Poems

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This poem was quoted at Batley Library, Batley Poetry evening on 18/11/23

Published on Facebook pages - Absolutely Yours - Poetry, Lyrics & Music, 'Art, Literacy, Poetry', Beautiful poems & quotes, Dzeja No Sirds, Facebook Poetry Society, For The Love of Poetry, Global poet & poetry, Igniting The Spark, Invisible Poets, Ivo Bierands, Life through poetry & writing, On My Mind, Quote, Poems & Poetry, Poetry Autopsy, Poetry critique, Poetry Groups, Poetry lover, Poetry Lovers, Poetry Official, Poetry Prompts, Poetry UK, Poetry Universe, Poetry world, Poets & poetry lovers, The hands on poem writers, The Love of Poetry, The Passion of Poetry, The poetry club, The Poetry Corner Official, Urdu poetry – Love Poetry Sad Poetry on 25/12/24.

I am a song

Not a rock,

Sing me out,

Don’t roll me

Down a cliff,

I am airy,

Not heavy,

I won't take much space

In your pocket.

11.06.23

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Publishes as audio on Facebook.

My life has been a river since the very beginning

Streaming in the bosom of nature

Taking me through sudden and high waterfalls

Sharp turns and dried-out deserts

Trying to destroy its peaceful banks

Yet gentle and caring making careful turns,

Kind and soft holding me on its glass still water

Through pitch-black nights.

13.06.23

The Voice of the Earth

This poem is written for the Mayor of West Yorkshire - Tracy Bradin regarding Climate change encouraged by Friends of the Earth.

I read it on Beehive Poetry evening at Josef's K Cafe in Bradford on 19/02/24.

You twist my work,

My desires and wishes,

You drop poison

In my aged hands,

My mouth and face

Along my voice

Goes diformed

In shadows of humans.

30.11.23

Great Wall

I visited the Great Wall in China on 22nd December 2023 and decided to write a poem dedicated to it.

I read it on Beehive Poetry evening at Josef's K Cafe in Bradford on 19/02/24.

Published as audio on Instagram, YouTube, Threads and X on 04.01.25

Your winds of North

Must not love me

My dear Great Wall,

They capture me easily

And hold me tight

in their skeleton hands

They are howling as hangry wolfs

Taking me away

From your mother’s loving heart.

23/12/23

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I created this poem being inspired by the workshop ‘Blue is the light that got lost…’ hosted by Gaia Holmes. Kings Cross Library, Halifax, England. I attended it on 02/03/24.

I read this poem at Rhubarb Poetry Night (70th Anniversary) at the pub Cultures, Saltaire, Bradford on 29/05/24

Published on Facebook pages - Absolutely Yours - Poetry, Lyrics & Music, 'Art, Literacy, Poetry', Beautiful poems & quotes, Dzeja No Sirds, Facebook Poetry Society, For The Love of Poetry, Global poet & poetry, Igniting The Spark, Invisible Poets, Ivo Bierands, Life through poetry & writing, On My Mind, Poems & Poetry, Poetry, Poetry Autopsy, Poetry critique, Poetry Groups, Poetry lover, Poetry Lovers, Poetry Official, Poetry Prompts, Poetry UK, Poetry Universe, Poetry world, Poets & poetry lovers, The hands on poem writers, The Love of Poetry, The Passion of Poetry, The poetry club, The Poetry Corner Official, Urdu poetry – Love Poetry Sad Poetry on 12/12/24.

He circled her

Whispering in blues,

Blue melody

Trees breezed

On a summer night

She melted in divine blue,

Blue moon

Witnessed

How blue they were

Scattering over them

Stars hammered in silver

Taking them out

Of his indigo pocket.

02/03/24

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This poem is published on the Igniting the Spark Facebook page.

I walk barefeet over green grass in early June morning.

It’s washing tiredness away with fresh silver morning dew

I feel reborn again. Sun is giving birth to a new day

Painting its sky in aquamarine, rolling up the smoky velvet from dozing trees.

I stretch my naked arm and scatter golden sun rays in the sleeping meadow.

