I knew it
It was a very deep cold
when I was invited for
a chamber of commerce board!!!
To be honored for my bleeding ford
Looking for a whispering word
To hug the shoulders
of those books racing
on the long age of road!!!
I knew it
It was a very deep cold
when I was invited for
a chamber of commerce board!!!
To be honored for my bleeding ford
Looking for a whispering word
To hug the shoulders
of those books racing
on the long age of road!!!
Read the papers
Set free the space of Poetry
And hold
Lines of glory
Roots of history
Mores of civilization
That were collected in a large
heart of humanitarians
By creative message
utmost
Superb and mold
I believed it was a hint of heaven's mercy
That's my faith
my beliefs
and I knew it
It was a very deep cold
Yes.....I knew it
When I was begged to read more and more
I noticed the insects over their eyelashes
Means they are absent and bored
And those imprudently shining heads and bold
will present me medals of gold !!
And I was honorably told
poetry, passionate hearts
for pointed heads, mighty minds and moneywise
But shrouded in markets to be sold
then......!
I
Preferred to
Stand
In lightening brand
against the merchants of fraud
I don't merit any golden sword
I won't do it!!!
Or accept from any merchant's board
they are throwing the ethics in dark
strand!!
I knew it
discovered the Honesty
papers like onion, eaten by cowboys
eaten like hay
thrown to fold
I found and made sure to be grand
if I sing freely my poems
accompanied by a crazy, poor
hungry, homeless music band
That's what I filled my praying soul with
And raised up my hand
I don't merit any golden sword
I won't do it!!!
or accept it from any merchant's board
I would slash my face
With it , if my reward
Becomes even a golden sword
from any hand of any land lord !!
Poetry by Aisha Razem
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Written on 2008-02-21 at 13:09
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It was a very deep cold
when I was invited for
a chamber of commerce board!!!
To be honored for my bleeding ford
Looking for a whispering word
To hug the shoulders
of those books racing
on the long age of road!!!
I don't merit any golden sword...... By Aisha Razem
I knew it
It was a very deep cold
when I was invited for
a chamber of commerce board!!!
To be honored for my bleeding ford
Looking for a whispering word
To hug the shoulders
of those books racing
on the long age of road!!!
Read the papers
Set free the space of Poetry
And hold
Lines of glory
Roots of history
Mores of civilization
That were collected in a large
heart of humanitarians
By creative message
utmost
Superb and mold
I believed it was a hint of heaven's mercy
That's my faith
my beliefs
and I knew it
It was a very deep cold
Yes.....I knew it
When I was begged to read more and more
I noticed the insects over their eyelashes
Means they are absent and bored
And those imprudently shining heads and bold
will present me medals of gold !!
And I was honorably told
poetry, passionate hearts
for pointed heads, mighty minds and moneywise
But shrouded in markets to be sold
then......!
I
Preferred to
Stand
In lightening brand
against the merchants of fraud
I don't merit any golden sword
I won't do it!!!
Or accept from any merchant's board
they are throwing the ethics in dark
strand!!
I knew it
discovered the Honesty
papers like onion, eaten by cowboys
eaten like hay
thrown to fold
I found and made sure to be grand
if I sing freely my poems
accompanied by a crazy, poor
hungry, homeless music band
That's what I filled my praying soul with
And raised up my hand
I don't merit any golden sword
I won't do it!!!
or accept it from any merchant's board
I would slash my face
With it , if my reward
Becomes even a golden sword
from any hand of any land lord !!
Poetry by Aisha Razem
Read 853 times
Written on 2008-02-21 at 13:09
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
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