Beautiful Hues – A Poem By Amrin Abbas

Amrin's Poetry

Brighter than the stars in night,
Darker than the fright,

Your smile is breathtaking,

As the aurora’s of North side;

Those kohl like iris are something,

I don’t want to forget those in cost of anything;

You say, the stone represent your heart,

But Darling, there’s always a start;

You believe or not

But I believe in you,

That I’ll succeed in making you mine through,

The darkest path,

Where there’s no escape to the last

Not as an obsession,

You’re my passion,

Your happiness is the first rule of the game,

The game I intentionally setup as your heart is my aim;

Expendituring all my effort,

Leaving nothing to extort,

I aspired that,

Smitten by my charm,

Your ice cold heart will be warm,

Cherishing my love for you,

I won’t allow my morals to get away,

Cause I know you aren’t far away,

Somewhere in my heart,


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planet me.

Within the stillness of this room
The distance still clutching
moments of you
An echo of laughter caressing the walls
The soft imprint upon the sofa
Holding in fondness the memory
Of where you just sat.
Opposite; still warm upon the table
The ceramic cup only now half full
Graced by faint lipstick from where
You last drank.
Only moments before we; so close
Now, I stand
Amidst sweet scented perfume
A vapour exaggerating
My hearts deep longing accented further by
My tears
Falling, calling your name
I wish that you were still here
As I truly miss you – the most.

©R.J Britten

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Each Drop

I thought childhood would last forever

But it does so only in memory.

It hit me in hindsight of sex and love,

With thoughts of the death allotted to me.

My childhood friend lost her life today.

She was one I shared innocence with

And a time that had nothing to do

With loss, determination or grit.

I thought then butterflies flew forever.

Animals were never shot down for fun.

I’ve grown up now and seen prejudice kill

And blinded hatred win life’s distance run.

Things are no longer coloured for me.

They’ve all turned a hazy shade of grey.

If only I could bring assurance back,

Or have a modicum of childhood stay.

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Bright sun,

I see you for the first time

Wearing black,

Looking beautiful

In the lovely city of Shiraz

I walk past the perfume shop,

But it’s your fragrance that entices me the most

The carpet seller calls out to his customers,

While I am still looking at you,

I see you going towards the book stalls,

You open a book, the color of Sapphire

You read something that makes you laugh,

It is at this moment, I give you my heart

You keep the book down and suddenly there is Chaos,

Whether in my mind, or actually on the streets of Shiraz,

I never get to know

But I lose you to it,

I keep looking like a fanatic, in all the corners, in all the shops,

My hair is Dishevelled, my heart is beating as I look for you,

I fall twice,

once in love with you and…

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Cold feet,
busy streets, humming deep
an inaudible tune spoken aloud
a dark secret meant to keep.

Aiming at
those liquid skies
burning at my solemn eyes
someone told my darkest thought
and I told him little lies.

Blurry contours
a scratch on my throat, bleeding
in hollow forest floors, I slipped
pour me in, scarlet seeping.

ivy choke
silent screams echoing
words I spoke.

I ache
dull knife gnawing at my seams
disappear beneath the waves
underneath a shade of bone, moonlit beam.

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Phoenix With A Pen

it is hard to stop

when you’re running a race

a marathon, if you will

it’s like an endless chase

there is no end in sight

and perhaps none exists

but every once in a while

you’ll feel yours within your reach

you will separate yourself

from the reality that you live in

isolation is convenience

numb is the only feeling

you will strive for success

that you’ll never truly savour

when you want it,

it shines like diamonds

once you achieve it,

it’s a mere graphite rock

we are made to believe that

this is a part of life

but never once

taught to question

if there is any respite



Image: I saw this gorgeous painting at the National Gallery of Canada recently and was so engrossed in it that I even forgot to note its name or that of its creator. (any help would be…

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