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An Angel

Lonesome in the black of night, I think of you, an angel,
there in a river of moonlight. Oh, to view an angel!

A cameo against the dark, face seen just in profile,
its texture gossamer; I'd gasp, then pursue an angel.

Would you come If I hung in the balance of life and death?
Come to me like those of whom there are so few, an angel!

I dream of you; a shelter you would be, to take me in.
You alone could lift me, dispel my gloom, you, an angel.

Here I am, mere Earth Girl, rooted by rationality,
longing for one glimpse of what I never knew - an angel.


For Debbie Guzzi's Take the Leap Poetry Contest

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Spirits Soar

Listening peacefully to Bach I soar,
Above the clouds as a hawk I soar.

Lying on forests mossy floor,
Listening to natures talk I soar.

Watching geese fly south, encore,
Majestically beautiful flock I soar.

Knowing life has so much in store,
Answering its every knock I soar.

At times life is like a lions roar,
Standing as a solid rock I soar.

I shall hear natures call, and open its door,
Making sure that with every breath I soar.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
November 2012

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Sometimes in relationships

Sometimes in relationships our love defeats our lust, but sometimes not;
Sometimes in relationships our peace is kept by trust, but sometimes not.

Sometimes in relationships we, each to each, are hurt and held and healed;
Sometimes in relationships we share our heart and mind, but sometimes not.

Sometimes we are lost lovers, our lives blaze with brighter bursts of passion;
Sometimes we are best friends, we balance with compassion, but sometimes not.

Sometimes we are up-in-arms night and day, our battles are fought and won;
Sometimes we are at-loose-ends and struggle to be one, but sometimes not.

Sometimes we are with others, together we entertain family;
Sometimes we are you and me; two is good company, but sometimes not.

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Every Beautiful Thing

Lightning , rainbows, mountains, oceans, clouds
What seems to be random in creation, taunts us.
Dreamy, drifting, sometimes dangerous
every emotion, every sense, every molecule connected.

Plants, creatures, meteors, moving into forever.
Seeds, stars, flowers hold impossible answers.
Time, mystery, untold generations of life forms;
every beautiful thing destined to return.

 Suzanne Delaney

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His Demise

Where no sound escapes unchallenged above the din
of too many wars, waged for profits that have no future.
Lost now, only darkness clutches, upon his demise.

Fables, told ‘round friendly fires, chant his name eternal.
Birds of the forest, and fish in the sea, remembered his kindness forever,
and slowed in silence, when spirits spread the news of his demise.

From eastern tongues, chants heard in midnight chapels,
aglow in reverent prayer ‘till daylight dawned,
and rows of fallen soldiers, white stones of his demise.

His friends who could not broach the musket….lift the water pail,
and scorned the day of distant guns, their path was lost.
The masters of the chase cursed not of his demise.

Tho centuries turn, the din still heard, fresh enemies forged,
repeat once more, while mothers weep, their cries unheard,
and planes come home to belch caskets, filled with his demise.

The fallen sing from distant stars, so bright for all to see,
with blending light, the truth never dies.
Behold the day when all will see the end of his demise.




12/30/10
8:20 am
© All Rights Reserved
   

 

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Lost Child

I see her squirming, poor child, lost child
she chews her nails reviled, lost child.

Her father glowers, his brows protrude
he cracks his knuckles, he's riled, lost child.

Mousy mother, her shoulders rounded rocks
through thick glass, I watch beguiled, lost child.

The sergeant lights a match, baby burns
the flame leaps in her eyes, wild, lost child

The papers edge is singed, now, she laughs
her parents turn away, the case is filed, lost child.

Through the glass I sigh, she giggles still
another day in hell, she smiled, lost child. 

The foster home will know nothing now
will it burn,  perhaps, she smiled, lost child.

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Small Gifts Quilted with Love

Somewhere in the Appalachian Hills quilted with love
there are cottages and curtains clothes on sills, quilted with love.

Up high in deep where electric wires don't reach where night is dark
and the ridge the deepest blue of spruce hearts are still, quilted with love.

Across the table hewn from ancient apple, rubbed and oil, flat, sweet
lies a cloth that Gram made from flour sacks once filled, quilted with love.

The stream, miles off, had held a mill where wheat was yearly brung
our harvest gleaning we would bring barefoot uphill, quilted with love.

Nothing was wasted then, old clothes, became new, small bits of sacks
bought comfort, hot pots to hold, mended gifts, heart instilled, quilted with love.

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Take The Leap Into My Heart

Frolic into these open arms that need you.
Melt into my lips, and let them feed you.

Let the breath of love's kiss
and my eager feet lead you

into my heart's majestic garden.
Bloom freely, my beauty. I'll never weed you.

