ninotaziz's Blog

There is a quiet acceptance of our new way of life

More so quiet reflection, and so much less strife

There is fear of the unknown, what tomorrow may bring

Realisation we’re all one in this unprecedented thing

There is resistance to change, while everything crumbles

That which used to divide us, now we unite to battle

Less we fall in despair into the long dreaded spiral

Exponential growth of deadly cases gone viral

When we aim so zealously to flatten the curve

As we think of our family and all whom we love

We celebrate countries that survived the final rage

And saddened for those going into the third wave

For the war is long, the frontliners will emerge embattled

We may never be able to offer gratitude enough in requital

And yet, there is a pause...

That allows us to recognise, the most important things in life

Our family. Our health. Sweet sorrow and sacrifice

Even the suggestion that all this technology is in vain

We should be dancing under blue skies and warm rain

Sing out loud, joyous gratitude for mother earth

The beauty of dew at dawn, the new day’s birth

Signalling the return of a surreal, magnificent day

Thanking God for all His blessings that come our way.

Words by ninotaziz

it is a time of dire straits. panic. chaos. that brings out the worst in people. and yet, the best in humanity. the ones...only the chosen onessee butterflies when they spot caterpillars...we are brought to a stand still. silence. order. that brings about containment. and yet, the pandemic rages on. the hopeful...only the hopefulsee the end of chaoswhen the first buds appearmothers desperately seek moments. calm. before. the storm. that brings together a world. and yet, we may never change. as autumn arrives...autumn may well be the beginning of truthas we return to earthwe return to earth’s natural rhythm. waves. thunder. seasons. that heals all catastrophe. we hope and pray as this new order takes over...if only we learn. if only we learn. haibun by ninotaziz

poetry left me at the doorit felt final, i was not quite sureshe was truly notcoming back anymore
i was caught in life’s netof such important things, you betthat mattered not, actuallyi was one to fretwhen to step back
into the life i have choseni pay tribute to this passionover words, over storiesyearning to returnword woven
poems to embraceis  the true life of gracei crawl over pagesaway from blasefinding my grace
poetry, my life

by ninot aziz
Copyright (c) 2020 ninotaziz
Note: Finding inspiration from 7th century poet, Li Bai, Tang Dynasty

there were momentsfrozen in time, but never undone there were wordsspoken in haste, and forever hanging in that space between the dimensionof forgiveness and pain laughters that echothrough the tunnels of time there is love that is overwhelmingbut still not enough it is not emptiness that remainbut bittersweet pain, the deep loss that knows  what will never be replaced.  Copyright  © 2016 ninotaziz

Photo courtesy of Gabriella

Where have all the people disappeared to? Do we say hello to one another down the street? Does Friday appear almost as soon as Monday is here? The weekend passes by in a blink...
brisk summer walksbusiness as usualcity is alive and aware
How have all my friends been doing? Do we still write emails and letters  to each other? Does December appear almost as soon as soon as January arrives? The months pass by in a blink...
autumn to autumnrivers flow as they shouldto sea without hesitation
When did all the children go silent? Do we hear their laughter ringing in the street? Does winter appear as soon as summer is over? The seasons pass by in a blink...
snowflakes fallall sleep even as the wind howlsthe earth renews itself
Why are all the babies announcements unfamilliar? Did we attend our best friends' baby showers this year? Does Christmas appear almost as soon as we celebrate New Year? The year passes by in a blink...
a lone sprig growsspring brings hope and falsesecurity is so fleeting
Where is that mountain over yonder? Did I miss the horizon while the city grew taller? Did a concrete jungle  appear over busy years? Did the decades pass us by in a blink...
summer is relentlesslike the morning glorya kingdom to climb

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for dversepoetsbecause Gabriella is calling haibunand winter is over

step into my dreamit meanders like a never-ending river
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the river of my youth is a rockit anchors me to my childhood
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there is a placewhere the clouds are mirroredin flowing water
crocodiles lurkbut do not attack
floating islands invite play
riverbanks merely a gateway to secrets below the water
there is a placewhere bamboo reeds are growingreaching to the sky

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for poetsunited

  train rides southmum missing dadoblivious, we only enjoyour moving playgroundmeasured independence childhood moments

murder on the orient express
mysteries of grey blue eyes
courtesy of Agatha Christie
hours of escape

childhood read  _________________________________   for dversepoets Bill's post takes me to the time at least 40 years ago. Dad was a manager at a timber company. We had to venture hinterland to see him. The train ride was at least 12 hours. North. South. At least I thought so.

fast, to appreciate hungercompassion for your fellow mankindfood plays with the senses
delectable
abstain from your deepest desiresand your existence will be pure pleasure
delicious
take a vow of silenceyou will find wordstoo precious
distinctive
disappear from the online worldfor awhile, you will see clearlythe best of the best
dverse
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for dversepoets
today I celebrate Eid, after a month of fasting. And our dear Brian, is back within our fold after many months of staying away. hence, the above poem.

lover of the nightfolding poems in a blanket of stars
daughters of the sundrinking legendsfor breakfast and tea
mother earthmilking passiondreams on the milky way
passion legends poemsdaughters mother lover 
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words by ninotazizCopyright @ 2015 ninotaziz

daughters put on wings,garden turns to paradisebirds take flight -

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