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Bonafide Bonds

Never shall you out of forlornness despond,
For answers looked for are engraved in your soul;
And when your thoughts, words and deeds correspond,
Your self will truly form many a bonafide bond.

Thanksgiving

Kind we’ll be to our kith and kin,
Smile at them, each person we see.
Gratitude shall be the slogan,
Insides will soon turn clutter-free.

The Morning Song

This is the morning song
I sing to you,
rushing into the billow of your embrace,
ascending to the sky in your eyes,
flowing into your oceanic love,
eloping with your wind-withered soul…

β€˜Poetry is a Journey Without an End’

English poet Jim Khan has always had a passion for writing. β€˜Growing up in a disadvantaged environment meant the only safe place was in my own head and the local library,’ the 41-year-old Nottingham-based author, whose everyday life is very much like Sisyphus rolling his boulder up the mountain only to have it fall back onto his head again, says, beginning his interaction withΒ The Literary Juggernaut.Β 

The Dance

Come with me
Come join the dance
Listen to the music
Come and take a chance
Let the joy take over
Take to the floor
Let the rhythm move you
Do not ignore
The call of the music
It draws you near
Be open to the feeling
No more fear

The Soul of Nature

Today as I flip through the dusty dailies,
The vagaries of nature read of and about
Storm my mind with impressions from the gory past
And subtly rain down sorrow, angst, and ill luck
I’d happened on not less than seven years ago.

Roots

Life
Is like a flourishing tree,
And every other person you know
Is its leaf.
Leaves are its beauty;
And some may not be more than a burden.
But at the end of the day
Leaves shed off.

My Favorite Teacher

Her voice was poised,
and when she addressed us
for the first time
a wave of silence descended
as if it were preordained
that a shrilled silence would dawn
when she worded the thoughts
she had in her mind,
for silence was a word
not in the dictionary
the students of St Mary’s used.

Winds and Ways

Oh, the birds greet mirth and mirth births love
When winds wind their ways through woods of this land;
And the days turn sound with the nights that shove
The light that brightens the homes that here stand.

When My Love Calls

When the night is blooming
In the realm of its own artistry,
A spec of moonlight
Dares to caress your charming face;
Almost instantly,
I stoop to plant a kiss
On your sleepy lips.
It’s that moment when my love calls…
A love that refuses to outgrow!

β€˜If You Want To Do Something Well, You Have To Do It Regularly’

When asked if becoming an author was a conscious decision she made, Barbara, who is also a member of Screen Actors Guild – American Federation of Television and Radio Artists, says she was working as an actor, which gave her a lot of down time, and she needed an outlet to keep from worrying herself to death between jobs. β€˜I have always loved reading, and I thought I would see if I could write a book. I mean, how hard could it be? It looks so easy! Well, it was not easy, but it kept me occupied. And I learned I prefer writing to acting, so I switched emphasis, which is good because as a woman of a certain age, my acting career was stalling out.’

The Night of Destruction

Lightnings of fury and pain
Were flung to burn a painful hole
Through its joyful core.
They kept pricking it,
Trying their best to cause- destruction;
But it wasn’t built to shatter.

The Knight Set Right

The knight that night with might set right
Each plight of men with tempers frayed;
The men then penned their thoughts then light
And journeyed to far lands as aides.

Altered Mien

When Morning and Night met again that day
To greet the ocean of marred, frozen milk,
I bade adieu to Ball of Fire to bilk
The shadows that had wrecked my life, my stay.

Nighttide

The night stepped out
Like a prima ballerina
From the monumental shadows
That reached the very heavens
Concealed awhile
Behind the great mountains of granite grey
That separated the tranquil realm
From the world outside

Warfare

There is some harmony in chaos,
Mayhem in the way the enemies march to their doom,
The sense of morbid familiarity when the drums are struck,
The beats uniting all the warriors, be it friends or foe.

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