Naveed Akram

Gold Star - 5,280 Points (15 December 1973 / London, England)

All The Time - Poem by Naveed Akram

Never in this world does a goal be scored, all the time,
Why do we finish and play with those abhorred, all the time?

This right is a human right, one of the innocent blessings,
One who is divine shall be those adored, all of the time.

A conversation has begun too fast, and so slowly afterwards,
No longer does judgement enter this award, all of this time.

One word darkens my hold on the dressings of old,
Full boredom ensues and taps turn aboard, all the time.

A little observer, or infant, shall beware of the ancient tongue,
We need the work it endeavours full of his broadsword, all the time.

This I abstain from, and this I enact to remove the threat,
The threat has been strong, in my hoard that seems all of the time.

But my names will endanger everyone, with guilt and happiness,
Seeming to behold the strong at heart, the ones under the Lord, all of His Time.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 1, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, September 2, 2013


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