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
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
“ Were the flames of Egypt the call, or was the Bush itself the light?” - By me, Laila Ali Haid
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
A womb trap
Hit Makkah
Runway to
Prophetic frameworks
The plateau
Tech wire
Mum
Ideal London
Self
Coquette
Up down
Our Council Home
The make-fraud
In such
like our glorious terrace perils
Riveting Belly
Fluid discourse
in London's trams
After London,
Where am I, Lord?
- By Laila Ali Haid
The Seventh Heaven and Beyond!
In Expansion
Flattened Voids
Cloud hegemony
Allah
Executing the rain
Praised be He!
Our domain
A curve above
Chalky Green
Eye-shadows
Ar-Rahman
Al-Qadir
Vitamin D Sun
Light too Bright!
I accept Allah
Seeing --
plausible.
believing?!
Thought
Books
Text manual
Class
and instruction
Knowing --
now what?
Beautiful to behold
As we
'Be'
Under the grand sky.
- By Laila Ali Haid
