I'm excited to share this piece of poem with you, written by Pat in honour of mothers' day. The poem is a tribute to granny. The minute you were placedIn your mother’s arms,You looked in her eyes and saw love.Love tied to infinity. Wrap your arms around yourselfAnd rock back and forth,Feel yourself cradled in … Continue reading Poem: Motherless daughter – Pat Yagmin
Yesterday,The moon was still standing thereLooking gayer and harmless.Yesterday, the stars looked in aweWhen I gave up on the world And reached out for these scrolls.Yesterday I poured out my secretsInto these witty papers —Not fearful of betrayalYesterday, I married these scrollsIn whom I find essence& Inner peace.Yesterday, I chose to writeNever to step abackOr … Continue reading Yesterday
I saw GodWhen the birds perched on fencesI embraced HimWhen the sun was snoring& by the time death took away the stars,I was melted into Him God-the Almighty.©2021, Abdul Hakim Genius
Hello, readers! Today, I share with you one of the famous poems of classical poetry on the poetry form "seize the day". To the Virgins, To Make Much of Time was written by poet, Robert Herrick and published in 1648 as part of Robert's poetry collection, Hesperides.Centered on the theme "Carpe diem", many writers of … Continue reading Review: To the Virgins, To Make Much of Time by Robert Herrick
Let the tongue of love,Swallow us, deeply& assimilate us through the intestines:Driving every molecule therein. Let love embrace usWith open hands& never may we partExcept thriving in her heart O! & let love encapsulate usAs we move down the throatCoated and adorned with robes —Of love: a wish for a servant of love. ©2021, Abdul … Continue reading Poem: love prayer
Come, swiftlyCome, nowCome and fill my heartAnd seal therein; every vacuumCome and cement my thoughtsAnd tranquil my soulCome, nowAnd compliment my soul. ©2021, Abdul Hakim Genius.
The toll bells will ring Not on Christmas eve Nor the coming of Spring. The birds' chimes will go up-high Not of the birth of a new day Nor to usher-in dusk. Tomorrow, the gong-gong will cry Not in the King's service Nor about an imminent threat. Tomorrow, the pores will stand down The pulse … Continue reading A MAN WILL DIE
... with a humbling demeanour And a sense of love and care That you hold right to. Patience and respect Born out of your loins You indeed are. A brother, a friend, A mate, a comrade and solace You really are. Happy birthday, brother.
On a sorrowful Sunday Or a fateful Friday Maybe on a wet Wednesday Hearts would be torn like Thursday Wailing and whirling - Of my death. On a mournful Monday Many will weep When they hear that I die But I will die - after all So don't weep nor cry Just smile, 'til we … Continue reading I WILL DIE
It may come
In full wrath
Or loom darkness above me.
It may come
Penetratingly pinching my heart
& lungs and pancreas
Or I say:
It may be a bad omen when it comes.
Abdul Hakim Genius 