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Besma Riabi Dziri Poem
She walks in silence, like a lapping wave
drowned in chastity and flooded with rave
holding dear and tight her very beauties
denying all her gems and rubies.
Her powers disabled under the spell
the flame in wouldn’t break out of its shell.
Tempted to trace a humming call of fate
allured but reluctant to take the bait.
The strings of her heart lost their pitch and tone
the clutches of mind hurting to the bone.
Untraceable are the paths to no end
unable to soul unself and ascend.
She walks in silence, like a gliding breeze
fervent rising prayers brought her to her knees
seeking the blessings of grace, peace and love
if only her pain she could rise above.
Nameless beauty would dissolve in her womb
Her wounds.. sins she would carry to her tomb.
Inspired by “She Walks In Beauty” Lord Byron (George Gordon)
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Running beauty rippled in crystal white
No whisper in the air, just a wondrous sight
My eyes ascend in awe to a far light
Small and empty observing such a height
Nature in colours captured in delight
Ready to be filled with bliss and insight
Melt in silence, a faint soul to excite
Drifted with music, poem to recite
My thoughts wrapped into words and put aside
My fancies are now poised set for a flight
A heart into throbbing beauty subsides
The summit I can reach and meet my fright
Exultant to feel not gems but a mine
Yearning to have peace seeds sown deep inside
Sweet lyrics bring my very soul to life
Soft music tunes me to mountain nine.
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I want to word my very Love for you
though as a shy child, I start to stammer
a beloved Mother, my sole bijou
as I am of your prime Land enamoured.
A rose breathing the scent of your terra
born and bred knowing no other home soil
how can I bear the burn of your Summer
anger and worry within my chest boil.
I want to paint my very pride in you
with drops of my blood and ivory star
then draw your nature and beauty anew
how would my poetry meet who you are?
To my dear mother, shall I, You compare?
TUNISIA, Your Love, I'll ever bear.
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The heart when young, so blissful and knows no sin
the mind's ego knows no bounds, its strength within
The earth, sound and steep, its fruits the soul entice
the taste of spice great! to every slice a price
The eyes rain and the mouth would savour its pain
when dry is your land, sow no seed, reap no grain
Valiant steps fear no edge nor the burn of sands
wish die for the glory of walking God's Lands
Specks of dust make souls blind can turn lives to dust
just a spark of deep Faith heralds paths to trust
Ascend and observe, gems in you aim to earn
What seems as harm, a blessing if you would learn
God for you paves paths and lends many a hand
a deep well of Love granted to flood your land
Those warm drops of Love and Life, in time of birth
brought heaven under your feet, mothers of earth
Peace and joy in voice of heart to God raise praise
light in soul, a power with beauty would blaze
Brushes and pens paint and a language translate
the soul ebb and flow beyond language and state.
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In response to my fellow poetess, dearest friend and soul sister, Jennifer Proxenos, inspiring poem “I am Virgo”
I am Virgo too
A September woman
thriving in her Autumn
learning not to sigh over her spring
and summer too!
A gift of Faith
willing to heal her aches.
Her mind, a master in deafening woes
tracing what is fake and low
dwelling in the borders of her heart
making a permanent entrance
nostalgia, dreams.. with a sword
crossing out!
Growing in the shade of Beauty
a giver, her leading role
a leafy tree behind the stage.
Silence, a joyful companion
Time, her friend and foe!
Human connection of a spiritual dimension
What a painful perfection!
The passion within
empowering, awakening
denying her Self a life!
Fine, wise souls
ever attracted to
her beauties wouldn’t for granted take!
Perpetually restoring Self and peace
With Love
I am Virgo too!
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It was quite a time
when with my mind you used to rhyme
and in the tune of my heart you sign.
That time was quite long
when I thought the words to me belong
and I could compose a million song.
It was such a feel!
to bare my soul to words with great zeal
put my Self in words, nothing to conceal.
A thrill beyond words!
when you believe you can capture worlds
and raise the sharpest of them as swords.
You stand on your own empire
as every poet in you quenches a fire
and for avid readers, a pleasure not to expire.
Dare I now raise my pen?
till a voice grumbles into my den!
do I have to ride those paths again?
