Tag: nights

Quiet nights can be romantic
And when one- a poet is alone
Words of reason come to him
But stray night flies sing about
And the crickets quiz themselves
Proposing numerous theories
Asking questions and reminding
One another of the quiet day
To them the nights should be noisy
It should be one of merriment
Noise making and enjoyment
Well, quiet nights come
When the body is at rest
And no humanly noise is felt
But for stray flies and crickets

The evening is cold
The airs are mild
It blows very sweet
Into the eyes of all
Burnt ashes fly about
Even as the evening is dull
And people lay yawning
The wind continue to blow

When nights come
We run around
We play about
We sing to the Moon
And she blushes all the while

When the nights come
The crickets call out
From hidden “shriekadels”
A fortress of hope
Portraying the beauty of the night

When nights come
We see the bats fly
In haste to somewhere
We watch in awe
As they fly away

When nights come
It brings joy
And much laughter
And what a relieve
It is from the hot sun?

Maker of Poetry

Now poetry had it all A way of life, dreams and fancy When we wake, it sings At bedtime it comes around In the fields, in the airs On the back of the Camels On automobiles on the streets It is on the food we eat Can you hear it pray ‘eat me?’ The fishes… Continue reading Maker of Poetry

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Let’s pull the curtains to a side
And see the rays of the Golden Sun
Sieve in to greet from the wild
A strong flight in a run

Let me braid your hair
As we watch the surging clouds
I will hold your hands my dear
And we shall stay were blue skies abound

Let’s run in the yellow fields
Bring our little ones, dogs and rabbits
Let’s pluck the happy Golden wheats
As we glide thru the winds

Let’s talk about the nights
Stories of strange sea creatures
Hercules and his might
An Arabian nights of Genees

To the coming evening, gather the puppies
Together, we all huddle at the fireplace
Watching the birds return to their nests
And a farewell smile from the sun of the East