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Sonnet for a Mistress

Though love’s tongue does strum the heart’s reaps deeply

For such love bares you desire and loss

Hadn’t been your desire to grow wearily

As fortuitous grasps bewilder the toss

Which your strife quivers it’s untroubled lyn

Making your heart wary of rumbling throbs

And now by the lyn he touches her skin

Whilst his eyes bestow her as his phoebe

As a mistress to her lover, a tale

For in her voice a melodic guitar

Tiptoeing his ears with her major scale

Thus he unearths his lover in memoir

To untie the twines of their love’s vow

Thereby love’s flavor for both to endow.

Poem by Farah A.Y

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The Flying Saucer

I wonder what goes inside a flying saucer…
I doubt it’s all just mere buttons to press..
What if it’s led, from a distance far ahead?
Like an eye flying over our heads..

Scanning our thoughts like a needle, whose eye is accessed with a thread
For our earth is diverse and not feeble
Which inspires distant worlds to infest

And our oceans are rich with information
Which may be clues from those guests
Are they around us, but invisible to see?
Living among us, in an indulgent of spree?

They could be within us, but who knows who they may be
As we all are but visitors on this planet of the sea
Yet there will always be an opportunity
To dive more into a celestial foresee

Poetry by Farah A.Y

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Journey of the Soul of a Pearl

The soul’s engulfment in the shell of life

Brings to mind a wall of stones;

The toughness of its surface, the finesse of its core

For pearl is sheltered through its dismay of strife

The journey of a pearl begins on a sandy dune

Where castles and realms are built around its shore

With chambers that trail ancient footsteps

Such beauty to admire in a myriad of tones

Hence lessons to aspire; and to kindle the lore

Of filtrated ruins, amid bygone sea steps

With gentle recitals of stories untold

By sirens enticing love and lure

In the heart of every wandering soul

As the journey of life is one and for all

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Rushing in Reality

On the long way to eternity

I had so much to see

The dream is the tool

I grab this tool, and I flee

To the place I held dear to me

I thought of the times that felt sublime

Yet they were just in my dreams

I wake up to notice reality is reckless

A friend’s voice comes rushing in

To remind me of the time we’re in

I feel my space, I see myself

Floating in the waves of change

In those waves, so much happens

I call my name to hear it ring

Across the room

Repeated this game until I became

Awake and beside that friend.

Poetry by: Farah A.Y

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Paranoeyea

Art by Nya Herron

Stricken by the audacity

Thinking it was hid

In some other tyranny

In you-

An offering for you

I will put my right foot first

Perhaps I get saved!

From those ravenous eyes

Eating flesh alive

Your devour, I don’t permit!

I see your stares prodding a hole

No, you won’t like that for your…

Own

This one is for the catch

A nest, placed underneath

I flee the mess with my own legs

Wherever they take me

Somewhere far and forever away

From you.

Poetry by: Farah A.Y

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The Whirlwind

Such love was rushed as whirlwind on watermill
Then time’s elapse set it down at dawn
What use does it make to unwoven our twill
When love’s measure is in lopsided thrall
However insurmountable it is in this wily revelry
Though still a love’s birth spree
And there goes a lesson for a thing to own
That in felicity we may be free

Poem by: Farah A.Y

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