From Break Of Day To Evening (Persian / Rubiyat Quatrain)
From break of day to evening
I hear the joyful caroling
of doves, the twittering of sparrows
as they do sing a happy ode to spring.
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From where
From where does life
spring?
If not from God,
from where
did that that first energy
find the way,
to construct
a living thing?
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The Night Is Starting (Quintain)
while the blue is slipping away,
gleaming crimson the sun is departing
while its lasts rays decay
and suddenly it is the end of day.
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Daily you do your love express (Persian / Rubiyat quatrain)
Daily you do your love express
in every minute of wakefulness
and even when you are asleep
there is a sweet message in your quietness.
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Edmund Clerihew Bently (clerihew)
Edmund Clerihew Bently
is suddenly from his writing free,
hears someone on the radio sing,
decides a whimsical poem is just the thing.
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Like Frangipanis
Like frangipanis do twist to become one
you are attached to my life
and you bring bright colours to each day,
you even fix the bad times.
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Setting up a fence
In the ground we plant a pole
while a worker yawns for some time,
with the pickaxe coming down thundering,
hitting rocks to tiny pieces.
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As The Summer Day Do Pass (Persian / Rubiyat Quatrain)
As the summer day do pass
so does the time of roses in a glass
and while they do love express
still days run on and nothing stays as it was.
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There is a kind of love (Persian / Rubiyat quatrain)
There is a kind of love and loving,
that is a very strange kind of thing
that even with separation and death
still keeps living and existing.
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Dear Lord
Dear Lord, even if my destruction is due
I still do come on my knees to you
and do beg for grace and mercy,
to make my life and my heart knew.
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