Sunday, 21 February 2021

Legacies

Watching that neo-emergence of humankind,

The timing to England's rail tracks,

Books stead on oaths,

Mothers, I wrote the notice

To say starved are we, Muhammad's youths,

Entreat to heckling mercy,

A return to the mighty and mythical.


Christ, I love you,

Utilize hammers to anoint the point

Muhammad sewing

mercies in legacies.

Until that angel frames our happenstances.

Without the marshes!

Baptise

The world John,

Until nature ascends.


- By Laila Ali Haid



Monday, 25 January 2021

Slept On A Book

As I witnessed afterglow

Underpinning the sky drama

The Psalms, one Quran 

shone on tears of doubt

Overdue carcasses in crashing time

the cascade of shade

and whimsy

on King David's throne

Christology's wreath

encircling Makkah 

pirouette on mercy

leaking heaven -

"traditional ecstasy". 

-By Laila Ali Haid



Wednesday, 30 December 2020

Rash Passion

Sawing off dexterities

Sprightly living curdles

Inaction in DWP steeples

Curtly in space

Sad no passion

Pen to face

To color think

Green float

Cushion arm 

Appeal to Poe

Cry scaling

Balance wanton 

And passive.


- By Laila Ali Haid











Friday, 20 November 2020

Heatwave in England winter

Hatred gone past noon

Universally incredible to you

News in flames

Believin' smoke death

The scratch pen on the song

route again

Poor line

Sick queue

In-debt entrenched 

Discourse like Locke

Palace scholar

Sore-back coins

Critical theory

Shoot saturated

cooking oil fat

DWP in the golden capital

Blaspheme 

Hot lies

Thus, kept warm for the winter. 

- By Laila Ali Haid







Darkness into Light

Non-stop glory

Shining tears

Regret sweet forlorn

Ring of fortitude 

Down the heavenly-cast river

Celebrations for conquest

Chapter again

We come undertowing,

A nation chiming.

Glory as we turn 

into the light.

~ 

Epiphany undercurrent

Unveiled green curtain

Blessed be He,

The Owner of i. 

 

- By Laila Ali Haid



Tuesday, 10 November 2020

My thoughts on Prophethood

“ Were the flames of Egypt the call, or was the Bush itself the light?” - By Laila Ali Haid

Sunday, 18 October 2020

My Loving Adoring...

The blueish glide 

Elemental swirl

So beatific

Glance, cited with no blight

Caress The Night

Among the Noon break

The Pristine Glamour

The Bride of the Lamb

Entrenched metaphysics

Revolves to 

A heightened nexus

- By Laila Ali Haid









Mesh

Poem by Laila Ali Haid   In life we can’t bows  of lyre  and sins.