Photographs

*Click*Snap*Flash*

Another memory gets recorded

The album of time holds a new photograph

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Jeans shorts and a ponytail

Scrapped knees and a smile that’s rare

An old portrait from a fairytale

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Childhood mates with toothy grins

Enfolded in friendship, protected by dreams

Living in a fantasy world, that’s evergreen.

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A bundle of roses in anxious arms

Secret message wrapped in fragrance and charm

Capturing the affection of an unsuspecting mind

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A day of beginning, a farewell to past

Armed with aspirations, dreams and hopes to broadcast

A sea of flying caps, cheers and speeches to last

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White roses and a layered cake,

Kissing lovebirds dancing to a serenade

The perfect ingredients for an enchanted day

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Old love that new, in an ancient couple’s heart

Years of laughs and tears, itched in with wrinkles and scars

Giving the impression, history has been kind

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Palm trees bowing to a setting sun

Chanting a lone melody and swaying as one

Waving green branches in a farewell song

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Flipping through life’s album,

Days and years surpass, with an adieu to existence,

We turn over the final photograph.

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© Sherine Meshad, 29 Sept 2007

Reflections

Cloaked emotions, wrapped in silk,

Tugged away in backs of closets,

Sheltered in darkness to be unveiled,

Once old wounds are healed and mended.

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Old skeletons find means to slip past,

Lock and bolt to glide into unconsciousness,

Drifting past thoughts into dreams,

Escorting wariness in a midnight waltz.

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Past and present seem no strangers

Distorted likeness of same self

Mirror images gawking at one another

Through a mudded glass screen of time

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Passions pressing against a dame of regrets

Bounded by hurt and hurdled by anger

Dribbles through barriers as sands of time trickles

Drowning wounds in shrouds of the long-ago.

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Shadows and darkness both take shelter

As rays of light seep through partially closed shutters

Washing away drowsiness and sweeping restlessness

Folding another layer of reality over remembrance and memories

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© Sherine Meshad, 5th June 2007

Sugarcoated Medicine

Sugarcoated medicine,

Just as hard to swallow,

For while the taste is not as sour,

The tang is bitter still.

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Gulped down with loads of water,

Difficult to toss it down,

The pill is jagged, rough and ragged,

Nothing can drown it out.

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“Take your remedy so you get better”

A restless voice chant in my ear,

A little white pill will make it all better,

The pain will vanish… literally disappear.

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Dependence anew will take its place

A comfort blanket to pull you through

For what could possible drown the blues

Quite like a sugarcoated pill or two?

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© Sherine Meshad, 25 February 2007

Which one are you

Which are you, man or shadow??

Ever varying reflections of light,

Dark casted images, always trailing behind

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Which are you, genuine or surreal??

A lie in actuality, manifestation of truth

Reality a refracted image, scattered on mirrory grooves

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Which are you, victim or aggressor??

A bullet, the most effective conqueror of youth

War, the only means of establishing your roots

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Which are you, pragmatist or dreamer?

A world with mortal wounds, in need of tender mending

Left alone too long, loses its essence of immortality.
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© Sherine Meshad, July 7th2006

New Visions, Unsullied Dreams

Dressed in new skin,

Bathed in the sun disks light,

It's not the earth that needs concurring,

It’s the human mind.
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The world outside is just as twisted,

As the eyes see it to be,

A fresh prospect can carry with it,

New visions, unsullied dreams.

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Life isn't black and white,

But in all the shades of gray,

Lies a truth easily forgotten,

One that helps you wake up each day.

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For while heaven rests in forever

And the now is just a ride

It's for you to make it matter

It's on us to make it count
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© Sherine Meshad, 28 Jan 2007

I blame it on the Movies

I blame it on the movies,

The dreamy gaze I see,

The river of wistful dreams,

flowing off course, running out to sea.

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I blame it on the songs,

The twining of souls for life,

The one true love, the forever faithful,

The bliss coming from above.

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I blame it on the books,

Land of words and woes,

The place where reality slips away,

And fantasies come true.

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I blame it on the poetry,

Love serenades and ballads,

Promises of faithful love,

Vows of happiness eternal.

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I blame it on the evening ski,

I blame it on the sea,

I blame it on the flirty winds,

But blame it most … on me.

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© Sherine Meshad, 20 Jan 2007