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Disco Bobby

Khalid Mukhtar · October 31, 2015 · Leave a Comment

Disco Bobby
Had a hobby:
Danced in every hotel lobby.

Periwinkle Poopsy

Khalid Mukhtar · October 31, 2015 · Leave a Comment

Periwinkle Poopsy,
Loves to ouch and oopsy;
She does so when she burns her lips
Drinking chicken soupsy.

The Rangles and the Wangles

Khalid Mukhtar · October 31, 2015 · Leave a Comment

The Rangles and the Wangles,
How they fought for Granny’s bangles,
Grandpa socked them in the face
For they brought about disgrace.

Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow

Khalid Mukhtar · October 25, 2015 · Leave a Comment

The clouds of tomorrow
Float on the winds of today
To rain on the thirsty hills
Of yesterday.

See

Khalid Mukhtar · October 22, 2015 · Leave a Comment

We see with open eyes
The mess our hands devise.
We close our eyes to see
What we would like the world to be.
See before you see

Aashoorah

Khalid Mukhtar · October 22, 2015 · Leave a Comment

This older post seems relevant during these days of Aashoorah marking the liberation of the Children of Israel from the oppression of a tyrant king.
https://khamuk.com/2014/04/rabb.html

Joke

Khalid Mukhtar · October 20, 2015 · Leave a Comment

Like words that must be spoken,
Forces, awoken,
Hearts and wind, broken,

A joke, however dry,
Must make mindfall.

Weapon

Khalid Mukhtar · October 20, 2015 · Leave a Comment

There are times when
the intellect must be unsheathed
And times when
its gem-studded scabbard suffices
to slay the darkness.

Death

Khalid Mukhtar · October 19, 2015 · Leave a Comment

Autumn and winter:
Annual reminders of death,
Parting a life of summertime toil
From a Life of springtime recreation.

Khalid Mukhtar · October 19, 2015 · Leave a Comment

I feel you
In the denim breath
Of time’s long kiss.
If only you could hear me,
My love.


Inspired by (and picture courtesy): https://t.co/nOwNHY6cs3

https://khamuk.com/912-2/

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