There is one trophy in this growth,
and it is, indeed, you.

Should my rare rose be cut,
my garden will truly bleed you.



For Debbie Guzzi's "Take The Leap" contest

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Lavender Rain

Breezes WHISPER in the trees after cleansing rain;
FRAGRANCE of Wisteria WAFTS following rain

Thoughts of my love's LILTING bass voice WAFTING brings BLISS,
As FRAGRANT Wisteria comes with flowing rain

As SPLENDOR of sun peeking from behind a cloud;
The bright glow and warmth is as TRANQUILIZING rain

DULCET sun melts cares better than TRANQUILIZER___
Better even after a spring soft washing rain

ELOQUENCE of my love's romantic poems soothes the heart,
SUNFLOWER listens through LAVENDER flowing rain.

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The Stranger

Gifting dreams of hope to my eyes, he vanished in a flash
Carting away the treasure of sorrows, leaving mirage a trash

Thorns of grief were, in all, the earning on whose part
Left a delightful rose in the derelict mansion of my heart

He wasn’t the Socrates, yet he drank the poison of apathy
And with wine of love, he filled my heart’s vessel so empty

The bride of night ascended the horizon unfurling her hairs
Hands of that Azar  have given my thought’s idol such glares

Love, sympathy and loyalty are qualities profound
Anguish is what they reward you with, soothing although they sound

Walked he himself, to the hangman, carrying his cross of soul
To show me how my courage faltered in playing its role

Wisdom was rendered, Yamin, by vainglory inept
The book of vision he flung into the worthy hands of zest.

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Azar, the father of Prophet Abraham was an sculpturist of fame for carving beautiful idols worshiped by infidels as deity








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My Love for You Remained

My Love for You Remained

What torment is there greater than love so feigned?
For despite great pain, my love for you remained.

Thy passions, ignoring dreams, lust sought and claimed.
Crying, all the while, my love for you remained.

Dry promises, from your lips, enslaved my brain.
My heart clung to hope; my love for you remained.

Although thoughts void of hope endured great pain.
As joys slipped away, my love for you remained.

Secret lovers revealed that our love lie stained.
Contrived excuses, my love for you remained.

Friends told me that believing you was inane.
But without complaint, my love for you remained.

Lust, like a lion flaunting his mane… ingrained.
Wishes not yet won, my love for you remained.

Mockery, criticism and anger reigned.
Desertion came; and my love for you remained.

Adoration ended as my heart maintained.  
Defeat proclaimed.  But my love for you remained.



© Name withheld for the Contest
January 29, 2010

Poetic form: Ghazal

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Desiring

Such beauty set before these eyes, longing for closure of the desire of my 
being. My skin aches for your touch, gentle and tender; desiring.

Lost as a warrior's bullet seeking a victim; lost as a comic without an audience on 
opening night. My heart wants and needs like cherry red hot fire and desirer, desiring.

Your piercing eyes draw me though there is no heart beating in your hollow chest!
Exploding mines won't destroy this longing; it will follow me postmortem; dire desiring.

The bat of your lashes is stronger than a savage warrior, whose blows end a feeble 
life. No tenderness; you break all lives like Medusa turns men to stone;liar, desiring.

Drifting away on solitude, alone tonight and you are cozy by the fire, full with no 
regrets. A dagger penetrates deep in my lungs taking the air away; danger, desiring.

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Caravan Friends

Truly, the bee hive innards hum 
Truly, the body inside gurgles 
Truly, the cave echoes the vortex 

Truly I know these sounds 
from last night 
4 cackling creatures spewed 
their saturated sayings upon 
the floor 
upon each other, upon me
the hammering of the gong 
the stampede of a thousand 
African Elephants all were 
asleep in my head before 
these 4 opened the flood gates 
of the Mind and the sudden 
rush of tidal-wave trumpets 

I had to leave, flee, rush 
walking, against stone and 
broken checkerboard spot-
lights I saw you. 

Latin King of knowledge 
and intellect came down 
the Cardio-Hill and embraced 
the darkness with refreshing 
light. Saving me from ignorant 
swine and masses of greased
filled bodies a pool of stale 
eggnog that once seemed 
white in the moonlight 
now floats dead and 
stale, a growing vile mass 
unlike its former self 

Breaking free from this 
chain of emptiness I 
went with you, oh one
from another land, took 
me to a land of distant 
memory and dreams 

That bubbling feeling of
the Reed-Flute crying 
the Baby also crying due 
to separation. It was this 
sound that rose higher then 
the rest. That sound 
propelled me to leave. The
nosey throng and join the 
party of Lovers as they 
dance. But this dancing 
does not have to be 
physical, but in the mind 
that fluid motion of 
loving mind-numbing Dance. 
created a sensation in 
my heart and soul that 
the Hernia of Pestilence 
was healed and I
could then, after exile
with the Latin King, return 
to the normal mortals 
and once again brave the 
slow Caravan's journey 
against the concrete sky.  

