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Inferno,
exponential flame
tearing at the world until
all that’s left is it’s name

from the dust and gravel
arise the youth
on revolutionary wings of
marble

only for the glorious resurgence
to become fallen angels
engulfing the world
that they had wished
to save in
earnest
I was afraid to wake up
just in case my heart gave out
when I realised the angels saved you before I could
Write me, you'll see
angels won't flee

pains, they endure
that is the key

Cherish our love
darling, I plea

please, you can set
both of us free

Always you'll be
Zywa for me
This a very short ghazal, each line is a trochee with an iamb

The characteristics of a ghazal are: 5 or more verses, all lines have the same metre, the end rhyme scheme is aa xa xa xa xa, and the poet's name is mentioned in the last line

Zywa (Polish) = alive, vivid

Collection “More”
For the last time I closed my eyes,
I heard your cries.
You should not have done so,
For the Angels were carrying my soul,
In musk scented cloth,
To heaven, I had earned my worth,
On earth.
But when you cried and complained to the Lord,
In mid-flight the Angels stopped,
I beseeched them to move on,
Life on Earth for me was gone.
Hereafter is peaceful,
Serene, calm and beautiful,
Neither pain nor sorrow,
Everywhere is light aglow.
I walk in the Light of Adam and Eve,
All the prophets and saints before me,
Mohamed (pbuh),Ali (a.s)and Jesus too,
Tell me mum, what on Earth I
would do,
Mum,let go of missing me pain,
I have not died in vain,
I am happy with my Lord,my salvation.
19/3/2019
As I stand
In the airport
Baggage claim
There comes
A fog
And I hear
A female voice
Am I going crazy
Then I turn around
A flight attendant was talking
About letting go
And finding joy in life
My psychic
Instinct
Say she was one of the 9/11
Victims.
I woke up in my room
And with new goal
To help me self.
The story of how I met my gardian angel.
it was you to tell me, angels can fly
so i let myself fall for you
and as you promised, i wasn't tumbling

until you broke my heart
and then my wings

but regardless of all the pain it seems
as if to be reborn, i had to die first
my eyelids are heavy with fatigue,
blinking away oceans is tiring
blink and a car horn beeps and the moon bends over backwards and
angels ascend from the sky
swans swim down rivers
and in lakes and in your head
just breathe and blink and the world will keep spinning
or at least it'll try
Angels are not sweet,

they are hard when they tell you –


what you have to do.
"Arthur, the once and future king -- The ill-made knight" (1940, Terence White)

Diary-novel “The introduction - Faxing to Ger" (dagboekroman “De kennismaking – Faxen aan Ger", 2017, Nicolien Mizee)

Collection "Out of place"
When I was born,
I cried a lot,
I was ALIVE!
I wanted to stay with the Angels,
But, you laughed and cried tears of joy,
You wanted me so much,
When I died,
I cried only one tear of joy,
I was GONE! No more,
I was going back to my creator,
But you cried tears of sorrow,
I would be missed dearly.
2/5/2019.
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