Sunday, May 12, 2013

I write Poetry


I write poetry when I behold of a word that is worthy to till
Which is in literature very rich and can mean a lot to feel
And in poetry extremely powerful for a poet’s gap to fill;

I write poetry when I behold of the blue sky
Enjoying the marvelous stars atop and high
And full of admiration and without sigh;

I write poetry when I behold of the calmness of a night
That is, safe and secure, from any sort of hurting bite
And in a peaceful mood so fantastic and right;

I write poetry when I behold of a garden so green
That smiles at me with its vision crystal and clean
In a moment sometimes generous, sometimes mean;

I write poetry when I behold of a dancing tide
Playing inside the sea or a river that is wide
And floating on a sailing boat for a ride;

I write poetry when I behold of a ripe fruit
To the heart so pleased, to eyes so cute
And to the tongue tasty, delicious and good;

I write poetry when I behold of a magic giant mountain
On top of it has a desirable and wonderful of a fountain
And with beautiful flowers there as if ready for a campaign;

I write poetry when I behold the fresh foliage of a bay
Deserving for my poetical pen to talk and dearly pay
In an affirmative motion that avoids saying no to nay;

I write poetry when I behold of a bud
Rotating like an animal chewing a cud
And behaving like a lovely playful of a lad;

I write poetry when I behold of a bird
Attending to its chicks like a caring dad
Fencing the nest and preventing of a bad;

I write poetry when I behold of a chameleon
With changing colours though one and alone
What a Godly miracle of a colour by it is worn!

I write poetry when I behold of an apple
Not the eatable one but that on the soft pineapple
When it swings arouses the feeling of man and capable;

I write poetry when I behold of an arrow
An arrow of love that is in a bow
In my romantic heart up and low;

I write poetry when I behold of a fantastic eye
Which enacts my feeling ever not to say goodbye
And filling the furrow and uttering hello and hi;

I write poetry when I behold my darling and want her to kiss
By hugging her like a baby for our love's sake not to miss
As for my heart when with her is always relaxed and in peace;

I write poetry when I behold wonderful of a land
Being developed in justice with united peoples' hand
Always progressing like success of an auspicious band;

I write poetry when I behold the past left behind
Desiderating for it always and ever fresh in mind
Because of its memorable and exciting ink of a kind;

I write poetry when I behold of a life endangered to die
Be it here and there, somebody's or thine and my
Displacing fallacy trying here and there to lie;

I write poetry when I behold of an idea that is meaningful to tell
For the theme of it to avoid the pain of the burning of a hell
Which I pray to be forever far from and not at once to smell;

I write poetry when I behold of a man who is in corruption
As to tell him that he is in a bad lane of a defaming motion
And spoiling his dignity for greed, killing the name of a nation;

I write poetry when I behold of an honest ruler
Not for personal gain from that of a supervisor
But for recommendation of the good of him as a leader.

Mohamed Abdikaadir Daud (Stanza)
Copyright © 2013

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