Mir (my younger daughter Mahwish D Haider’s daughter)

For Mr Paul Brookes-Wombwell Rainbows~National Insect Week 21st – 27th June 2021 ~ Cockroaches

Blattodea

Omnivorous Blattodea

C Carboniferous Period records ancestral origins

O Of the Order of Blattodea cockroaches

C Capable of tolerating wide range of climates

K Knowledge of “Light and number of cockroaches decide their destination”.

R Reared in isolation German cockroaches behave differently.

O Omnivorous scavengers.

A Ancient group, arctic cold to tropical heat adapters.

C Chewing mouthparts are a special physical feature.

H Habitats of wide range are dwelling places.

E Eat human flesh -bite both living and dead,

S Since classical antiquity -depend socially, transfer info, shelter in groups.

For Mr Paul Brookes Wombwell Rainbows ~ World Ocean Day 2021 ~ Water is Hurt ~

“Water is Hurt”

O’ Poseidon bestowed with the power unique
tell us the secret of the two seas that do not meet
yet flow with different colors, wave by wave, move
by move, side by side, a perfect acceptance of diversity,

Poseidon speaks, ‘Man is nothing without the Gods’
oceans or skies the sole power is with the Creator
who loves clear open hearts, He blocks nothing nor
builds walls, see my home has no doors nor windows’

All are free to enter, float, sail, swim dive or dig
I am full of food, fish, color, charms and treasures
but many living beings are careless, inconsiderate
they throw harmful waste trash plastic on and in me.

Water will not become less but will be a source of
trouble for human beings themselves, the dead will
float the dying will cry and curse, the thought makes
me shudder, storms surge, waves rise to great heights,

Water is hurt, it is red now with blood and scales
breathing is difficult, inhale a struggle, exhale an
ordeal, oil blocks unmarked uncharted paths
Oceanides no longer accept offerings from fans.

Home state worries Oceanus, growing more old
countless pennies coins of gold, are useless down
on the sea bed, worthless is such a treasure which
sinks and loses its values, shines and becomes cold.

A revenge rising tsunami results, as the grand
bowl shakes, jolts, jumps and throws up-
beware O’ People …I envision a huge surge…
sing not any songs nor lie naked on the beach

Pray pray pray peace, repentance forgiveness seek

Poetic Power ~ Blessings Gratitude and Fun

My way of having fun
would be with children
playing in Winters
in the sun…
feeling joy and peace
The toys would be paper
and color pencils
or crayons
In Summers watching
sunsets and stars
finding constellations
would be Treasure Hunt

Fun would be among the trees
or watching a flower show
each child itself like
a flower so
no shopping no buying
though chocolate cake
or brownies would be OK

guessing objects in a bag
in circle time tags
thanking asking telling
sharing helping caring
each to feel equal and
each to be good
each to have respect
each to have understood

my way of having fun
would be to be with children
all happy,all at peace
no bombs or a gun

In Collaboration with Mr Paul Brookes Wombwell Rainbows~Artists ~ Writers~ NAPOWRIMO 2021 ~ Day 31~

In Response to Art Work by Kerfe Roig

Where have all the children gone?
Why kids are the target one by one?
It is not the Pied Piper this time-
nor the rodents nor mosquitos-
Can it be the monster animal hate?
That has surfaced hugely of late-
armed with guns bombs and knees
how can they rule the world, calling
“freeze”.
Children are the colors of life,joy and
smiles,innocent spirits full of love
Earth will be so empty quiet and dull
if they are no more here, and more above.

In Collaboration With Mr Paul Brookes Wombwell Rainbows ~ Artists ~ Writers~ NAPOWRIMO 2021 ~ Day 24 ~

In Response to Art Work by Jane Cromwell

This is the hammer
that nailed the block
that stabled the model
that symbolized the thought
that struck the mind
that evolved the change
that shed old skins and old shells
that caused suffering and dislocation
that was but inevitable
that finally confirmed evolutionary perspective
that nailed insecurity,for all future growth
that put the designer carpenter on oath.

In Response to Art Work by John Law

When I fly who keeps me afloat in the open skies
who guides the flight, left to right, who sheilds
my eyes from burning rays, my senses from cries,
booms drones missiles, who marks the prey, as
my food, my thirst, consoles with unseen replies,
and so I sing I chirp I pray and thank the power-
who for all the universe in the universe,resides.

In Response to Art Work by Kerfe Roig

The beautiful
and the terrifying,mind
in holistic realm.

In Collaboration With Mr Paul Brookes Wombwell Rainbows ~Artists ~Writers~ NAPOWRIMO 2021 ~Day 23 ~

In Response to Art Work by John Law

To market to market, but no,where did you go lady?
how did you manage so? who was so kind to let you
follow? danger any did you meet?
you must be wearing the mask,which I vow is
your truthful trust,not like careless breathers of
the day,young restless astray-
O Lady let me carry your load, you bravely hold,
you are stronger though older but quite bold,
And the boy, grandchild must be,your loving
company,hope the parents are alive and well,
somewhere around ,but who can tell, all is hell
and I don’t know,how far you have to go-
or if you have a home or a farm,no harm, a
place to be safe, I wonder as I stare,I have no
voice, I cannot speak, I am hurt inside,deep
you remind me of one,like you I had, I cared
not and I lost all I ever had, now in silence I
weep.

In Response to Art Work by Jane Cromwell

Touch me not human
I will not be fooled again
Deceptive lover

In Response to Art Work by Kerfe Roig

Future is within,
quest unknown, underworld sky,
fractured after life

In Collaboration With Mr Paul Brookes Wombwell Rainbows ~ Artists ~ Writers~NAPOWRIMO 2021 ` Day Sixteen

In Response to Art Work by Jane Cromwell

Prometheus sprawled
modernity escapes law
nature brings justice

In Response to Art Work by John Law

Hera, Aphrodite,
Pomona,look for apples,
Gratitude missing.

In Response to Art Work by Kerfe Roig

Internal virtue
honest phases circled moons
never fade away


In Collaboration with Mr Paul Brookes Wombwell Rainbows ~Artists~Writers~NAPOWRIMO 2021 ~ Day Fifteen ~

In Response to Art Work by Jane Cromwell

I gave my body
my spirit surrendered
for eternal peace

In Response to Art Work by John Law

What shells are these ?
once with life unseen
manifested shaped beauty.

Why did the sea not keep you?
collected separatism between
in diverse color form community,

manifested shaped beauty
in liquidated myriad grains
awaiting treasured discovery,

What shells are these?
what precious family?
united conformed obscurity

these shells are us, varied
on troubled waves carried
covered transformed jewels.

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