The heady perfume of the
Arabian Attars
is
in the air!
A lunar litter
brings Eid
Antimony sulphide
of the downcast eyes
and the pinkish nails
have been painted with henna


Eid is a glorious gift
Bliss is blossoming
The blessings are blooming


The fragrant roses
and the white jasmines
are being elated by
a joyous colour
of the festivity
The nameless
nightingales
are singing the paeans
We're being showered
with Salams
Eid Mubaraks
are echoing
The cheerful children
are being
over the moon
Eid is marvellously nice
and we sacrifice.

In the middle of the Roman empire
And under the Cesar's throne
No one thought of a story bein overblown

As Pompeii lost his wife and hated Cesar
Cesar got betrayed, killed Pompeii
That was common tragic teaser

But what unfolded the truth?
As the words came out of Cleopatra
Cesar ****** and hooked

But that was too mainstream no?
She was just bound to love him
Cuz she had no support for her own

Cesar, killed by politics and forgotten
Anthony his commander
Took the survey and went Egypt often

The women that he ****** had no honor
A devil in form of a *****
Just some good clothes and venal

Anthony put on the Egyptian antimony
Found love in Cleopatra
Left that *****, filled with insanity

Then as he was hated for loving foreign
Octavian lost faith
And headed for killing the fallen

Anthony didn't wanna die as a traitor
Stabbed himself
Wore the king's robe as  dictator

Cleopatra saw that and cried
She bit herself by snake
And later died

Chaperones picked both up
Sat them on their thrones
Romans came and were blown

hy heart unraveled stitch by stitch only to leave a bare unspindled flake aggregated miniwheat like architecture

a fragile graphite layered scultputre precariously placed on a display case in the center of a slipknot mosh pit

people = **** and people = heartbreak

tip
15
30
46.6
90 degrees

and a collapse a smash a new abstract piece entitled

just as a 18th century mid roman vase were to shatter
no amount of super glue could restore this ****
no amount of super glue was meant to
it was never meant to (glue just ain't that super)

and if it were doped and galvanized in a bit of antimony for strength and support
but your touch is truly my favourite ash charred expansion of arsenic

Pastel painted charming lady,
In pretty silken frock,
Great minds,
In mind's meeting space,
Words dressed in lace,
Antimony coated,
Elemental,

When I'm with you,
'I love you',
When I'm not I don't,
So much,

Leave your space without disgrace,
To write more fervently,
You and I both,
Imagination's fed!
Rations given,
Tender passions blessed,
Etched messages written,
In black on white,
By poets via pens!
Writing poet messages,
With such abundant might!

By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

“The hottest love has the coldest end.”
-Socrates

You were there. Like stardust ever dancing in the light as if infinity swirls to you. Your existence declines my being. You waived all presences, defying the mnemonics of what qualifies existence.

You were there—not now.

Before, we were strangers looking at some abyss. After, we are strangers excited of what the future holds for both of us. In between, we are still strangers cursing all pains stinging our hearts.

Time inflicts its greatest wound: recollection. Malt ferments. Soul dies. Mind breaks down. Bubbles in beers imploded to every motion of the hand swaying, wishing it never touched you. Dreams stitched to rags given to wipe dusts and rusts. Time betrayed us, then and again. You were there but not now. Time cursed the being. Time stabbed us causing my heart to burn.

If only I can love you without time minding us all.

Atoms fall. They swerve a little, says Epicurus. Repulsion with others creates the world. That repulsion is a lasting encounter.

What holds that philosophy to be true is antimony. What holds us after all is just an illusion.

When I stumble upon old things finding some boxes, I remember you. When I see your picture in an old frame, forgetting becomes a sickness.

Is there a pill that can selectively erase your fading silhouette in my memory? Confession: I took that pill long ago. My mind fabricates immunity.

You were there in the horizon standing, holding an umbrella, ready to swerve from the rain that once made our love so cold and true.

I was there.

That night, the rain substituted to a poet’s tears.

I take antimony from your black eyes to write love odes
It makes me to appreciate beauty with all its beauty codes
My life is nothing , it is what helps me to write episodes
Love is in alluring mood to portray its wonderful modes

My love let me take you in eyes to sleep under eyebrows
Your enchanting beauty touches my heart in love rows
Let us sail to eternity with open mast and with all prows
My heart is always busy with you and it never ever avows

Let us be on the road of progress just to be hand in hand
Let me collect all colors of flowers to make sweet garland
My love has its own trend while your beauty its own brand
The moment your beauty has touched me I am not on land

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

Your beautiful eyes covered with antimony
Instigates me in love then ask for simony
Your rosy cheeks oh my sweet honey
This situation warrants a grand ceremony

I am enthralled by you by the scene
Which makes me more and more keen
Touch of class what it may mean
Those eyes have never ever been seen

I don’t know why I’m lost in you
But love is cherished through and through
We are one in love and never ever two
With warmth of heart I intend to pursue

Sweetness of style and grace with innocence
The day I saw you I lost sense
Without you life seems tense sentence
You are my queen and I am your prince

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

Bring me antimony to
paint my eyes on some pottery


the Egyptians did it and
so can I.

In the twenty third century when most have forgotten me
there'll be some who'll remember me and others who might mention me and my eyes on the pottery.

If I kneel to cross my heart
I will still die
will be a part of the
conundrum

the pendulum will swing on and they
will still paint eyes on
the
effigies of me

and I go back to where
I belong
to the canyons in the mountains
to the valleys and the streams that flow
to the places that I love
and know

we all do in the end.

antimony makes the sick
quick silvered but slow
and off we go,
arsenic in the fast lane.

First prize to old blue eyes
I don't regret and I bet he
doesn't either

second prize
tied,
split between
what is and isn't seen.

I've been to Oscar's and
he's been to mine,

The blind man fitting blinds
can see
(that's an old joke )
but
no smoke without fire
makes John a dull sack

Getting back to Saturday night
I should be having a beer and
later a fight
but
that was years ago before
I knew the value of values

I choose sedentary as a
complimentary medicine
for laziness,
available at pharmacies, across the seas and over the counter.


That's your lot and not a lot to it
but I've done my bit
you
do yours.