To catch the sound of a tear

rolling down the weary face,

behold the shadow and the fear

weave and secretly interlace

 

Read not the word but the eye

beneath the hedge of the soul

behold the resonance of the cry

behind  the closing  door

 

The eyes meet and embrace

the beauty beyond-

the measure of the word

the adornment of the world

in  immaculate grace

 

when the light of the truth does shine,

the eye the sun shall catch

the hearts  in throb do match

inebriated

by love’s holy wine

 

lost in the realm of the heat

in rhythm they sway and beat

 

Hey baby girl,

would you give me a kiss ?

I will buy you a chocolate bar,

peanut-butter cookies shaped like a star,

Baby girl, blow grandpa a kiss

I will get you a dozen balloons

watch with you all your cartoons

I will sing you a lullaby

I need one kiss, or I will cry!

Baby girl, why don’t I kiss you instead

I can read you a story in bed,

I can buy you a toy or two

what else would you like me to do?

I talk and talk, and you turn away

I guess I will not have a kiss today.

Sunday, July  22, 2018

 

 

 

Spare your time for the essentials:

family, the sea, and sun,

a real friend to honor,

a brisk morning run;

Laugh out loud with your children

be the light in their way,

tomorrow is not in your hand,

so live it up today;

Love with all your heart

be motivated and driven;

Hatred can tear you apart,

count the blessings your were given;

Save those who need you and smile

give them a piece of your soul

walk that extra long mile

until you reach your goal;

Remember those who were not afraid

when you were down and torn,

the ones who held your hand and stayed

and shared the whips and scorn;

Failure you must not fear

stand up straight each time you fall

lean and wane and shed a tear

then gather your scattered pieces

and stand up tall.

Tuesday, July 3, 2018

My dearest friend,

I have come way too long

to you

with this heartfelt song:

“May all be well

May all be good”

These words  I tell -you

you should

a small favor for me do;

you are my friend, aren’t you?

Give me a book I can read,

the last version of the week

Give me words, for words inspire

a melody

to set my heart on fire.

“May all be good

may all be well”

Hello

Good day

and farewell.

Wednesday, July 11, 2018

Look at me

Look at my face

Those eyes you see

shine bright

that heart beneath

throbs with light;

You deem to know the way I think;

you think and think

but know nothing;

My mother bestowed her love

upon my heart,

instilled it deep in my soul

from the very start;

Her wisdom fills my existence

her empathy, joy, and persistence

are all that I am and will be;

who are you to judge me?

If you are lonely or in despair,

this agony we could together share;

If you are grieving with utter pain,

do not scorn me with your disdain;

I am exempt from your false claim,

and I refuse to take the blame.

July 11, 2018

 

 

Baby girl, baby girl where do your eyes wander?

Baby  girl, what do you ponder’?

What dreams do your nights fold?

Do you remember the stories you are told?

What do you read on people’s face?

Can you hear when their hearts race?

When love fills their soul,

Do you see and feel it all?

You precious little gem,

Do you know how happy you make them?

Grandpa cries each time you sigh

Without you, daddy cannot go by

You are mommy’s little joy and pride

For you,

grandma’s arms are open wide;

And when that grin you draw on your face,

you make this world a better place

you dissipate all anger and fear

One look at you and it is all clear:

No matter how far we roam,

our family is the only home.

Wednesday, June 20, 2018

Lily loves to read. The alphabet she barely knows, but her love for books in her eye glows. With mom or all alone, her knowledge she tries to hone. In colorful pages she travels, a million fantasies unravels. She reads and reads then falls asleep, in an enchanted world she sleeps so deep. She wakes up in a wonderland, with her longtime faithful friend. When one story ends, another she begins; so keen and meek, a new adventure she will seek.

Angelique Fallah

Sat, Oct 21, 2017

Lily loves to sing. She loves to sing in spring. When winter brings its rain and dew, she sings under the rain too. She sings wherever she goes; her talent with grace she shows. Her songs are free and wild; she is such a unique child.

In summer, the waves carry her voice, to the whole world to rejoice; When sails roam across the seas, she sings to them with the autumn breeze. To the sky she sings and prays: “Grandma, how do you spend your days?” The sky sings back too: “Baby, I watch over you.”

 

Angelique Fallah

Sat, Oct 21, 2017

Lily loves apples. She eats one each day to keep the doctor away (as they say). At night, she eats one or two when she is feeling blue. One day, she planted her own tree. The tree grew two feet or three. When the apples turned red in fall, she climbed the tree and picked them all.

Lily also likes to make tart. She bakes it with all her heart. She puts apples yellow and green; best tart she has ever seen.

She draws apples on the wall, of her bedroom and in the hall. She paints them orange, blue, and gray; she just loves apples any way.

Now she loves mango too; What is she going to do?

 

Angelique Fallah

Fri, Oct, 20, 2017

They say you sleep in eternal peace

while we agonize here

I say: come back please!

We were never prepared for you to depart

and now we are forced to a new start

the place you fill with your smell

With words of wisdom all along

I believe in no heaven or hell

and I certainly cannot be strong!

Without your light to guide my face

your smile to ease the torment

without your heart full of grace

How can the days be spent?

Mama ,

the nights pass so slow

the days are cruel and long

and I wait for you to show

a sign of life to prove them wrong

they say your soul soars high

or the body dies with the soul

none of them eases the cry

in your lap I want to crawl!

remember how you caressed my face

curled up my hair?

your presence fills the space

with memories I long to  share

Is this the end?

Like particles of dust

travelling in luminescence

thousands of flickering  lights

upon the surface of the sea

my thoughts travel to you

my role model

my muse

my inspiration

my voice of serenity

rest in peace

in my eternity.

Thursday, June 8, 2017