Mashaal Effendi

Edition XXVIII

Time - By Mashaal Effendi (Photo by Fabrizio Verrecchia)Photo credit: Fabrizio Verrecchia


By Mashaal Effendi

That posit that makes itself known
All too quickly and yet cacophonically renown
One tick, two tick, a period of nodes
In between the service of a young child’s phone
‘So away’ says the ward, secondly thrown off
If only the mind wandered as initially wrote off

Edition XXIX

Rhyme - by Mashaal Effendi (Photo by Odette Scapin)Photo credit: Odette Scapin


By Mashaal Effendi

Gerunds perfunctory lends itself ears
Thrown off by the sea of eyes
That never disappear
Belied and benign, there is no dime
To a steep vessel that doth sooth
A manifest incline
That lends itself ears
To an old man’s rhyme

Edition XXX

Chime - by Mashaal Effendi (Photo by Alejandro Nubo)Photo credit: Alejandro Nubo


By Mashaal Effendi

A word a hollow
A lilting sound’s Apollo
A wayward destiny
That made the sheep’s herd
A tinkle in the sky
And a gleaming goodbye
An old priest’s dime
Was as much as lustful chime

Edition XXXI

Dime - by Mashaal Effendi (Photo by Clem Onojeghuo)Photo credit: Clem Onojeghuo


By Mashaal Effendi

A clink and a clunk
Lines the old fools junk
In a pit, in a spot
Lies the old dodger’s art
Another is a blunder
As a little is a lot
Never enough is what’s mine
As an age old dime.

Edition XXXII

Thyme - by Mashaal Effendi (Photo by Tarek Roumie)Photo credit: Tarek Roumie


By Mashaal Effendi

A natural spot is but wrought
The wind is a delight
If only the spot was not caught
In a miserly demise
In Thyme is there reason
And in reason is there Time
But no time is there reason
Or spot is there Thyme

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