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Words Whisperer

You’ve swallowed my misery, 
My old self, just by a smile;
By letting me feel the mountains move, 
You’ve freed me, just by a smile;
My twisted thoughts,
Have been untangled by you, with just a smile;
I offer my body and soul to you, O my words whisperer,
You’ve whispered me a new life, just by a smile;
I offer myself to you O, Jamlaila,
You’ve made me your man, just by a smile.

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Why All the Pain

I look all around the world
And ask why all the pain?
With snow comes happiness
But with rain comes much pain.

I look all around the world
And ask why all the crime?
Either suicide,or murder,or maybe even robbing,
But crime is all the time.

I look all around the world
And ask what is the "Game of Life"?
Is it a simple game,
Or a trial before your eyes?

I look all around the world
And ask the question why?
Why do people tear themselves down
Without even a simple try?

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Aaj kal

Nigaahon ki betakkaluff baatein nayee chaahat ban gayi hai
Mulaakton ko dil-hi-dil doharaane ki ek aadat ban gayi hai
Raat pehar mein fark na jaan ne ki ek haalat ban gayi hai
Pehli martaba mehroom dil mohabbat ki amaanat ban gayi hai

Roo-ba-roo tere deedaar ka nazaron ki guzaarish ban gayi hai
Mehak tumhaare jism ki saanson ki farmaaish ban gayi hai
Firaaq ka ye bay noor mausam sabri ki aazmaaish ban gayi hai
Guzarte lamhon ki aahistigi waqt ki chhidi saazish ban gayi hai

Har din tere yaadon ki taazgi subah si shaadaab ban gayi hai
Khaalipan mein guftgu tumse khayaali sawaal-jawaab ban gayi hai
Tu naa waaqif hai kitne armaan behek kar benaqaab ban gayi hai
Tassavur mein tujhe mahsoos karne ki lazzat behisaab ban gayi hai

Tumhara aana, palbhar me laut jaana takleef-dey guroor ban gayi hai
Tumhe rokna, yoon manaana har mulaakat ki dastoor ban gayi hai
Roz intezaar karne ki zidd, meri naadaaniyon ki kasoor ban gayi hai
Teri bewafaai bhi sar aankhon par rakhne ko dil majboor ban gayi hai

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Woh tera ankh bhar kay mujhay dekhna

Woh tera ankh bhar kay mujhay dekhna,
Woh tera dekhna he kamal tha,
Meri justajo kay ahsas par,
Tera lamss bhi tu baymisal tha,

Meray saray jazboon ki dilkashi,
Teray ashiyan pay aa kay simat gai,
Gar main ruk na jata iss taraf,
Tu meri hasti pay pher zawal tha,

Teray husan ki sari tajaliyan,
Kaisy ho gayen mujh pay mahrban,
Meray zehan kay neha khanoo main,
Yehi chupa howa aik sawal tha,

Woh jo chaltay chaltay thy mil gaye,
Thy meri chahatoon kay silsalaye
Jo tera sang na milta mujhy,
Tu pher jena mera muhal tha.

Shabeeb Hashmi


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The Mystery Of The Moonlight

As lovers walk hand in hand, with each step their world becomes smaller under the moonlight
Cocooned in their embrace, lips on lips trace, as passion takes hold, under the moonlight  

At midnight, the tormented soul begins his pain the full moon sees his change
grisly slobber drips off mange, his deeds of horror will unfold under the moonlight

The nightingale sings, high in the serenity of darkened branches, for his mate pursued 
he sings in his solitude, so sweetly and invitingly to offer his love untold under the moonlight

In a velvet sky, the unknown sends comets gliding, now make a wish, for whoever sees, 
these fiery tails have dreamed of happiness  to appease and to behold, under the moonlight

Darkness shrouds the night, evil lurks in dank corners of lampless minds, choosing not to
keep the light they own, but sit beside the devils thrown where souls are sold under the 
moonlight

Outside I walk to clear my head, thoughts of what, in this ghazal should be said, to have a 
chance of a prize, to hopefully hypnotize, times running out and its cold under the moonlight  




For JP's Ghazal contest

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Peace Within

I feel not God please do not be dismayed, with me
Please tell me now I am ill come stay, with me                          

You did say I would be covered by the Blood
A Stain is found on my clothes you are, with me

I need your help day and night I ask for it
Many sins I have You are angry, with me

