Do ,Fear Not

I recall a time,
When a guy,
Was asked by our father
To take us out into the wilderness,
To acquaint us with the realities of life

He thought it was an order,
To push us over
But then he had his own children,
He took us to a jungle,
Where there was a marsh
And
Besides that he cooked a meal as our last.

this is one of my all time favourite poems

my friends.

Who saw us that night--

the night the earth was radiant in snow
under a waxing moon?

The road-with-no-name must have heard us laughing softly
from as far back as the bend 
as it turned north

And the firs, dark against the bright sky,
may not have even noticed us
lost  as they were
 in the tangles of their own shadows.

Winter susuki in swaths along the river,
were aware that something was different-- 
you could hear the faintest of whisperings among them.

Al jazeera TV is the first Arab channel who made this lies ((((propaganda)))) around the world, that’s why the western experts don’t know what is going on.
Let me tell you what is going on:
We are the Libyans are very angry from these channels who got paid properly …
Coz we don't know why they say what they said and it’s not TRUE
WHY these channels not come to Libya and make REAL photos and videos
Coz We saw the news too,

When One Survives

When one survives
One has another chance to smile
You grant it to every body,
Including me
And
So thanks Shirley
Hope tomorrow
We all will see!
Another sunrise,
Another surprise
And
Another moment of enterprise,
Ah! Of poetry composing
That’s all my while

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When a poet takes up arms
their quill is orphaned quick
though the pen is mightier
the sword some bards will pick

however just the cause may be
forsake their weapon true
to lose what makes them free
sad the day when all is through

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Neopoet before the crash use to be a far friendlier place, full of constructive criticism and an all around great atmosphere for growing poets.It has come to my attention that since the crash there are some here trying to change this site in their image.I understand where these people are coming from when they talk about fluff comments but I have experienced something far worse under the guise of "critique".A certain member that i shall call Neopoet Nazi, this person critiqued a certain post of mine with very little constructive criticism and a veiled personal attack hidden within

timelessness of time

sorry for butting in,
if i may be permitted to,
as a scientist more
than a toddler poet,
daring to tread through
the poetic treadmill,
besides stalwarts,
not knowing much of the nuances of poetry,
none the less,
I may continue,
if you do permit

firstly,
i may suggest,
we all read the book on time
brief history of time
by Stephen Hawkins

After reading Blue's ordeal, which is representative of the experience of many on other such poetry sites, a little hilarious write that is not meant to be irreverent of anyone or anything. Hope you can enjoy:

Then Neogod said,
“Let Us make poets in Our image,
according to Our likeness;
let them have dominion over the sheet of a pad,
over the leaves of a tome, and over the airwaves,
over all the earth and over every corner of the worldwide web.”

1.
Across The Internet

Across the internet
I hear voices,
Loud and clear,
Hear me, hear me
All my dears,
I alone am in this forest of bears,
A rarest of rare
A deer

So come and do read my poetry,
Do you all that clearly hear.

2.

Poetry What!

Funnililly and smillinglililly,
LILLY, Lilly
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I only want
Them all to know...

HUMOUR IS THE SPICE OF MY LIFE