A Walk for Dessert

By Shaheen Asbagh

This book of poetry was written by the author for the past forty years. A WALK FOR DESSERT is just a beginning and an idea for you and others to follow. It is a collection of 99 poems and lyrics meant to idolize a meditational life for the enjoyment of mankind.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jun 21, 2018
• ISBN: 9781546247890

Shaheen Asbagh

Among the active cells of a generation that is yet to be closely scrutinized for its enrichment of arts and culture, he now holds a title in verse and prose with many works in the market, each worth a praise as an addition to the growing power of western literature. Shaheen now lives in San Francisco.

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Blue

Come to the mountain top

Come away from it all

Stay with me looking down

Where my pains lay around

Try the clouds for a start

Drink that cup of brew

Let it all sink in and out

Play our song again anew

Rhythm saves it all again

Perhaps the tone of deja vu

Please me with your love

That which I though was through

Rhythm save it all again

So we can dance with no pain

Shelter

Skim milk next to the box of worms made a dazzling view

Yet as breakfast took on and the house got warmer so did the box

But the box of jewelry upstairs was frightening and copiously disillusioned

my mind because nothing in it belonged

And a drag to neighborhood

So it was the two that sketched the warm and humidly impatient midday

For me as I ran in one direction

And that large box in the woods provoked my pulse

It smelled of weed, sweat, and urine

Sometime ago it held a frig……….

Twenty-Four

As a kindness it seems I gave it all away

My will was lost and it was not part of me nor in my pocket

I had decided otherwise than to be noble and capricious

It was then not so vague yet all fitting the palm of my hand

The players like crabs on sand took short steps to harass me

And I was near breach of what I had willed

Try a different approach and call it all evil

But the noise was loud, it bothered my sunken soul

In love, desperate, helpless, and alone

They never helped my presence

So time had ignored its every passing hour and it was too late

My days are shorter now yet considerate

I swim in my coffee

And sleep like a baby elephant, so my time is precious

And what began as a nightmare now has no love or intentions of guilt

To know how one pleads one’s desires

One should be in solitude, a pious

act of meditation that purifies the soul

More time could sacrifice the memories

That bring patience and color the mind in colors of innocence

In my time and place it was hard to hint otherwise

I should hold my head up

I amass what time leads me to

I cry now without remorse

I never knew what took me

I can see them clearly

I ran away

I bought a bottle of gin

I began lip-syncing what I had to say

I sheltered me on a park bench

I am pain

I am pain

Friends with sorrow and disappointment

I oversee the works of illness

And often am in touch with cowards and liars

Because so famous and active

I’m prized with death frequently

My best meal is weakness

Lack of interest and a whole bunch of

Unresolved whats and hows just keeps me away

And a stranger to everything

I never hope for anything

I began with an eternal end

I am identified and recognized with

In the darkness where my mind rests

I believe in death and termination

As when I penetrate no blood or flesh

Is able to stop me

But, too

I am created by the Hand!

Trial

I have heard the news

Without a judgement in the court, these days

A man could go to jail, it’s no use

Judge knows, jury knows, it pays

They have ruled it a ‘no call’

Deliberation rudely lasts

No one knows who is rolling the ball

Justice is blind and the shadow it casts

Plain view proves a consolation

As a man could go to jail, it’s no use

But, alas, a case must be examined in isolation

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