I want to feel your protection hear Your words
To know that you are there feel safe You, with me

You once were in my heart I want it again.
Locked inside true I will always have, with me


©Holly P. Moore
   December 2012

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We only get one chance

We only get once chance

This doesn’t come with a manual

Every moment, as fast as a glance

The life we create is gradual

 

This doesn’t come with a manual

We make our choices, true

The life we create is gradual

Our faults, we can’t undo

 

We make our choices, true

We learn from our awareness

Our faults, we can’t undo

We grow from life’s unfairness

 

We learn from our awareness

And stay true to the lessons learned

We grow from life’s unfairness

And are thankful for the wrinkles earned

 

Stay true to the lessons learned

And don’t forget the road

Be thankful for the wrinkles earned

And thank the path you’ve mowed

 

Don’t forget the road

Every moment, as fast as a glance

Thank the path you’ve mowed

We only get once chance

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Flames

How fearlessly some charge into lust’s fervent flames,
Though they may burn to ashes and dust in those flames.

Oh, but the lengths to which lovers willingly go 
Cursed by Eros sweet madness they must dance in flames.

Each day and each night craving that special delight
No matter if all else may soon burst into flames.

How he smolders and burns with passion to ignite
Her, know the fragrance of her sweet musk in his flames.

How she yearns for his arms holding her close to him 
And the sound of their heartbeats at dusk in her flames.

Secret rendezvous, quiet chambers, their furnace,
With only each other’s charms to trust in those flames.

Sol sinks his mighty fire slowly into the sea
And their deep embrace is shadowed just as those flames.

In that furnace where they meet at last, both ablaze,
They exhaust and satiate with each thrust into flames.

It may be that one may appraise them with caution
And warn that they will burn in the gusts of loves flames.

But do they hold themselves in regret or wounded, 
Spent, from tumultuous hours at dusk in those flames?

Carnal pleasures in life they have known, to be sure,
May be far better than being a husk in the flames.

Across the skies as meteors flare, so briefly,
All of us come to ashes and dust in such flames.

So alas, although I may be Theophilus†
I too succumb to the fires of lust, lost in flames.




†Theophilus is a mystery figure in the New Testament. Among many different views it is considered an honorary (academic) title. In Greek “theophilos” means “friend of God” or (be)loved by God” or “loving God”. [Source: www.wikipedia.org.]

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It Can Not Stay

 I was once told the gold in life can not stay
That just like the harvest moon, it can not stay

That while night shall always give birth to day
We should not dream of light, it can not stay

Rage, Rage against the dying of the light, the old sages say
But why battle against fate, even it can not stay

And we abhor the moon and what in darkness may lay
But our fears will leave soon, it can not stay

We hope and pray for heroes to keep our nightmares at bay
But even heroes die, they can not stay

And you, Little Bear, whose pains are all that light the way
Even Bears have faltering strength, but the sputter can not stay

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I Miss You

With you is a bliss
But your turn away from
The heart that feels an abyss
"I miss you" he says
"I really do" he resays
That's love from that & this
Tis as it is. Lips press .

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My Love for You in Ghazal, My LOVE

You fill me with light, my love
You make my life bright, my love

When I feel that I will fall
Your strength makes it right, my love

When to the world I am blind
You give me my sight, my love

When to darkest depths I fall
Joy’s in what you write, my love

When my heart with sorrow bleeds
Your kiss starts my flight, my love

My world abides in your heart
So hold Roya tight, my love

Eileen Manassian Ghali

PS…I’ve read a great deal about Ghazal before doing this poem. It would interest you to know that Ghazal originated in PERSIA…That is where I was born. There does have to be a certain number of syllables in each couplet. I have chosen 7. Also, there is the idea that in the ending couplet, the author brings in his/her name or a pen name. Mine is Roya, which in Persian means VISION (as in a vision or dream). Also, the refrain in each couplet must be preceded by a rhyming word; you see that I have kept to that religiously. Though the couplets can stand as separate poems, nowadays writing to a theme is not frowned upon. Romance is the name of my game, so that explains my theme. I hope you enjoy this first attempt at Ghazal by Roya! HUGS!

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What's Meant To Be

Her lover has gone never to return, this realized 
Words that were spoken should not have been heard, this realized 

His ears closed mouth wide open speaking these sounds, so much hurt
Spring will wait hope is now lost colors gone, this realized

The heartache felt as love faded and the red roses wept
Rainbows ended greens and blues as he left, this realized

Romance is now gone, intimacy without, lips untouched
The tears drops felt on her skin his is dry, this realized

The chapter closes, novel ends, another to begin
The pages melt paper burns what’s meant to be, she realized.

©Holly P. Moore
   April 2013

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