Three Lyrics (subjectively rich)

The following three Lyrics (are subjectively rich)



2


Writing and Thinking


O dear, O dear, O dear,
what have we here?
I beseech thee, look!
A lot of pens, paper and books,
pencils…eh!...piled high to the ceiling—
and, a basket over there;
and, a pair of glasses somewhere?

O dear, O dear, O dear,
what we have here is writing
and a need to find something
to do without thinking.

#1773 3-24-2007




3


Islam’s Sorrow

You speak of the riddle of life,
And forget the God of creation:
You are not worth of either!

We have lost our comfort,
Because of Islam’s bravest:
Like moguls, they come,
One by one, their families filled
With confused sorrows….

Sorrowful minds they are
Hungry with thirst;
—with no defense, for what
They try to do, no return also,
Once done…thinking heaven
Is waiting for them
How dumb, the comfort
They seek, they cannot give
(and God said, “Do not ask,
If you cannot forgive!”
That is the riddle of life for them.
What flower shall blossom
(out of this)?
Who will know their grief!

#1774 3-24-2007


4

Give it up: Poet!

You have to be born a poet—
There is no other way—;
That is all I can say—: except,
Give it up, if you weren’t,
There is nothing in it!

#1775 3-24-2007


Notes on the last three poems above: poems like prose work (such as novels, short stories, and so forth) can be divided up into genres; in a similar manner, poems, not necessarily associated with a certain type of meter or rhyme form, often have, but sometimes lack, plot, and theme, but not always, and can be assorted into such categories as: Epic, dramatic, Lyric (as the ones above), ode, elegy and prose.