Robins, blackbirds and thrushes feed my soul with their voices as

I feed them with my love,

My lungs are thirsty to recall Mother Earth

And I get on my knees on the black soil

In the nearby field

Grab a handful of rough ground to put close to my nose.

I inhale the fragrance of earth over and over again filling my body with innocence

Acknowledging that I have to be patient and wait

For Mother Earth to turn me pure.

24/05/24

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This is a poem from my novel ‘Don't say goodbye', Chapter 18' on 06/02/24

I read it on Beehive Poetry evening at Josef's K Cafe in Bradford on 15/04/24.

Petals from pure gold

Made by the sun

My tired hands bold

Giving me fun.

The sky of rose pink

Spreads petals golden

Making my sadness sink

Freeing me from burden.

Again I can talk

My lips covered with smile

Now I can walk

Another endless mile.

My hands inhale a new breath

Holding petals of gold

Scattered in the air by white monks

On an Indian summer day,

The rosy pink sky

Cast mother hands warm sun rays

Through a maze

Formed by snapped clouds

Melting my sadness into dazzling blue water

Where I can wash my stone-heavy burden away,

Again every word I say comes as easy as a new day

Now I can walk with feather-light footsteps a mile

Which seemed to be going to take all my life away.

08/02/25

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I created this poem being inspired by the workshop ‘Blue is the light that got lost…’ hosted by Gaia Holmes. Kings Cross Library, Halifax, England. I attended it on 24/02/24.

I read this poem at Serendipity poetry night, at Josef's K cafe, Bradford on 29/02/24.

I read it at Rhubarb Poetry night, at The Triangle pub, Shipley, Bradford, England on 27/03/34

Published on Facebook pages – 'Art, Literacy, Poetry', Dzeja No Sirds, Facebook Poetry Society, Igniting The Spark, Invisible Poets, Ivo Bierands, On My Mind, Poetry Autopsy, Poetry Prompts, Poetry UK, Poetry Universe, The Love of Poetry on 05/11/24.

You are so blue

Moon out there,

So many stars

Surrounding you

Up there,

But there is none

To share

With.

So many people

Gather around me,

But there is nobody

To spare

With.

25.02.24

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I created this poem being inspired by the workshop ‘Blue is the light that got lost…’ hosted by Gaia Holmes. Kings Cross Library, Halifax, England. I attended it on 02/03/24.

Published on Facebook pages – Absolutely Yours - Poetry, Lyrics & Music 'Art, Literacy, Poetry', Calls For Submission (Poetry, Art, Fiction), Dzeja No Sirds, Facebook Poetry Society, Igniting The Spark, Invisible Poets, Ivo Bierands, On My Mind, Poems & Poetry, Poetry Autopsy, Poetry Prompts, Poetry UK, Poetry Universe, The Love of Poetry on 07/11/24.

Published on the Facebook page Poetry Contest on 08/11/24

I’ll bring you blue

My bower bird,

There won’t be reds

Or oranges to fight with,

I’ll heal your wounds

Wrapping them

Into warming

Blue words.

02/03/24

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This poem was written after Beehive Poetry night at Josef's K cafe. I listened to an Iranian poetess Samar Shahdad two poems which she translated in English. She seemed to me so amazing poetess my poems appeared nothing against her poems in my understanding. So this poem came into my mind.

I read it at Rhubarb Poetry Night, at The Triangle pub, Shipley, Bradford, England on 27/03/24 and in the Serendipity Extraordinary Ordinary anthology book launch at Lawrence Batley Theatre on 21/04/24.

I won’t be remembered as a poet here. I’ll be forgotten - quietly.

Sun will fade my name away and dust will cover its footprints.

They won’t read my poems. I wasn't famous here.

From pages where blue ink will leave evidence of my presence,

They will make airplanes

And kites.

But maybe somebody will remember me

As a guy who hung out with a kid

Here.

Somebody might say, the boy was his son.

Famously named as Elvis.

I might be remembered sitting in a café’s corner

And talking to him in a foreign language.