Dare I, the very words blame?
not to have met the poet's flame!
or, the rhymist having a solo aim
shaping verses into a frame
and their intense fire tame!
The words when denied their vent
an ink of a common bent
a rose of a predictable scent
a music of no content
a love of no intent.
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To my terra of roots
my allegiance I vow
I wallow in your fruits
and to your flag I bow.
Dream not till wake of dawn
beaming sun light I wait
burst of glee of no bourn
the feels of the soul, sate.
Awe chills into my spine
as your Hymn in pride sung
for Home in peace I pine
and love never be swung.
How could my pen, you turn
in a fine rhyming word
as my quill longs to learn
inking with grace and verve.
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The many winters I had seen
When once I was a teen
Gathered inside our small living room
Joy and simplicity our faces illume
Warm with laughter at striking stories
Light is the heart and empty of worries
My sisters and sole brother
The treasure of my father and my mother
Mum, our angel of the earth
The springs of our gaiety and mirth
Moving in the magic of her young age
Our hunger for hot food would assuage
Would even bring a piece of paradise
To us, if we dared ask, for any price
Dad, overloaded, would tread miles for our sake
Serene reassuring smiles while so much at stake
The nights echoed holy verses dad used to read
Developing a sense of belonging to his creed
Opening our hearts to the graces and blessings of the Divine
In my veins, a life of a tender love I’ll ever enshrine
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Many winters had passed
Still nourished of a so precious past
Confined to the tranquility of the night
The magic box would offer dreams in black and white
Stress and concern evaporated and lost weight
Soft whispers.. suppressed giggles with life pulsate
The quietest of corners I would always look for
My sanctuary, my home made bookstore
Ever my worlds side by side shaping the inner me
No single worry over the one whom I would be
Why would I when I was entangled in more than one story
Preened myself on my pen musing in my world of ivory
My younger sis who of English knew no word
Would grant me her patience and love for what she heard
Love and most of all contentment and gratitude
Deeply remained, the reign of my worlds and my soul food
The cold of winters, now, how can my words perceive
In my realm of poesy what of warmth willing to weave
The winter of our Life which many abhor
My wishes I will have the grace to adore.
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Not all the worlds belong to me
Not all the words set me free
What the heart loves
is of will
I just free some words
to confine its spill.
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A time, my words
on my papers sashaying
the shape to me alluring
the tone of their steps
I hear
as they are dancing
the music they are following
the soul, in a trance, just listens
without interfering.
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A time, along with my Muse
we keep to each other
our hearts baring
secrets sharing
silently, knowingly connecting..
When it comes to share
our worlds in words
that’s the difficulty!
“That’s to be spelled”
“No! It can’t be!”
“That belongs to my world of poetry!”
“No! that’s a huge part of me!
no words allowed to touch
its beauty!”
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How dare you invoke me
then deny my poetry!?
How dare you be wedded to me
and deprive your soul
of my verse and divinity!?
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In my womb
you shape a life.. a reality
a present.. a past memory..
and what is to be..
And you still think
you spill your words out of will!
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I inspire..
I own the fire..
I pave paths, not all
able to bear the burn
But those blessed
with divine grace
the power to mystery embrace
The ones who, a feeble voice
render a sublime poetry!
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“All my words can set you free
just follow me!”
I have my say
With my best wishes
Your Muse of poetry..
Silent One contest
October 5th, 2020
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Walk through this world with me
feed and awaken my soul
share all my dreams with me
along with your silence I stroll.
Reach down deep into a loving heart
walk through my morbid fears
allow not a wealth to fall apart
pick my Self up, deafen the sound of my tears.
Walk through this world with me
I need to feel your kindling power
share all my dreams with me
I'll live through what is sweet and sour.
A journey of many a loss, a Light to reach
blowing the dust off, a gem would glitter and win
If only the book of Nature would me teach
the flame of harmony would ever glow and never dim.
Walk through this world with me
paint mysterious stories of no ending
share all my dreams with me
on dark paths, we blend colours and keep ascending.
In Life, we reach souls and bloom
the road is long and the pleasure is strong
we learn to build in the heart many a room
and yearn for the realm to where we belong.
The lines used :
(Walk through this world with me
Share all my dreams with me)
George Jones song : 'Walk Through This World With Me'
https://youtu.be/ieDXpVpjieE
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