Trav ~lin poets, doing our thing
not rhyming much in words, but
in our hearts,that is most important....
Adoration and loving each other~ we find
complete awareness of our own inner being...
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Let us Pray for Freedom
to stay~let our milataries
be safe in all their time in
turmoil~ let us share our
thoughts with them always
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Let Freedom Ring
Forever in our
beautiful Country
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The United States Of A merica
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I found this in a novelty shop...
I love this saying,
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If you love something
set it free
If it comes back to you,
It is yours
If it does not
it was
never meant to be
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Abdul T Alishtari on August 22, 2005Tribute to Mistic Moonlite
By God's morning dew
I awake remembering you
your verses and muse
if you only knew.
You are she who
sees most clearly through
similes and uneven pauses
couplet causes without awe.
I follow your reading
its feeling to being
your inkwell like magic
spontaneous, tender and tragic.
I dream of emulation
delight spun twilight sensations
God, even your hesitation
bespeaks sweet inflection, recitation.
How can I repay
such rhymes you say
witty and wisely paid
beyond anything I may.
I tremble and bow
mistic moonlite queen, ow
your empire of words
colonizes all who heard.
Mistic moonlite, your soul
torn and remade whole
has elevated your role
and also my goal.
Dear God bless me
with your poets alchemy
turning tears to bliss
surrendering fears to mists.
In nature, all beasts
fight, starve or feast
like bees, dancing queens
attract their lovers unseen.
On my part I
exist only to die
to hover, love, dive
as you fly by.
by AT Alishtari
