Naveed Khalid Poems

Me not myself to claim
of such presences that stirr the mind
against false pretense to vague impressions,
the reality of yore dappled things
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So spake I my woe-begone days
of lost memory to another's plight,
that half-baked masonry's night
along the pavement of cow parsley,
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Thus, by far more to the sea that golden compass,
hath weaved around my head
of laurel wreath thy myrtle crown;
so sickening to the bones, my love, of eyes so blind,
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Of freshly sown seeds that grow and wither
in time's waste,
that in silent hours of the night,
the feet that I hath tread;
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Not least have I e'er found worthy of thy perusal
of what hath pass'd o'er in a twilight dream,
that in consuming fire of unmet desires;
engulfed with hallucination of the mind,
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No, not least I know a skipped beat
of untamed heart and cold,
that in a nous of light,
hath weaved around my head,
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Thus, this world that shows not half thy part,
Of ages that are dead to my reckoning days more bright
Than that forfeited dark with pen-pricked angels,
Away from out of sight to my mind still
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People are oft misled by the misconstrued notions
of the mind,
that in the morning's pure serene
of full glorious days in autumn leaves
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Say ye not full rich pride of e'ery flower
upon a barren heath,
that in silent hours of the night,
so sickening to the bones of woe-begone days,
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Lo! Las vegas lights of unattended looks
to e'ery passer-by o'er the rainbow bridge,
parked beside the clover beach,
I could see thy iron car
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