The Mystical Unicorn 

The olden ones say that in time unborn came the creature known as the Unicorn,

With a body colored of the purest white that it seems to glow on the darkest night;

There’s some as say they’ve seen this thing on nights when the moon has a golden ring,

But seek it not for before you would start, it is found by those with a gentle heart.

Yet truth be known it will find its way to you even in the brightest of day,

Time and tide mean not a thing to this magical beast of which the bards sing;

It comes at times in hearts darkest hour to make things right with magic power,

As it banishes sorrow and eases the forlorn, this wondrous and Mystical Unicorn.

Now some be as say it doesn’t exist which yet surely tends an ironic twist,

For this mystical beast of which all have heard exists yet true in the spoken word;

Since its birth in time yet ee’n before time, we’ve heard of it much in song and rhyme,

As well as in tales and legends of old, this mystical creature more precious than gold.

It gives to humans a glimmer of hope and uplifts those at the end of their rope,

And many of mean spirited men of power have tried to find it to reign in its hour;

But tis’ only their fear of losing control of the minions that seethes in their heartless soul,

Yet strive as mighty and hard as they will, they find that this beast is hard to kill.

For as long as there beats in the hearts of men of love and peace that never can end,

Then this mystical creature so pure and white will yet still survive through the darkest night;

So keep of good cheer and to children sing of this wondrous, beautiful and precious thing,

And let all men know that through doubt and scorn lives forever the Mystical Unicorn.

By: Ali H. Alsokhari – 9/4/2009

 Carousels of Life

Up and down and around and around spin the carousels of life,

Like the carefree merry-go-‘rounds of childhood, so free of care and strife;

Seemingly forever spinning as around and up and down they go,

Secretly implanting in our minds a truth of life we’d come to know.

For life is a continuous carousel of turns and downs and ups,

With the myriad mixture of creatures, wagons, chairs and cups;

Each of these are but symbols for us of what life holds in store,

As we travel and ride our carousel of life towards that distant shore.

By: A. H. Alsokhari (Fiji1a)