I might be famous

For a split of a second

In somebodies memory for letting Elvis

Wrap his little arms

Around my neck,

Putting his crumpled paper tissue,

Silver teaspoon and ruler

behind my terracotta jumper

While somebody else were reading their poems

Here.

18/03/24

This poem is written at Gaia Holmes’s workshop at Kings Cross Library, Halifax.

It is published on the Igniting the Spark Facebook page on 25/05/24 and Ivo Bierands, On My Mind, Poetry Prompts, Poetry UK, and The Love of Poetry on 16/09/24.

Once in a blue moon, I was born

And I got a breath

I heard cuckoo's voice telling me

the dark clouds are approaching for the indigo sky to cry

Once in a blue moon, I was between the sky and the earth

I saw mountains wrapped in endless cotton candy

Before six o’clock morning on M75

I climbed a mountain where I wanted to be

And memorised the vast landscape under my feet.

25/05/24

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This poem is written at Gaia Holmes’s workshop at Kings Cross Library, Halifax.

Published on Facebook pages – Facebook Poetry Society, Igniting The Spark, Ivo Bierands, On My Mind, Poetry Prompts, Poetry UK, and The Love of Poetry on 30/09/24.

I don’t know whether blue

Can turn my burning red dream

In blue.

I don’t know about blue,

Can it paint my desire in blue

That lingers in the beautiful innocent sky

As a colourless bird whose wings can be easily broken

By hard gales from any direction of the earth.

What I don’t know about blue,

Can it hear me

And

Is it mighty

Or it’s me who doesn't know about blue

There is no such a colour as blue.

01/06/24

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Published on Facebook pages – Facebook Poetry Society, Igniting The Spark, Ivo Bierands, On My Mind, Poetry Prompts, Poetry UK, and The Love of Poetry on 13/09/24.

I spoke with the time

Staring at the old clock on the wall

And asked it

Where does it run?

It replied to me with the raving engines of cars,

Clattering footsteps of people,

Voices of birds, the noise of winds,

Moving clouds and the shining sun in the navy blue sky.

I’m a river

That streams to the point

Where humans think

There is no return.

13/09/24

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Published on Facebook pages – Facebook Poetry Society, Igniting The Spark, Ivo Bierands, On My Mind, Poetry Prompts, Poetry UK, and The Love of Poetry on 18/09/24.

Round butter white moon

Is standing

Still,

Frozen,

Muted

As a button attached to the almost black sky

If I would not know

This is a moon

I would think it is a gate to a better life

I would climb the highest hill on the earth

And hold on stars

To enter it.

18/09/24

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Published on Facebook pages – 'Art, Literacy, Poetry', Facebook Poetry Society, Igniting The Spark, Invisible Poets, Ivo Bierands, On My Mind, Poetry UK, Poetry Universe, The Love of Poetry on 24/10/24.

Switch off the engine gently

When my vehicle

Reaches the end of its road,

Take me out safely

And bring me home quietly

The way the mist disappears.

26/09/24

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I washed the threshold of your home

With salted tears from my eyes

That never hurts

And gifted you flowers as gentle as my heart

I saw a crack in the colourless clouds

Where you watched me

From the cobalt blue sky

When I said goodbye,

You did not leave me

But accompanied me

Stroking my head with sunshine from the sky

Enclosing me in your arms with golden sunrays

Making sure I have returned to the place

Where I feel safe.

02/12/24

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I shed light on you

My child,

Continuously and unconditionally

From the moment you were born

To remind you

You are not alone out there.

11/03/25

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Workshop 'Rhubarb's Routes'.

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The train slams doors firmly,

Yet gently,

The wagon shakes fiercely

Back and forth,

Images of buildings,

People and vehicles

Race past me faster and faster

As if they are running out of time,

The rhythmic rocking of my temporary home

Lulls me into sleep,

Announcements from the carriage’s speakers,

The smell of fast food and passengers' voices

Merge into a dream,

Blending reality with fantasy,

I think I see the lines of my face

In the rainy window,

Telling me story of my life

That I can only hear.

20/05/25

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